November 13, 2002 :: 10:37 a.m.
just give me some sheet metal and I'll be okay
Erg. This morning hurt me. Skipping Anthro and staying in bed was so very appealing, but alas. My sense of obligation won out and I trudged out into the very cold morning with Adam, had breakfast, and then tried valiantly to stay awake during class. And I did, barely. I finished my Digicom website a bit ago, and wrote up my little project thing. Fun, only not. I'm going to check some books out of the library after class, and then come back here and write an outline for my Anthro project. And then it's time to start my dreaded English paper: Writing to Move Others.
Kill me, please. I'm willing to pay you.
I think I'm going to write about my brother or something... I don't know. I'm much more confident in my ability to be at least bizarrely amusing. I'm always afraid I sound fake when I try to be emotional, and hey, most of the things that I get emotional about aren't fit to be shared with others. So boo to that.
The last time I saw my mom, she said that she was going to put some money into my checking account... I'm hoping that she has, because I have devious plan to carry out. I figured out how to "package" Adam's present, finally. It'll be really fun if I can pull it off, which I'm pretty sure I can if I'm able to get all of the supplies in time. Hrm. Wish me luck.
Well, I must be off to class... unfortunately... I'll update later if anything interesting comes up. Or if nothing at all comes up. You know, either way.
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