September 16, 2002 :: 10:53 p.m.
inappropriate tag syndrome
I have an issue with foreign language classes. They teach you all of the major things, like subject, verb, and what not, but they leave out the little words. On. To. From. With. And. But. In. Why do they do this? I was doing my French homework in the lounge tonight and I thought to myself, "you know, Self, this would be a hell of a lot easier if she'd taught us how to say 'on.'"
Grr. Anyway. This is a good song. Yummy song. All of the songs that I have by this group are quite delicious. Makes me want to sing like mad, even though that would curdle the blood of everyone on my floor. But then, I wouldn't mind that. They're a bunch of simpering morons who could use a good hard blood-curdling.
I went jogging again tonight. It's really nice to go at night, what with the breeze and the stars and things. Hopefully I can make a habit of it. It really does make me feel better... winded and a bit sore, but better nonetheless. The only problem is picking music. Last night I took Kay Hanley, and tonight it was Pearl Jam. Both have jog-appropriate songs, but neither is as chock-full of energizing goodness as a workout CD should be. Oh, the decisions.
I've started drinking a bit of soda. I don't know why. Generally, it makes my stomach hurt, and it burns my nose. I don't even find it that tasty unless it's flat, but for some reason I've been having Mr. Pibb with lunch and dinner, and right now I'm drinking Mello Yello. This is not a good habit to get into. Grr. Actually, you know, I think the reason that I'm drinking soda is because water isn't that readily available. I have a few bottles left, but the majority of what I brought with me is gone. There's a water fountain in the hallway, but... yeah. This is irrelevant. Let's move on.
I don't have English class tomorrow morning, but I'm still getting up for breakfast with Adam. That is, if he gets up. He shouldn't, but he probably will. He's sick, you see, and in my humble opinion, he should stay in bed tomorrow morning. Alas. Tomorrow is our 22-month day, which is fun. My parents are coming up to take my car to the mechanic and visit a bit, but otherwise my only plans are to spend quality time with my darling boy. Yay. *sappy grin*
I just took a quiz. Which bloom are you?
I'm a Moonflower. I only bloom at night and I'm pollinated by moths. Kinky, huh? This flower means "I dream of love," and I do.
You know what's funny? When I type stuff in Word, I find myself trying to bold, italicize, and underline things by way of HTML tags. It doesn't work.
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