I like to believe that every cloud has a silver lining and that every silver lining a cloud. Even though I have no idea what these metaphorical silver linings are. I thought clouds were fluffy things that reflect whatever light rays are around or something.

Good: seeing stars at observatory.

Bad: clouds obscuring stars.

Good: Laboni looking at stars of the summer triangle and making up stories about love triangle between Matt Montague, Benjamina Capulet and Joe Narcissus.

Bad: getting hair dirty on observatory floor.

Good: getting hair stroked and "for good luck" whispered in ear.

Bad: getting unexpectedly and unwillingly hugged, more like groped.

Good: having girls comment on how soft arms are.

Bad: the danger of walking in dirt path with arms linked to three other girls.

Good: bus conversations.

Bad: condescending, pretentious pedants who narrow-mindedly believe that their denomination/religion is holier than yours and that they are better and cleverer because they know the Bible off by heart, know bits of Ancient Greek and have read books about the Council of Nicaea. Oh, and that people with different beliefs will burn in hell like weeds removed from fields of wheat. Cunts.

Good: venting.

Bad: sounding hypocritically cunty.

Good: SB getting an MSN account.

Bad: SB calling Mr. Knightley a "gentlemanly guru".

Good: talking till 2 am last night.

Bad: this morning.

Good: weekend.

Bad: SB, Laboni not on MSN.

Good: Laboni now on MSN.

Bad: Laboni off to bed.

Good: excuse to sleep.

I ended on good to make myself feel better, but this excercise shows that I could have ended on bad just as easily.

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th since 5th october 2001