Mumbler!
For some reason, the dull meandering teaching style of my statistics professor drives me into creative-genius mode. I can write poems, read books, and experience vivid all-involving memories. What I can't seem to do is concentrate on the damn lesson. I need to pay attention. Statistics is my lowest grade as of last test.
This post-hurricane weather is magnificent. Glorious. Cool, not cold. Good snuggling weather.
I still have no Halloween costume.
Ah, staccato livejournal entries. Almost as bad as if I listed what sort of homework/projects I have to work on this week and expected you to read it. You, being my ever-faithful reader. Eh, readers if I'm being optimistic.
And, of course, last entry's "goal" lasted 2 weeks. Maybe I should include fine print when I plan on going on some sort of crusade in the future. Aha, if only Jesus included fine print: "I shall return! P.S. Don't wait up, dudes!"
Durr, I'm smart.
This post-hurricane weather is magnificent. Glorious. Cool, not cold. Good snuggling weather.
I still have no Halloween costume.
Ah, staccato livejournal entries. Almost as bad as if I listed what sort of homework/projects I have to work on this week and expected you to read it. You, being my ever-faithful reader. Eh, readers if I'm being optimistic.
And, of course, last entry's "goal" lasted 2 weeks. Maybe I should include fine print when I plan on going on some sort of crusade in the future. Aha, if only Jesus included fine print: "I shall return! P.S. Don't wait up, dudes!"
Durr, I'm smart.