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    The light was grey like it always is in paperbacks :: Tuesday, September 07, 2004 ::

    Stop listening to sad songs, stop!

    There was this torrential downpour today that started before I woke up for school and is still going on. Seriously, the bottom 6 inches of my tires were covered by water. And Jesse and I, despite our previous plans long ago to run around in a downpour of rain, did not do so, even though I drove her home. And she has a huge backyard. So we'll do that at somepoint, after all, this rain isn't supposed to stop until, what...friday? So we will be frolicking or whatever you call it...the more the merrier by the way, so, join us!

    I was kind of in a foul mood today. Oh well. It got better during English when I found out the Canturbury Tales quiz was open book which saved me, but then Whiteside handed out the assignment for the character analysis he so appropriately titled "It'll Get You Swearin': That Darn Chaucerian Character Analysis." I do not like this assignment at all.

    Driving Jesse home was...interesting. Well, first of all, we were both soaked and I still think my Norton Anthology is a bit waterlogged, but whatever. And also I...I don't know.

    I think I did well on the Biology test. Except for the part of Essay number two that asked you to talk about the two categories. That one stumped me.

    Simon, Kesel and I made a layout in yearbook. That was fun.

    Rehearsal got cancelled. Which was even more awesome, except now we'll probably have it tomorrow which is my mom's birthday which means...ugh.

    I got an A- on my ROL, and considering even I could read that thing and go "This is the worst piece of crap I've written for AP 11 all year," I am very, very happy.

    Jesse is dancing to my favorite Stone Roses song in Honors A. I wish I could be there when she does dance. Come to think of it, I might just go pull out my Stone Roses CD; I haven't listened to it in a while

    Quotes

    And a novel, yes!, is a primary source! Thank you Mr. Whiteside for hooking us up like that! You're so wonderful
    -Whiteside

    Roly Poly Baby Heads
    Roly Poly Baby Heads
    Knock them off, eat them up
    Yum

    -Whiteside

    Current Mood: Ponderous (Is that a word?)
    Current Music: Liz Phair - Chopsticks

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