*dusts off LJ, opens it up*

Sheesh. Haven't written here in a while...

...

And won't today.

*slams LJ shut*

Whoo! I did great in the play today! We all did great, those of us who were in it. Somehow it all pulled together. I'll spare details, since some people who read this haven't seen it yet. *glare*

What else, what else... Nothing! But that's OK! Wheeeee!

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions; no more, no fewer. Ask me anything you want. Then, optionally, I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this, and allow your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

1: grab the book nearest to you. turn to page 18, find line 4. write down here what it says : "remembered how he had snapped at her when she first" -- Encounter with Tiber, Buzz Aldrin & John Barnes.

2: stretch your left arm out as far as you can: Done. Oh, what am I touching? Eventually, I'd be touching the window.

3: what is the last thing ( Read more... )

Stuff on AnimeBoston later. Sleep now.

(Lauren Goodnight rocks my world!)

Last night, a very rare event occurred. I had a dream. We're looking at number 3 or 4 in... many years. I deperately want this analyzed:

I had to, for reasons already forgotten, but probably related to the saving of humanity (if I know myself), drive a Winnebago which was carrying... something special(?) off of a ramp into an active volcano to ( Read more... )

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I don't know much, but I do know that what I want isn't necessarily what's right.

I'm avoiding doing my essay ( Read more... )

I never have the motivation to do anything fun anymore. What the heck!?