:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::
Guildenstern: Our names shouted in a certain dawn...a message...a summons...There must have been a moment where we could have said no. But somehow we missed it. Rosen-? Guil-? Well, we'll know better next time. Now you see me, now you- -Tom Stoppard, R&G Are Dead
:: Thursday, November 13, 2003 ::
The newspaper came out today. I thought that that would coincide with me censoring myself even more than I usually do on this blog...but I really feel like voicing my opinions even more now. I feel like exclaiming to the world everything there is about me, if I even knew what all of that was.
So, anyways...I thought the newspaper would limit me even more, but instead it's kind of freed me up.
So, today...finally finished the French Spread in yearbook. Forgot to get a list of Spanish Club students from Sonny and then when Andrew went to get him he had mysteriously dissappered. I'd like to throw a disk across the room right now in my frustration. On the other hand, I did start working on the sophomore spread today, so hopefully I won't get too far behind.
And English. Whiteside is using us as guinea pigs to test out this new idea of us playing Risk and incorporating Machiavelli's ideas and theories in treaties. Simon is my partner and I'm ecstatic because we are both Risk fanatics and won't hesitate to stab somebody in the back. We are going to kick everybodies asses. EVERYONE!
I was in a reading mood last night (I didn't get to read anything...I was working on APUSH last night. *Sigh*) and now I feel like writing out who I am and what I believe. Just to assure me as to what that may be.
Current Mood: Tired
Current Music: Sigur Ros - Intro
:: Nick Thursday, November 13, 2003 [+] ::
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