Some freshman that I know from the library stole my camera this morning in between classes and returned it to me during lunch. I found this on here. I suppose it still counts as a picture of me in my pajamas. I look angryish. And tired. But it reminds me that I think I left my mug in my French class.

( Hawaii is nice this time of year. )

It's Sunday night which means tomorrow, it'll be Monday morning. How I loathe Monday mornings. They're full of teachers who think you actually did your homework and kids who are far too perky for Monday ( Read more... )

This week's To-Do List, even if the week is almost over ( Read more... )

So, I'm stuck on this French homework and since you're the only person that I know - and could possibly tolerate for long periods of time - who took French II with me last year and is taking it again, I was hoping we could study. My mother is demanding nothing less than a B+ or I don't get to live my Dad this summer. Help?

It's almost disgusting, watching the Roses and Thornes get served. I understand it, but I wonder if being an indentured servant is worth it. Regardless, it's amusing. I'm going to start betting against myself to see how long it takes before one of those poor little baby flowers and weeds starts to crack ( Read more... )