26/11/2002 - 3:43 p.m.

A Life Less Ordinary

I wrote a nice long angry sort of entry this morning in Humanities, but that's so long ago now that it doesn't bother me anymore, so I won't put it up. It was all to do with war and things.

Tomorrow I have to go home for Thanksgiving. I don't much want to still. That'll be a whole five days with my family. The four days I've spent with them up to this time were no picnic, let me tell you. And now I have to go a whole stretch of five. Yea, hooray.

So, I'm cleaning my room. Well, OK, I'm shoving all my laundry back into the closet and drawers. And I'm picking up some of the crap off the floor. So, not so much cleaning as rearranging. The mess is there, but you can't really see it. Trust me, I was neat until the week after Polly moved out. I kept it up for a whole month. All I need is somebody not to offend with my messiness, and I'm terribly clean.

I got up at six forty five this morning so I could get dressed and ready for the trio in progress today. Well, really I did it so I could eat, but the other things were important too. I mean, usually, getting up involves putting on clothes nearest me when I get out of bed spending twenty minutes trying to work out which of six places I might've put my keys last night (on either desk, coat pockets, pant pockets, or on the dresser) and stumbling out the door by seven fifty. Today, I had to be at the SWT by nine, so breakfast was pas question, and I had to have it first thing.

Hmmm, that kept you all enraptured, eh?

Oh, that math test, I got a high C, like, almost a B, and considering only two people got A's, and just barely, that's pretty good. I'm pleased with it at least.

I will try to write over the break, in case anything exciting happens, though if nothing does, I won't. Yes.

Across the hall, someone is watching a bad bad bad version of Anything Goes. I'm really not in the mood for that show at the moment.