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Must be Thursday... I never could get the hang of Thursdays. Or maybe it's just all these rediculous upper and lower limits for integrals. Stupid calc crap that I have to figure out before 1 tomorrow. Oh well, I should be able to pull it off. It's really the insane discussion question I have for Hum tomorrow, which makes no sense. So, naturally, I will write a response to it that makes no sense. It just has to have two quotes in it. Gosh darn this school. It would be better if I didn't sit here reading this strange little essay by Poe and thinking about how I could use it to straighten out my ideas for my novel/movie. I just don't know what it'll be yet. I have my basic premise, but I know I shouldn't write it unless it has an end... which I don't have... and which ends up being the major factor in killing most everything I write... like that bizarre wandering story I started writing Junior year or whatever, where I made merciless tongue-in-cheek fun of all my favourite bands, but then basically lost track of where I was going with it and now I can never finish it. At least not without a lot of plot-straightening, which would just ruin the whole thing for everyone.

Honestly, my original intention here was to turn on my computer and start writing my responce for Hum... and then I realized it was Thursday, and for some reason that warranted an entry. I'm pretty sure this falls well within the realm of OCD... I wonder if that means I could get extra time on my tests and an extra few points on the curve on my grades... or does that only work with those gosh-darned standardized tests?

Day by Daaaay

Huh... strange, I don't usually end up with songs from Godspell stuck in my head. But oh well... can't really add or subtract from the strangeness of my day. I actually managed to stay awake in Hum today, which is a big step in the right direction. I'm currently trying to figure out exactly what it was that did it, because I only got like, six and a half hours of sleep last night. Maybe it was the fact that I had to get up and write that response I hadn't done last night. I... will never finish this entry at this rate. When I am a robot, I will clone myself and my clones will be cyborgs.

You know what made me happy today? I got a check plus on my Hum thing. It made me so happy it was silly.

Right.. I give up. This is not going to work, because someone is in here trying to engage me in conversation.

So I joined a band instead....

It so feels like Friday right now. Probably because my week's all screwed up, since all my homework is due in the middle of it, rather than the end. And I've only got one class on Fridays, so the day might as well not be there. Overall, this week has been much better than last week was. I'm not nearly as tired, at least... and that's a good sign. It means I'm not deathly ill or anything extravagently melodramatic like that. I'm also happy that it's not 8 o'clock yet. Just in general. I don't want it to be late today yet. Tonight can just go slow. I promise it that I will finish my Bio reading (I'm already halfway through anyway), and get a good start on my Hum paper, so I can get more check plusses and maybe not do so poorly this quarter. I already know that the prof thinks that I participated in class during the first week or so, since he had my name confused with someone else's in the class, so he's too turned around right now to figure out that I'm the quiet one in the corner kind of laughing at the fact that he keeps calling this other poor girl by my name. It's not like she ever corrected him, though... in fact, he only figured it out when she just sat there and sneered at him, and he said something like "What? Did I get your name wrong?" Silly people in Hum class.

So, track wasn't that bad today... except that my leg is killing me. If it does not improve soon, I guess I really am going to have to get it x-rayed or something. The weird thing is, it's never quite the same twice, and some days it just bothers me waaay more than others. Yesterday it barely bothered me at all... even though it hurt pretty bad, I could still jump on it without it really bothering me. But today it wouldn't even let me put much weight on it. I don't know what to do, silly leg! It feels now like the problem is more in my ankle, which wouldn't surprise me considering 1) my screwy high jump approach last year, when it started hurting and 2) the fact that my ankle's been screwed up since I twisted it in gymnastics and then refused to stay off of it when I was supposed to. Darn me and my silly "pride" and wanting to be able to walk around like a normal person. I was what... six?

Golly gee, all of a sudden people are updating their livejournals that haven't touched them since like, last November... and other people who seem to have gone comment-happy. But that's good, it gives me lots to do, and lots to read. I just hope I can keep up. But fear not, my random pointless entries will never see an end, even if I have to resort to copying the ones out of my notebook (oh, that'll be a weird day indeed... today's entry in the notebook is an outline for a reworking of the Raven I came up with during the second half of Hum this morning, while we were discussing Poe. I wanted to see if I could get the metre and rhyme to work the same... I came pretty close, but I can't come up with a word for something bad that ends in a long A sound that is only one syllable. I don't think one exists in English. But if it does, I will find it, darnit!)

While I was getting on the bus to come back here after dinner today (It was rootbeer float night, for some reason. It's also Chinese New Year, so there was lots of Chinese food. Chinese food, and rootbeer floats. And there were directions for how to make a rootbeer float, that went something like "Put a scoop or two of ice cream into the cup. Carry it over to the rootbeer fountain. Put rootbeer in it. Enjoy your rootbeer float." Freakin' biggest amusing insult to our intelligence ever.) someone smelled so strongly of butterscotch that it made me hungry for my mom's seven-layer cookies. I'd make some if they weren't so much work. And so expensive to make. Mmmm, seven-layer cookies. Errr... there is no way on earth the first sentence of this paragraph is ever going to make sense with that big random rootbeer and Chinese food thing in the middle of it, but I'm not going to change it now, because it amuses me. And it forces you to concentrate! Which is important whenever you're reading what I'm writing, because it's the only way it's ever going to come close to making sense.

Oh! And I got a birthday card from everyone back home today! It made me verily happy, to see everyone's signatures. Plus there were more strange photos inside! Woo! Also, it's nice to see people suggesting that I drink, and not being all peer-pressure serious about it. Hugs! Yay! (Becada, maybe I will go to Canada and get drunk... but that's something we should do together. Hehehehe.)

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