::06:37::2004/04/24::Saturday::
I'm sick. Kim's also addicted me to this Postal Service song, damn her. AP exams are a mere week away, joy of joys! Current predictions for grades: Lang: 5; Lit, 5; Bio, 4-5 depending on the free response; Stat, see above; Gov't, 5; Econ, 5 (hopefully?). And now I must depart, because I need all 5's.
::music: The Postal Service-Such Great Heights:: ::let me forget::
::7:26::2004/03/31::Wednesday::
I hate stomach problems. So I slept like 4 hours last night because my gastointestinal tract was putting up such a damn fuss. Let's not even discuss water and electrolyte loss. Ew. And I drank 4 mugs of tea last night too. Anyway. I'm never sick, so I wonder what it was.
::music::Merry Go Round-Suicide Dance:: ::let me forget::
::22:48::2004/03/22::Monday::
Oh please.
I hope this man realizes that almost every other developed, developing, and trying-really-hard-to-develop nation in the world ISSUES GOVERNMENT IDs. Pfft. And he won't confess to beating his daughter? The policeman got lucky. This guy might have been carrying a loaded 1940's-era shotgun named Bessie.
And there you have the intellectual comment of the day. Week. Month. Yeah.
::music: BLue-B-Slowly but Surely:: ::let me forget::
::22:23::2004/03/18::
Man, am I neglecting this place or what?
Anyway, I now am the proud owner of a store, so you should of course all go visit. Yes. Buy stuff so I can get $$$ to go to Anaheim this summer and not work at Evil Tutoring Center. *hurl, barf, hurl, barf, etc. etc.*
::music: Pierrot-Finale (7.7)::
