No, I'm not. Actually, I'm lying. I just have nothing to say. I like talking to you just fine, but every day? That's a little wearing. Or what. I mean, I could finish my story about those intruders, but I...I don't really want to. The horror is still fresh in my mind.
Today, I:
- won a committee election when I didn't even mean to put myself on the ballot, and only did five minutes before I won. That was, um. Nice. I guess.
- did homework. I used to see the point of homework, and sometimes I still do see the point of homework. But I think that busywork and stuff that reinforces what I learned in school are very different, and my Spanish teacher doesn't really see the distinction.
- fumed about my Spanish teacher for a good three minutes. She's a good teacher. I guess. The one small problem is that she acts like the Queen of Everything. So I hate her, which makes class infuriating and torturous.
- talked to a friend about books. We don't like the same kind of books, so it was an interesting conversation.
- fell asleep for about five minutes at seven o'clock. SEVEN O'CLOCK! The shame was written all over me (the Night Owl is my superhero name) (or, I guess, would be my superhero name. If I was a superhero).
- worried, like I always do. I think I would cease to function if I didn't fit in a whole 24 hours of worrying every single day.
Quote for Saturday, April 16, 2011:
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
-Olivia
Twelfth Night, Act III, scene i
Muse for a Day:
Those music festival t-shirts given out after you've gone to see a bunch of different people/bands play in one specified location? And it has some cool design on it, with all the band names and it's a nice little souvenir? I don't know how else to explain...those music festival t-shirts. This is the best way to describe what I'm talking about. I really like them. I want to make a fake one, with some random band names on there, like Glasses Factory or Wendell and Kendell, and have people ask me about the bands on there. Maybe they'll even look up the bands. BUT THEY WON'T BE REAL.
Elaborate prank...and I get a shirt.
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