done like dinner

May 22, 2007 00:42

The math problems are finito.  I've decided that
a) Ms. B will just  have to deal with the fact that I did not change my short story
b) death cab for cutie and coldplay should come together to form one big band of deep gorgeousness
c) you can have quite interesting conversations with people on msn in the wee hours

I will finish my apple juice, and then depart.  It can't be rushed.  But I've grown so fond of this ickle journal, I can't BEAR it.  I shall babble a while longer.  I'm going to make a plan for tomorrow:

- don't get up at usual time of 5:45, get up at 6:00 instead!  Still have shower, must rush.
- je vais manger le cheerios, mm
- blah blah, school
- bus home, look for my Friend on the Bike
- eat, something healthily energizing
- RUN, see emily run!  perchance I could run to carolyn's house and see if she wants to go to douglas park...no no, I'm embarrassingly slow, and besides, I want to ipod it up.  
- there is some sort of homework for SOCIALES (say it with an aggressive mexican accent), that will be done
- any other random bits of devoirs, and I shall come down and report in my glorious journal, oui?

IMPROV tomorrow.  lunchtime, hooray!

Oh bother, I just remembered I forgot to memorize stupid "Cross your Heart."  Damnations. A pox on the Waddingron's pointy head.  No matter, I have made the decision to rebel.  Aka memorize it at recess. Ha. Haha. Ha.
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