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Oct. 1st, 2004 05:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaToday was rather uneventful. I got lots of make-up work to do over the weekend, while I'm driving to Earlham, or whatever.
Why the heck (lol . . . why the heck) do my socks smell so bad? Ugh . . . that's offensive. I think it's because my shoes got wet or something. Still . . . ew . . .
I know you wanted to know that.
Mrs. Kasa BETTER let us read Hamlet. I got a chance to whine to her about it twice ^_^
Of course, she probably won't, just to spite me, lol . . .
We got out early of play practice, obviously. That was nice, though we certainly could have stayed longer and worked on memorizing lines or something.
It's so nice to finally be in an activity of something that I don't count down the minutes until it ends for.
I get to go on a college visit this weekend . . . an overnight college visit . . . I hope I get people I get along with, or with generally similar interests, so I get a better feel for the place. This being Earlham, I doubt they'd be party nuts or something, but still . . .
Do I have anything more to say? Not really . . .
Kristina: "I think I am going to die."
Nichole: "Hey, me too! Wanna share a grave?"
I was waiting to put that one in my journal for a while.
You know, this entry is totally wasted. I am wasting hyperspace and your time. Hence,
I will attempt to get myself provoked . . .
. . . when I get back from picking up Tory from Tae Kwon Do.
Why the heck (lol . . . why the heck) do my socks smell so bad? Ugh . . . that's offensive. I think it's because my shoes got wet or something. Still . . . ew . . .
I know you wanted to know that.
Mrs. Kasa BETTER let us read Hamlet. I got a chance to whine to her about it twice ^_^
Of course, she probably won't, just to spite me, lol . . .
We got out early of play practice, obviously. That was nice, though we certainly could have stayed longer and worked on memorizing lines or something.
It's so nice to finally be in an activity of something that I don't count down the minutes until it ends for.
I get to go on a college visit this weekend . . . an overnight college visit . . . I hope I get people I get along with, or with generally similar interests, so I get a better feel for the place. This being Earlham, I doubt they'd be party nuts or something, but still . . .
Do I have anything more to say? Not really . . .
Kristina: "I think I am going to die."
Nichole: "Hey, me too! Wanna share a grave?"
I was waiting to put that one in my journal for a while.
You know, this entry is totally wasted. I am wasting hyperspace and your time. Hence,
I will attempt to get myself provoked . . .
. . . when I get back from picking up Tory from Tae Kwon Do.
