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You say it looks as though I might give up this fight :: Wednesday, May 26, 2004 ::

I always find it baffling how if I ever take a nap that lasts longer than an hour, my stomach always feels really bad.

I've found that updating my private blog(s) is becoming a very frequent thing for me lately. It's just so much easier to get all my thoughts out and not care who reads them.

I'm all alone tonight. Dad is out doing something until late and my mom and brother are at an American Idol party. Whee...

I have to do a MWDS sometime tonight and tomorrow. That's going to be so much fucking fun. But it's the last one AND it's The Things They Carried, so it should be relatively easy. Nowhere near the difficulty level of Absalom, Absalom!

I think that's hysterical that Liz gave that book to an eighth grader who was bored and the eighth grader gave up halfway though the first page. Hey, that's still better than some of the people in our class who got lost halfway through the title (I find that hysterical that that joke was made at the same time we were reading that book.)

I absolutely love having to mediate between Sonny and Theo. On one hand, I do agree with Theo that we do need to do work. On the other hand, we have until next Tuesday/Wednesday to finish the rockets. AND it's just gotten to a point where Theo tries to talk to me about the rocket all the time and I'm just tired of it. It might be just because I wanted to do the Egg Drop, which would have been my strong area and we probably won't be able to do that unless we decide to follow the rules and only get about 45 minutes to prepare, but I'm so apathetic about the rockets.

Oh, Jesse, I missed a song lyric. The one about "Makes it possible for all white boys to dance" is from Zak and Sara. So I actually got five right.

Current Mood: Can I say N/A?
Current Music: Fiona Apple - Never Is A Promise

:: Nick Wednesday, May 26, 2004 [+] ::