a lump in the comforter...
I don't think I really believed the horror stories about MySpace--how it's addicting to the point where it owns your soul--until now. But it's so true. For some reason, you get really hung up on whether anyone commented, reading everyone's blogs, getting as many friends as possible, and making sure you have the best pictures up. Maybe it's because none of us want to be doing what we should be if we weren't online, but you never want to get off. The worst part? That horrible moment when you realize there is nothing more to do and you should probably go to bed. No wonder people fall asleep in class all the time.
Back to research, research. Which is hard to do when the weather is so frickin wonderful. I WANNA BE OUTSIDE! Damn home computers with their lack of portability. I wish I had the money to buy a wireless laptop.
On the offhand chance that anyone reading this just happens to know of a brilliant source of information on the No Child Left Behind Act (either side)--I would much appreciate the tip.
Back to research, research. Which is hard to do when the weather is so frickin wonderful. I WANNA BE OUTSIDE! Damn home computers with their lack of portability. I wish I had the money to buy a wireless laptop.
On the offhand chance that anyone reading this just happens to know of a brilliant source of information on the No Child Left Behind Act (either side)--I would much appreciate the tip.