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I'm staying home tonight to work on one of those analysis. I'm going to complete a rough copy by the end of the night; even if it's a half ass paper that even disgusts *me* I will have a rough draft. I will give this draft to good ol' Gaffy tomorrow, and he'll hopefully finish editing it by the end of the day. Then I can come home and type up the good set, and hopefully take the test by Wednesday. Haha! I am a productive woman! Here me roar!
Mel and I chilled out in the park today after school and played guitar. I showed her my half-stolen song, and we attempted to work on a few others, which proved harder than expected since all of my writing was at home and all I want to make right now are pathetic little didies of love and dreams. Quoting Monty Python rocks. And I got a recipe for beef stroganoff.
Must talk to the adult, parent-type people about running off to the May Day festival next weekend...ee-gads, next weekend. This semmester is going way too fast, which reminds me: report card = two As and two Bs. Mrs. Songer is a cranky old hag because she gave me a B and I deserve an A; everyone agrees...except for her. What is this? Caring? It almost makes me gasp, just the idea of it...caring about grades...oh christ, someone hand me a gun.
Mel and I chilled out in the park today after school and played guitar. I showed her my half-stolen song, and we attempted to work on a few others, which proved harder than expected since all of my writing was at home and all I want to make right now are pathetic little didies of love and dreams. Quoting Monty Python rocks. And I got a recipe for beef stroganoff.
Must talk to the adult, parent-type people about running off to the May Day festival next weekend...ee-gads, next weekend. This semmester is going way too fast, which reminds me: report card = two As and two Bs. Mrs. Songer is a cranky old hag because she gave me a B and I deserve an A; everyone agrees...except for her. What is this? Caring? It almost makes me gasp, just the idea of it...caring about grades...oh christ, someone hand me a gun.