I really don't feel like I have anything interesting to say. I'm tired. I'm a little stressed. Blah.
I feel like nothing exciting ever happens to me. (Well, Sam winked at me during court on Sat, but that was actually more sad than anything, and maybe a little creepy) And sometimes I don't feel like anybody will care that I cleaned my bathroom, or that I had stew for supper.
I realized something while I was talking to a friend of Tara's on MSN.
--There aren't really any foods that I don't like, although there are some that don't seem to really like me. And I obviously like some less than others.
--There are no genres of music that I really dislike. Some I'd rather not listen to for hours on end, but I enjoy them.
--Until I saw The Last Kiss, there was really no such thing as a movie that I hated. (Note to anyone that hasn't seen it: DON'T) Granted I don't always enjoy horror movies, but that's why I've made a habit of avoiding them when possible.
--I don't hate people. Email surveys always ask stupid questions, like "Who do you hate the most, and why" but I honestly don't hate anyone. There are people that I'd rather not spend lots of time with, but I don't hate them.
And honestly, that made me kind of proud of myself. I don't know why. But it did.
So that's my post for today. Now I get to go clear off my bed so that I can sleep on it. Tomorrow I'm going to wake up, do laundry (the novelty of clean pants will never wear off), and work on my World Rel. paper. It's about the creation of fire. I basically have to put my creative writing skills to work, write a glorified bedtime story, and then footnote the crap out of it. I'm not looking forward to it. The footnoting I mean. I've never had to write a paper with footnotes before in my life. You'd think they'd teach you that in Academic Writing. Come to think of it, why didn't they? Stupid really. I'm tired. I only got like 7 hours of sleep last night, and maybe 5 the night before. So I'm gonna go, and get a good, solid 9 hours, and then face tomorrow. Oy Vey.
Right now, I'm listening to my CMT '97 Collection. (This Ain't) No Thinkin' Thing by Trace Adkins is one of my favorites this week. So is Unbelievable Love by Prairie Oyster.
3 comments:
We did this real breif thing on footnotes in Grade Twelve I think but doubtless if I remember most of it...so good luck, my dear. Miss you!
Yeah, somehow Bob was supposed to write footnotes in his history paper, he just didn't. So, I want to know what the teacher was teaching that he could miss this important part of the process until she was marking the paper. Sheesh. At least you guys have computers that might help you get the little numbers in the right places and all. It was tougher with the typewriters! Luv, The Mamma Dinosaur
I am very proud of you, by the way!
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