ARRRGH .... ?
Got a 97 on my Algrebra II quiz, which made me run around like a decapitated chicken for a few hours, being unusually affectionate to random strangers. (I might actually get into AP Chem next year. Go me.)
Then I realized I had freshman math team next. And stopped being happy. Math team = soul crush. I don't think I am liking high school. Still, the consolatory 2 billion calorie scoop of Death by Chocolate ice cream I had afterwards, to rebuild my shattered ego sort of made up for it. Maybe 1/4 way. Or a 1/2. Whateva. Also am becoming addicted to blogs. Gawker.com and wonkette.com are hysterically snarky. Andrewsullivan.com is just ... good. Now must return to writing my paper on tactile imagery in A Tale of Two Cities. English rocks my unwashed, plaid, ingeniously slide-proof socks.
Life is good,
Monkey
Then I realized I had freshman math team next. And stopped being happy. Math team = soul crush. I don't think I am liking high school. Still, the consolatory 2 billion calorie scoop of Death by Chocolate ice cream I had afterwards, to rebuild my shattered ego sort of made up for it. Maybe 1/4 way. Or a 1/2. Whateva. Also am becoming addicted to blogs. Gawker.com and wonkette.com are hysterically snarky. Andrewsullivan.com is just ... good. Now must return to writing my paper on tactile imagery in A Tale of Two Cities. English rocks my unwashed, plaid, ingeniously slide-proof socks.
Life is good,
Monkey