| | Graduation Song by Vitamin C is a good song. It came on at Kmart
last Friday and I sang along with it rather loudly. That song
makes me happy and sad at the same time.
What are your new years resolutions?
Mine are to write more, lose weight (how typical)/practice karate more, and get accepted to Kenyon. Go me?
Today I realized I'm very dumb. For a several silly,
non-life-threatening reasons. OH and Ashton I have something sort
of funny/scary (depends how you look at it?) to tell you next time we
get to talk. Gosh I'm dumb. It's really retarded, I promise
you.
Is it cheating, the fact that I printed out the practice bonus quiz
from Quimby's quia (way too many Qs right there), answered everything,
entered those answers into the practice, corrected it, corrected them
on the printout, and then crossed off each definition as I answered it
on the official quia bonus quiz? I kinda think it is, but between
this utterly MISERABLE chapter six test I'm facing tomorrow and that
dreaded midterm (for which we haven't learned chapter seven HA HA YAY
FOR BEING TESTED ON WHAT YOU'RE NOT TAUGHT) I need as much bonus as I
can possibly get. Anyone got a quick way to memorize the
different "molecular geometry" things? Do we get to use that
sheet on the test...?
Oh, and for some joyous comic relief before I go cram for chem, here's
part of the story I wrote to submit to PGSA (PA Governor's School of
the Arts) (Chris'll like this maybe? The narrator is a very self-centered pompous git...):
I was just unfolding my paper again when she said, “You know what
I’m gonna do with this money?” I really wasn’t sure if she was talking
to anyone at all, so I remained silent. “I’m gonna buy me a big ol’
black and white television, the good kind. And a front door.” I
nodded, absently, an image of what this old lady’s home might look like
floating to the surface of my mind: a porch without railing, an empty
mouth of an opening for a front door that opened on a big-screen black
and white TV which I wasn’t sure even existed; weathered stairs with
carpet shredded by a dozen cats–
“That sounds nice,” I told her, sarcastically, the foul thought
remaining. I saw paint peeling off walls from a web of thousands of
criss-crossing claw marks, a dead mouse lying on the doormat–I
shuddered.
“And then,” she continued, thoughtfully, “I’m gonna buy a big ol’
roll of chicken wire, the heavy-duty stuff, and build a coop for my
ducks.”
My little picture of her home zoomed back out the gaping front
doorway to her front yard–surely she wasn’t considerate enough of her
neighbors to conceal such messy animals as ducks in the backyard–where
fight-hardened waterfowl prowled around, scratching the ground with
webbed feet, quacking maniacally and hunting the cats. The more
heavy-duty the better, not just to keep the cats out, but to keep the
ducks in.
“Very considerate of you,” I agreed after a moment, shaking my head as
I tried to escape her yard, and checked the time again.
Giggle.
-Adrienne
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