Commencing the Gentleman's Review- peculiar in it's intent, indeed. Written with a certain thoughtfulness meant for publication- though it is certain to be read by very few. It is mostly for myself. A personal journal, but it is anonymous. I wish to write as freely as possible on my weblog. I wish to write of my bombastic aspirations in life, my pathetic shortcomings, my thoughts about my studies, and maybe share the sexually deviant dreams I have at night.

There is a desire to initiate a stream of thought. A sort of communication, and/or reflection upon/with myself. I have been with great lovers, great communicators, but do not find myself with one at this point in time. My memory of my own inner broodings and resolutions most often is lost. This is the beginning of a documented semi-daily journal. I will share daily events, and some more broad thoughts on my life as a whole. I feel I am entitled to a sort of self indulgent rambling. It's therapeutic, I've heard. Bound to be helpful. I'm inspired by the sorts of revelations had by Tony Soprano in counsel with his Dr. Melfi. A bizarre point to bring up, I suppose. But I'm obsessed with the television programme. As am I obsessed with the idea of having a psychiatrist of my own. I don't feel I have any particular psychological problems, nor would I feel, particularly, the need for pharmaceuticals if I were to have a Psychiatrist. I just want someone to indulge me. But, alas, I cannot afford that particular indulgence at this point in time. My only income is Employment Insurance cheques written to me bi-weekly by the government. These writings will have to suffice. I was once with a girl who indulged me so. I will give her a fictional name: Lianne. I dated her briefly and ended it abruptly. She didn't meet all my superficial desires in a girl. But she would listen, and think over my bombastic nonsense. I liked that in her.

I felt overwhelmingly dehydrated this past Sunday. I know it was on account of the binge drinking I had done the whole four days previous. I drank cups and cups of water. My trainrides home from the University everyday are restless for this same reason. I become too anxious and dehydrated on account of all the coffee I consume in a day. Delicious bean. Today I returned home via the shopping district, spending $100 on a new blazer that I fancied. I put it on my credit card, despite the fact I'm completely broke.