Well, it's finals week. I've been working hard, and it's not quite over yet, but soon it will be the weekend, a 3-day weekend to be precise. I thought becuase the semester is going to be done, my teachers wouldn't give us any homework, I mean, it would be stupid because you just completed .5 of a credit. But ole' mister Witt decided to load us ( Read more... )

a couple nights ago I had a dream where Lukas showed me that you can take out your brain by opening a flap on top of your head. He showed me his brain, which looked like one of those natural sponges, you know, the sea sponges, the dried out ones. The kind the French use. Well, anyway, it looked like that only the base of it looked magenta. And ( Read more... )

hey! why didn't they put this for all to see, not just the men!  except for one suggestion concerning pee, even I could use these suggestions.

http://health.msn.com/menshealth/articlepage.aspx?cp-documentid=100119940>1=7538

almost time for Mexico! the bad thing is I'm gonna miss a lab where we're gonna extract some bacterial DNA. I really wanna do that. I'll just have to ask someone to tell me what we did. Fun.

We had snow. wow. livejournal is dead. myspace is lame, too. I don't seem to know enough people to have more than, oh, 11 friends. three of which are bands. this is a pretty lame entry, but I must say that bread crumbs are considerably funnier than cracker crumbs.

you know ( Read more... )

Last night I had another one of those "invisible people" dreams. And it really creeped me out. I dreamed I was downstairs in the computer room-type area and only my dad and I were there. My dad had to go get something, so he left, and I was alone there. I tried to close the sliding door, but each time I closed it and looked away, and I looked ( Read more... )

in the song by Switchfoot, "This is Your Life", it sounds like they're saying "try Cara" at about 3:25 into the song.

So on Friday in English we have this creative writing project due. People decided to do different things, and I decided to do a chapbook of poems. Other people wrote stories, and one guy in my class wrote a song. Well, we turned in our rough drafts on Monday, and my English teacher said that he was very impressed with our work, and he had picked ( Read more... )

we have one extra hour to do homework or sleep this weekend! But nothing else! that's not allowed!