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I really just want this week to be overwith. My eyes are watering, my throat is sore, and I've had an ongoing headache. In the mornings, I have to practically drag myself out of bed ( Read more... )

Game.
At Rockville.

We suck.

The Roxettes danced.

They looked pretty good.

Linds and I convinced a couple of obys that we were foreign exchange students from Britain.

But Bob Kyle ruined it for us.

The look on that kid's face was priceless, though.

Oh, the memories.

Is it so weird that I don't like being called "hot?"

This has been one of the longest weekends of my life ( Read more... )

"You're not going to have a cup and a half of butter."

Sigh. I just want to bake sugar cookies.

Thanksmas plans are underway.

I am thoroughly excited.

Although, I'm really sleepy.

And I have early practice tomorrow.

And I want to write more for my christmas gifts.

The fact that this four-day weekend is over is depressing. Muchos depressing ( Read more... )

THanksgiving is the day after tomorrow.

I can start getting ready for Christmas!

I am going to pose to you a philosphical question:

Would you consider it artificial intelligence if you planted knowledge in children's (or anyone's) brain by a computer?

Winter homecoming is only about a month away. I have picked out the dress I want ( Read more... )