%%USERNAME%%    %%ACCWORDS%% %%ONOFF%% |
 |
just your average... er... correction: just your normal... correction: me. |
| The original title of this was "The Oscilloscope"... but too many days passed without a single page view. And then I wanted "Fighting the Current (hey... my canoe's missing!!!)" but no matter what I did to the title, it was at least 10 characters too long -- so I eventually just cut it off. All the titles do have multiple meanings though. This is my journal, as you probably know. We'll just have to see what I can do with it... I might write what's going on in my life, but it will most likely write whatever I feel like at the moment. Kind of like what I use as titles... |
| The coffee house went on... and failed miserably. Oh well, I was among friends. At least six people didn't show up. My brother was very disappointing, didn't do anything he said he would. I should just video-tape him and be done with it. He does all these hilarious acts, but rarely does them when they could be appreciated by anyone besides family. Is "I'm" one word? Or is it two? Or is it one and a half? I'm still confused. Family's over right now. It's a party for all of the January/February birthdays. (There are at least four within a short amount of time, so we just have a massive little party.) I'm saving lots of room for dessert. My brother and my mom tried a new recipe: peanut butter cheesecake. And they made a huge fruit salad. I peeled and sliced the kiwis, made them really pretty for display That's about the extent of my kitchen expertise. Two projects due Tuesday for the same class. One is about half done. The other... I have no idea. It'll be over when it's over. Mmmm... peanut butter cheesecake tastes like fudge... lol And the fruit is great. Anyway. My aunt and uncle both work at community colleges, and they were just talking about things they've read in students' papers... "During War War Two..." [from a paper on the history of World War Two... "War War Two" appeared throughout the paper.] "Bessie Smith became a star because the blacks all bought her CDs." [Bessie Smith was famous during the Jazz Age in the 1920s and '30s.] I brought out Non Campus Mentis and they're still looking through it. Have work to get through/done/overwith. |
| Debating studying. The weather seems to be debating whether I will have school tomorrow or not. Overall, I wouldn't mind having school tomorrow. The only thing that worries me a little is that I have a trig/precalc test I have yet to study for. Besides, if school is on, the coffee house is on tomorrow night. Prospects aren't looking good. 3-7 inches predicted. We'll see... I will be severely annoyed if the coffee house is off. Of course, the one I plan is the one that has already been postponed once. This week has gone by so quickly. Time likes to do that when you have a million things to get done. Time has a sadistic sense of humor. People tend to start patterns and fall into them. It's so much easier that way than to change. Never said I didn't do that. I'm guilty as charged--a creature of habit (in little things mostly... The things I actually put thought into, I usually change almost constantly). |
| That Latin project took me two hours longer than I expected. I expected it to take me an hour at most. I'm too much a perfectionist. The details were bugging me, so I tweaked it until they were as good as I'll ever get them, without going crazy. And I'm almost going cross-eyed from doing the font down to the pixels. The picture looked gorgeous on the screen, but the words were too pale, so I had to bold them--manually. So that took me a good half hour alone (at least). And that's after finding the perfect pictures to put together. I couldn't believe NASA's site was so hard to find pictures on. My final Latin picture is the silhouette of a couple dancing (the Tango or some passionate dance) on a background of stars and what looks like the aurora borealis. The poem is superimposed on the lowest part of the picture. I've had so many conversations recently about dreams. All of the sudden too. For some reason a line from "Rebel" just came into my head. "Pallid virtue's sidelong looks..." No idea why. That was completely out of nowhere. Crap, forgot to practice anything this past week. I told myself I'd do it tonight, then I ended up spending too long doing this project... Argh... I hate to disappoint either of them, but it's too late to do anything now. Maybe I can go through the fingerings at least... That's quiet enough not to wake anyone... There's a lot I want to write, but I'm too tired... Too closed tonight to write anyway. |
| My brother just told me I spend too much time at the library. He said that I should work there for "like a year." He also said, "Besides, if you work there, we can get free books!" He did not elaborate. Found out I have less to do on my Latin project than I previously thought. Also found out that one of my English projects is due a week later than I thought. Oh well, I'll have them done in plenty of time I think. I have to really work quickly on this whole note card thing though... I love how we're given three days to do the bulk of a research paper. The Latin project should be smooth sailing from here. I wrote a poem last night, had the teacher check it this morning. Turns out some of the Latin is wrong, but she said not to correct it since we never learned those clauses. I just have to illustrate. Being descriptive can be very helpful. Looks like I'll be walking to the library after nightfall again. Not alone this time though. It's not a bad area, just eerie at night. I need to get some books for a project. And return others. And renew still others. "And through this night I wander. It's morning that I dread, Another day of knowing of the path I fear to tread..." Et per hac nocte vageor. Prima lux est... And I'm stopping there. I didn't think I'd even get that far. I may have messed parts of it up, but that's the first one and a half lines of that quote I just copied... In Latin. (By the way, the quote is from "Possession," by Sarah McLachlan)... I need to go do something worthwile. Like eat dinner, and then get myself to the library. |
| I'm trying to write a poem in Latin... It's not working well. rosæ rubræ sunt purpureæ floræ cæruleæ sunt... "Roses are red,/Violets are blue" sort of loses its simplicity, doesn't it? All right, I'd better get down to business, before I completely lapse into linguistic insanity. |
| If some odd mention turns up and I think nothing of it, that thing usually occurs somewhere else later in the day. In church tonight I found myself with Auld Lang Syne stuck in my head. Out of absolutely nowhere. Then tonight, a friend brought up an old entry of mine, so I started rereading a good portion of my old journal entries, and found part of the lyrics to Auld Lang Syne. Rereading all my old journal entries, I've discovered several things. The first being that I'm writing more frequently now than I did when I first began my journal. Another is that I think I have a journal entry for every Friday the 13th since June 2001. And yet another is that I cursed a lot more frequently earlier on. And my final (listed) discovery is the change in my writing--subtle style changes, word choice, general paragraph length, et cetera. Why Songs Stick in Your Head http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/h2g2/alabaster/A356870 ^ I like most of the suggestions, but I know that I, for one, can hold two thoughts in my head simultaneously, so focusing on something else does not work. I have two completely different sentences going at once sometimes (three when I realize I'm doing it, but then it usually breaks up). It's easiest when I'm just mentally reciting something. When I have absolutely nothing else to occupy me, I do things like that with pictures and sounds and manage not to get it all confused somehow. Now that people are looking at me like I have five heads... One day of break left. ::sigh:: One project to be finished tomorrow (finishing touches Monday night at the latest). One project to be finished by Thursday. One to be finished next weekend. I want to start working on a new accent. It's time to move on and expand, lol. I may just watch Waking Ned Devine enough to get a working brogue, but that's a really hard one to master. Hm... I'll have to figure one out--something interesting, which I can use (well, as much as I can use any) and have fun with (I don't think there are many I wouldn't have fun with). I think I could do almost any accent given enough time. Practice really does help. I'd sit and read something, aloud but just under my breath, focusing on the exact pronunciations and tones. After the movie last night, I could pronounce some words with a slight Greek accent just from hearing it so many times through the course of the movie. I've lost that by now, but if I saw the movie again, I'd be able to do it I think. "If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?" "Pakistan!" - from some game show. I'd probably answer with an obscure or violent place like that. ::eye roll:: Oh boy, is hipocrisy interesting or what. Just realized how many things I've reread today. And it's a lot. Pages upon pages upon pages of things that happened months or even years ago. I don't know why. I just started doing it today. I reread some things I really should have remembered, some things which may have been really helpful to remember, some things which I still can't figure out. My brothers have been fake Irish dancing to the music on my playlist all night. It's hilarious. I need to find my plaid kilt/skirt from gradeschool. It would work very well for them... And I need to find a CD of traditional Celtic/Irish music... Today was such a dreary day. And we had no thunder or lightning after that little bit earlier. Sort of a disappointment, but a relief as well. G'night. |
| The more I read some things, the more the bile rises in the back of my throat. Some people are phased by nothing at all. "But what would you say?" "I dunno, some profound harsh truth..." "You have no trouble saying something profound." "No, I have trouble saying anything. Period." Working on a project. I just discovered I have two more days to work on it than I previously thought. Maybe I'll do the other one first... It's such a cold rain out there today. Thunder. I love it, but I also don't want to screw up the computer. I think I'll go do my projects now. More thunder. Not good. |
Just finished a little movie marathon with my parents. My Big Fat Greek Wedding followed by Chicken Run. The first movie made me come to certain conclusions. The first of those conclusions being that Greek and Italian families are incredibly alike. It must be something in the Mediterranean water.  In reference to the second movie, apparently it's partially a parody of some WWII POW flick I've never seen. I'll have to get the name and watch it to get some of the jokes. I've written some in the past few days. There was one scene I simply refused to write at night after everyone had gone to bed. But I had the overwhelming urge to get it down on paper and out of my head, so I forced myself to sit down and write it. The writing spurred on other ideas, and uncovered holes I hadn't realized before. I have to patch those up... We've lost half our snow already. It's been so warm for a few days now. And the rain will probably melt more snow. I've never seen so much clear water running down the street as when I walked to my piano teacher's house yesterday. It was making little eddies in the street. I walked on the sidewalks for the most part, until I came to an area where someone piled four feet of snow onto the sidewalk. So I walked maybe half a block in the middle of the street. (There's hardly anyone ever down that street anyway.) I have over-due library books. Oops. Well, I still need two of them, so the library will have to wait. I finished Neverwhere, The Mothman Prophecies, and Abhorsen (I've only been waiting for this book to be finished for... oh... three years?...) this week. The Mothman Prophecies was really interesting, and better than I'd expected. It wasn't the same-old information recycled. I liked the theories, even if the middle of the book sort of chased its tail. "If there is a universal mind, must it be sane?" - Charles Fort I'm in the process of trying to convince my brother to do his faux (and improvised) Irish dancing for the next coffee house. It's hilarious, but he refuses. I have a dress for the prom. It was a relatively painless shopping trip. Spent two hours in the first store we went to, and found a dress almost by accident in the last twenty minutes, lol. Oh, finally sorted out my little date dilemma too. (I don't think I even told all the in-between here...) Things will eventually figure themselves out if you let them. The trip downtown went as well as could be expected. With all the snow, the trains into the city were so delayed that the train which was supposed to come twenty minutes before ours came at the time for the train we meant to take. (If that made sense...) The train was so crowded, the conductor couldn't get around to getting tickets for everyone, so we had a free ride there. That caused a minor headache with the connector train and getting tickets home. The connection back to the station was about ten minutes late, so we missed our train home. Sitting in that station for an hour is so much fun, let me tell you. Well, we weren't in the main thoroughfare, so it wasn't all that bad, just tedious. And my brothers weren't getting along, so it was just a cheery time all around. Still, it was better than sitting in any part of Grand Central for an hour. Fewer people to watch, but less hassle. Not to mention fewer armed marines... ::shudders:: Been listening to a lot of Tori Amos and Sarah McLachlan recently. I have two projects to complete in the next two days. And I was so convinced I'd get done everything early. G'night. |
| I'm not in a bad mood, which is surprising considering what's happened already this week. I'd probably be going nuts if I had school this week. Found out that my Latin teacher of two years died Sunday night after several weeks (and, on and off, years) of suffering. Her teaching methods were... questionable, to say the least, but she was a good person. Need to find a date for the prom because the timing didn't work out right. (But I was invited to another school's...) Woke up this morning with a stiff neck. I must have slept funny. Okay, so that's only a minor frustration, but it keeps me from going outside and enjoying myself... well, for now at least. I may take an advil, suck it up, and go outside anyway. I have a hot pack wrapped in the scarf around my neck. Frustrations with people and situations. I don't care to elaborate. My little old lady next door was extremely weak yesterday. It may have been (we think) because the only food she'd had in 24 hours was the half a cupcake I coaxed her into eating as "dessert." Her alzheimers is such that she forgets she hasn't eaten and is convinced she's full, and therefore does not eat unless someone is with her and talks her into it. She's fine now... but if something had been seriously wrong, we might not have been able to get her to the hospital with all the snow. I think I have library books due today. I also think the library is probably not open. I'll have to check both of those... My brothers need major attitude adjustments. One day they'll regret what they say... I hope. Get to take the train downtown tomorrow morning, bright and early. I love visiting the childrens' hospital... ::eye roll:: I have to keep my eyes down when I go in there... I can't stand it. At least with regular hospitals most of the people there have lived most of their lives... Or half... part... years... of their lives... Okay, I think I will take an advil. I'm missing the fun... okay, I missing thirty seconds of fun and ten minutes of trudging uphill in two feet of snow. Oh well, sounds great. |
| I had every intention of getting all my schoolwork done early. I finished one subject, started another, and lost all momentum. Oh well. I've been doing the Great Backyard Bird Count all day. There aren't as many birds out as there could be. It's too snowy, blustery, and cold for them. http://www.birdsource.org/gbbc/ If I wasn't in the middle of a conversation right now I'd be upstairs writing. Or birdwatching. Or practicing. I have a lesson tomorrow for piano... I think. Not sure... I really should practice though, now that I have the time. Actually, I may not get a chance to do any of that. I'm going sledding. The sleds will probably sink to the ground with how powdery this snow is... It won't matter that there are two feet of it out there. I'll have to go out tomorrow with my camera. When the sun comes out, or at least when my camera won't have to be wrapped up. |
| I've spent most of the day half watching the snow blowing around. It's been blowing off my neighbors' roof (and every large enough open surface) all day. It reminds me of pictures I've seen of high mountains where the snow is very dry. The snow's been blowing in little billows and curling downward like the steam off dry ice. We never get snow like this. My dad says it's the best powder he's ever seen--that's a lot coming from a lifelong skier. We might get over thirty inches... There are at least twelve inches out there now, judging by the height of snow on the birdbath. It's so cold outside. It's even too cold to go enjoy the snow. That's probably why it's all powder... Why do people tend to be stupid? I can understand naïveté. I can understand ignorance. I do not understand general stupidity. I wish I did, it would make things a lot easier. Did it arise because some people's brains just have not evolved to the point where they can think? Or is it because they are taught not to think? Okay, that's my rant for the entry. Not much today to speak of. Finished my works cited cards. I started the Latin projects today, but I really had no desire to continue. I'll get all that done soon. Eventually. Maybe. |
| I've just spent the last two hours looking through the sources in my room and writing up works cited index cards. I'm about half-way done the works cited cards. I'm sitting here, half reading various things, half thinking about things... Always thinking... Topics right now? The origins of underlining words and phrases. The existence of some sort of conspiracy in most of my long fiction. That I need to change the name of one of my characters because I find it's much too close to the name of a place I forgot existed... Let's just say there's no reason to name a character after a place in Wyoming (? Not even sure if that's the right state...). I'm tired. I need sleep. Good night. |
| "To talk about oneself a great deal can also be a means of concealing oneself." - Frederich Nietzche Found that quote while looking for another. The other I was looking for? "He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." - Nietzche Well, that's one version of it. Found other quotes to the same end. I'm not sure which Nietzche actually said. "He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you." - Nietzche Pick which you like. I have all next week off. I'm so happy about that. I need some sanity time. Of course, the teachers feel the need to make up for that break from schoolwork by assigning projects. They shouldn't be too bad. I want to get most of them done today and tomorrow, so I can write and read and generally goof off the rest of the break. But, before I go back to doing that... Took Emode.Com's inkblot test last night: ...Your unconscious mind is driven most by Resistance You approach the world with your guard intact because unconsciously, and perhaps consciously, you want to maintain an element of control in your relationships with people. You tend to hold your private experiences just out of reach of others. You're not one to immediately show all your cards, to let people into who you really are until you're ready. Unfortunately, that sometimes means you also hide things from yourself. You may find that your desire to remain guarded backfires, affecting your self-awareness. Why are you like this? It's possible that you act in this manner because of a deeply-rooted fear of being exposed, or of truly expressing yourself. To protect yourself from this fear, you act in the opposite manner — you are guarded. There is a certain respect that comes with resistance, an unconscious understanding that the human psyche is very vulnerable. We all feel we have a lot to hide, and you are not one to be intrusive or thoughtless about how you approach sensitive topics with others. Therefore you inspire a sense of safety in others when they are around you. Your psyche is very deep, very rich, and the more you can let yourself know (both the good and the bad), the more you will be able to appreciate who you really are. Though your unconscious mind is driven most strongly by Resistance, there is much more to who you are at your core. |
| Just finished writing my definition of a hero. I put it together in Word with a good picture of Gandhi at the top. I highlighted key words and changed the fonts on those. Can't do that here though. "a hero is a person who fights for what he or she believes in, no matter the cost. . . a hero is a person who seeks no glory, and accepts none, seeking only the betterment of others. . ." To quote my great-grandmother, "A dead hero is still dead." Don't do stupid things to try to gain people's respect or praise, whatever glory you have gained cannot bring you back. Most people would rather be alive than only remembered fondly. |
| I just woke up after an hour of being half-asleep. I was told there is no way to recover lost sleep, and I'm determined to prove that wrong. I ended up not going out to take pictures yesterday, even though the sky was clear blue all day. All the snow was tracked in and had fallen off the trees. Besides, I was tired. When Wendy's first started having salads, they were really good. Got one last night where the mandarin oranges tasted like they'd been in a can or in plastic for too long. I ate more of the almonds that came with it than the salad itself. Good thing other people's portions were huge. I'm freezing, but the blanket's not doing anything. Let's play count the assigned projects: 1 satire on 17th or 18th century socio-economic or political problems in England. 1 picture and definition of a modern hero (harder than it sounds for me.) Not a major project though, just a little thing. 1 research paper. Topic due Tuesday. 1 project on an independently read novel. 1 quarter project on several aspects of the history of women. 1 project (that spans the semester) on the 1930s. 1 Physics lab write-up (due Monday I think). 1 letter/essay to be written ASAP. Several poems (in Latin) on any of Catullus' themes. Um... and I feel like I'm forgetting something... Or several somethings. Come to think of it, those several somethings are for projects outside of school. Let's make a another list: 1 winter newsletter to be created 1 novel to be written (my goal is to have something substantial written by the summer) 1 website to be updated, focus shifted, and layout changed. So that's a total of over twelve projects. Yay... I think the school ones take precedence. Wish they didn't. Yay. Homework callls. |
| "...And I've got your pawns and your bishops and castles all inside the palm of my hand." - "Control," Poe I have finally discovered why I am so terrible at chess. I focus too much on the offensive and leave my king open until the first or second checkmate. I run through all the possible moves of every piece on the board... except the king's moves and which pieces can take him. It may be because the king is of little strategic value (in that it can't move far or well). Really, if the point of chess was to obliterate the opposition, I'd be great at it--I stalemate chess very well. That's about the best I can do against most people. I can pare down my opponent's pieces until it's just king vs. king and stalemate. "They've given you a number and take away your name..." - "Secret Agent Man," Blues Traveler (?) I always misspell "traveler" and "traveling." They look like they need two l's. Gas prices around here have shot up ten cents in the past week... yay... I feel like I have bruises on the backs of my knees, but there's no sign of them. Teach me to not pull my legs up when I sit in the front of a sled. The backs of my knees bounced on the lip of the sled all the way down. We had a snow day yesterday. It was a welcome relief. Plans either went through or were rescheduled. Watched The Mothman Prophecies last night. That movie has some very, very good lines in it. "If they're more advanced than we are, why don't they just come out and tell us what they are and what they want?" "You're more advanced than a cockroach. Have you ever tried explaining yourself to one?" Actually, I think I paraphrased that before in this journal, but this one's closer to verbatim. I can't remember any other lines off the top of my head. I watched that movie last night and then immediately watched two comedies to try and get it out of most of my mind. Research to do. Sleep to make up. |
| I don't want snow tomorrow. Well, I want to have off from school; even the teachers are prepared to not come in. No one will want to be there, and the day will be miserable. I don't want it to snow because it will wreak havoc on my plans. We had a pep rally today. The thrown-together (literally, in a matter of two or three days) Pep Band was fun. It was probably the only Pep Band ever with a bassoon... Not that you could hear much besides the saxophones, the drums, and the trumpets. Doo doo doo dododoooo! Charge! (Or cash!) The Physics test is delayed a day or more. I take it tomorrow if we have school. There's no reason why I should do poorly on this one. After being sick yesterday, I'm fine today. A little sniffle and a slight sore throat. That's it. I want to go through that enneagram thing and leave my comments, but I don't want to mess with the timestamps. It's great when people pick up on somewhat obscure references. Homework to do. Hopefully, or unhopefully, I won't have to have any of it done for tomorrow. |
| Written: 02.05.02 Edited: 02.06.02 Taking a break from Physics. The scary thing is that I think I understand these chapters. I haven't yet gotten to all the problems though. The only thing I have trouble with is decimal places, but the tests don't usually trick like that. My hiccups just stopped. I had my first case of them in months. More songs that have found their way into my head. I haven't heard these songs in months. "Black," Sarah McLachlan (again, and I still haven't listened to it). "Excuse Me," No Doubt. "Chemicals Between Us," Bush. "More than This," The Cure. "Hands," Jewel. "Hunter," Dido. That's all from the past few hours too. I'm tired. I should get back to Physics before bed. |
| Took a free little enneagram quiz. I was mostly 5 (the Investigator), with 7 (the Enthusiast) and 9 (the Peacemaker) even for second and close behind five. Five fits pretty well for the most part. Yeah, almost all of it except the suicidal and self-destructive part. I will never "seek oblivion." Type Five: The Intense, Cerebral Type: Perceptive, Innovative, Secretive, and Isolated (The Schizoid Avoidant, and Schizotypal Personality Disorders) Basic Fear: Being useless, helpless, or incapable Basic Desire: To be capable and competent Healthy: Observe everything with extraordinary perceptiveness and insight. Most mentally alert, curious, searching intelligence: nothing escapes their notice. Foresight and prediction. Able to concentrate: become engrossed in what has caught their attention. Attain skillful mastery of whatever interests them. Excited by knowledge: often become expert in some field. Innovative and inventive, producing extremely valuable, original works. Highly independent, idiosyncratic, and whimsical. At Their Best: Become visionaries, broadly comprehending the world while penetrating it profoundly. Open-minded, take things in whole, in their true context. Make pioneering discoveries and find entirely new ways of doing and perceiving things. Average: Begin conceptualizing and fine-tuning everything before acting — working things out in their minds: model building, preparing, practicing, and gathering more resources. Studious, acquiring technique. Become specialized, and often "intellectual," often challenging accepted ways of doing things. Increasingly detached as they become involved with complicated ideas or imaginary worlds. Become preoccupied with their visions and interpretations rather than reality. Are fascinated by off-beat, esoteric subjects, even those involving dark and disturbing elements. Detached from the practical world, a "disembodied mind," although high-strung and intense. Begin to take an antagonistic stance toward anything which would interfere with their inner world and personal vision. Become provocative and abrasive, with intentionally extreme and radical views. Cynical and argumentative. Unhealthy: Become reclusive and isolated from reality, eccentric and nihilistic. Highly unstable and fearful of aggressions: they reject and repulse others and all social attachments. Get obsessed yet frightened by their threatening ideas, becoming horrified, delirious, and prey to gross distortions and phobias. Seeking oblivion, they may commit suicide or have a psychotic break with reality. Deranged, explosively self-destructive, with schizophrenic overtones. Key Motivations: Want to possess knowledge, to understand the environment, to have everything figured out as a way of defending the self from threats from the environment. Examples: Albert Einstein, Stephen Hawking, Bill Gates, Georgia O'Keefe, Stanley Kubrick, John Lennon, Lily Tomlin, Gary Larson, Laurie Anderson, Merce Cunningham, Meredith Monk, James Joyce, Bjork, Susan Sontag, Emily Dickenson, Agatha Christie, Ursula K. LeGuin, Jane Goodall, Glenn Gould, John Cage, Bobby Fischer, Tim Burton, David Lynch, Stephen King, Clive Barker, Trent Reznor, Friedrich Nietzsche, Vincent Van Gogh, Kurt Cobain, and "Fox Mulder" (X Files). Type 7, the Enthusiast: http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/typeseven.asp Type 9, the Peacemaker: http://www.enneagraminstitute.com/typenine.asp Most of the others fit pretty well too. Can't pinpoint what doesn't without actually rereading them. |
| My brother is studying "Fire and Ice" for a test. I hold with those who favor ice. And I just recited almost that entire poem off the top of my head. I was home sick today... Fun... I slept a total of 16 hours in the past 24. And I napped. Me. Napping. That's a rare occurance in and of itself. It was still light outside too. I'm going to get a mild dose of hell when I go back. Missed two clubs, a "career group" thing, a physics test, a standardized essay test, orchestra, um.... let's see... I think that's it. Most of my classes won't have too much work to make up, I just don't want to have to track down all those teachers. Well, I'm on page 75 of 84. Which means that I've added just over four pages of corrections alone since I started. Dinner's ready. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten anything substantial all day. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
