:: 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
:: Monday, August 23, 2004 ::
I haven't really updated about school...or, I have, but I was...ugh that night. Anyways, I suppose I could start with Yearbook, as I had it today. Well, first off, I love working with Kesel and Simon on the ladder just because both are so much to be with. I also hate that damned ladder. Well, considering what I could be doing instead of the ladder (SHUT UP! Sorry, my dad is whistling really loudly and really ear piercingly) which are those stupid and boring "Create your own layout thing even though we're not going to use any of them" activity crap which I did last year as did Kesel and we didn't really like doing it again, and, besides, we both have a sorta-kinda editing position (Me copy editor, she junior editor and me Tarzan as well) so we pretty much told Simon to tell her to let us out of the assignment. So we've been working on the ladder ever since. It's been fun, and then it's been just ugh. But I could be working on those layouts, so everything is put into perspective.
I love Whiteside. I love English AP. I do not love Terry Eagleton. "This is not literature and this is not literature and this is not literature but I'm not actually going to tell you WHAT literature is...just what it isn't."
Biology has been fun, just a lot of work. Not hard work, but a lot. It's like English AP: It's not really that hard, it's just a hell of a lot.
Is it sad the class I look forward to the most is my Independent Study with Mrs. O'Neill? Because I absolutely love that class.
Hamlet rehearsals start tomorrow and that stats homework is due tomorrow as well. I suppose I should get around to it at some point.
And Jesse? *Hug*
Side note since my mom just called: I am TIRED of driving my brother around to all his various things. End side note.
Quotes
So something hurts like crap...crap hurts?
-Mr. Whiteside
Current Mood: Ho hum
Current Music: That first song from Amadeus. After they find Salieri after he cut himself? That one.
:: Nick Monday, August 23, 2004 [+] ::
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