How long, Jenna?
So, I have all this homework that needs to get done. I've even gone as far as to make to-do lists for each day of small, manageable chunks. Am I doing it? No. Of course not. Mostly, I'm reading Count of Monte Cristo, sleeping, and annoying my parents. (Which, by the way has hit a whole new level - they just put in a laminate floor in their bedroom, and every excuse I get to go in there, I attempt to slide all the way across the room. I figure it's making up for all the exercise I can't do this week, and it's worth it to see my mom get annoyed and amused at the same time.)
I brought my iPod home with the speaker set I got for Christmas, and it just played two Phil Collins songs in a row, even though it's set on random. Statistically, there's a 1.56% chance of that happening. Or maybe it's just because my iPod knows how much I secretly like Phil Collins.
I'm amused whenever I post because I get a message saying that my password is too easy to guess. I defy anyone to crack my password. (Yes, that is a challenge.) Until somebody guesses what it is, I'm going to assume that my password is excellent, and it's going to stay as it is.
I brought my iPod home with the speaker set I got for Christmas, and it just played two Phil Collins songs in a row, even though it's set on random. Statistically, there's a 1.56% chance of that happening. Or maybe it's just because my iPod knows how much I secretly like Phil Collins.
I'm amused whenever I post because I get a message saying that my password is too easy to guess. I defy anyone to crack my password. (Yes, that is a challenge.) Until somebody guesses what it is, I'm going to assume that my password is excellent, and it's going to stay as it is.