Wednesday, January 23, 2008
On hall passes and chewing gum
I am one semester from never having to ask permission to use the bathroom ever again.
Monday, January 21, 2008
DUDE IT IS A DINOSAUR!
I just wanted to let y'all know that I am in love with Natalie Dee. More specifically, her daily comic. AND today she is comic-ing about dinosaurs, which is just beautiful.
Get your daily dinosaur fix!
Also, Happy MLK Jr Day, kiddos.
Get your daily dinosaur fix!
Also, Happy MLK Jr Day, kiddos.
Monday, January 14, 2008
All The Good Girls Do It
Today, I am skipping school like a good girl to study for my AP Calculus test tomorrow.
What? I have not told you about my AP Calculus class? Man, you are missing out.
We are ruled by our own personal Calculus Tyrant, she of the cold heart and pitiless eyes. CT seems to derive (sorry, forgive the pun) her pleasure in life from holding us up to standards that some would call impossible. Favorite quotes include "I'm not going to waste my time reteaching you material you already know!" and "you've learned this in at least five other math classes!". Occasionally, your fair author is filled with the urge to point out that we also learned probability in at least five other math classes, and she hasn't asked us to do that yet. Luckily, this urge is squashed in time for fair author to retain her head and her dignity.
In any case, let it be know that AP Calculus is generally horrible, and tomorrow is our second test of the quarter, AKA The Grademaker, AKA This Might Mean None of You Get Into College, Mwahaha! I find myself slightly apprehensive... wish me luck? Or perhaps sacrifice a small, succulent chocolate to the Calculus gods in my name.
What? I have not told you about my AP Calculus class? Man, you are missing out.
We are ruled by our own personal Calculus Tyrant, she of the cold heart and pitiless eyes. CT seems to derive (sorry, forgive the pun) her pleasure in life from holding us up to standards that some would call impossible. Favorite quotes include "I'm not going to waste my time reteaching you material you already know!" and "you've learned this in at least five other math classes!". Occasionally, your fair author is filled with the urge to point out that we also learned probability in at least five other math classes, and she hasn't asked us to do that yet. Luckily, this urge is squashed in time for fair author to retain her head and her dignity.
In any case, let it be know that AP Calculus is generally horrible, and tomorrow is our second test of the quarter, AKA The Grademaker, AKA This Might Mean None of You Get Into College, Mwahaha! I find myself slightly apprehensive... wish me luck? Or perhaps sacrifice a small, succulent chocolate to the Calculus gods in my name.
Monday, January 7, 2008
A Something is Born
Once upon a time, there was a girl.
She was a not-very-normal girl, in the sense that she was just as unnormal as everyone else. For the sake of posterity, she may have been more forthcoming about her unnormalness than most people. She was also a very outspoken and determined girl (which in those days was a manner of saying that she had many opinions and liked to share them with great gusto.)
The girl was in the habit of spending a good deal of time partaking in the delights of the world wide web. One day, during her accustomed perusal, she was stricken with the spontaneous inspiration to indulge in the much-lauded trend of weblogging.
So, she did.
(And they all lived happily ever after, the end. Now, go to sleep. No, that was the last story. No, it's time to go to sleep now. Goodnight.)
She was a not-very-normal girl, in the sense that she was just as unnormal as everyone else. For the sake of posterity, she may have been more forthcoming about her unnormalness than most people. She was also a very outspoken and determined girl (which in those days was a manner of saying that she had many opinions and liked to share them with great gusto.)
The girl was in the habit of spending a good deal of time partaking in the delights of the world wide web. One day, during her accustomed perusal, she was stricken with the spontaneous inspiration to indulge in the much-lauded trend of weblogging.
So, she did.
(And they all lived happily ever after, the end. Now, go to sleep. No, that was the last story. No, it's time to go to sleep now. Goodnight.)
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