November 17th, 2004

this is me

I am afraid of sweet potatoes.

"Faye said I was cute. Maybe she'll be MY girlfriend!"

"What the hell would you do with a human girlfriend?"

"I would... uh... that is she could, um, play with my ethernet port?"

"Okay, that is sad and a little disturbing."

O, Questionable Content. How I love thee.

GDA was governmentastic. French was frenchtastic. Study was biologytastic. Italian was italiantastic (in a way...). Gym was nutritiontastic. English was stupid. Physics was physicstastic. Biology was full of biological goodness.

Schol Bowl: we lost, 184 to 207. SO CLOSE. I was pissed off when the question on the 1968 election occurred (grrr I knew every answer) when I wasn't in, but I knew 3/4 of the Biology questions, so that was good. Beep beep!

When (not if, when) I am a teacher, I will be the English/French version of Mr. Kay. Only, better at getting my point across. Just so you're aware.

I understand some Biology. :)

My dyes arrived today! I made my color-depositing conditioner. It's very red.

I am a million and a half words behind. God, I don't want to think about it. That's it. I will write the rest of this thing out by hand, then type it all up in one spree when I'm either done with the book or when 11/30 occurs. I hope I don't end it before I get to 50,000 words.

I am so tired. But I need to do my English journal/French homework. English journal first. Or, well, maybe I will just sit staring at the computer screen. Because my life is pathetic. Yeah, that's a good idea.
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