I feel like Francine. Like my head's gonna explode.

The computer works now, and everything is on it again, but we saved it onto Horace (drive K) in order to be precocious.
The internet changed. Now it's internet explorer with a halo on it. It's nice to have an actual keyboard again, though ( Read more... )

If I move my finger in a certain way, the upper-joint cracks.

I was Max Fischer, today.
Which was odd, but my outfit was very nice, and about eight people actually recognized who I was.
It's very cold. I waited at the bus stop for a while, and read Diving For Sunken Treasure...

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My dog just threw up on my mother's bed.
Why is it him that I am comforting?

I am 20% White Trash.

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I was born exactly seventy-two years after J.D. Salinger.

Good day. I think my Huckabees-wash has crossed over to today.
Aced math unit test. Did all my physics problems correctly (yay!).
Called Tanya. She didn't pick up.

PLAN (pre-ACT) tomorrow. Yikes!

I sent my second book today (tomorrow).
Yesterday, it was Justice in Schools to someone named Lauren W. (and actually living in Bellevue...)
Today, I sent The Mystery of Menlo Park and Christianity Revealed to Erica who likes coffee, of Rhode Island. Four stamps.

Yes yes yes yes thank you thank you.
I watched it again, today.
Yahoo!