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Ugh I've... too much time on my hands. o___O;; I s'pose I'll do some extra instrumenting. I could sure use it.
No hw whatsoever. Jap hw = study, which basically = nothing, took a test in Geom (and was called away for 15 mins halfway through to have the Asst. Principal inform me that I've extra Sat. School to make up), no hw for PE, and finished Bio hw while she was talking.
( Random interesting crap of the day )
PS. Ooh, I am totally bringing a frisbee to school tomorrow if it's sunny out. Got no regulation sized ones, not even a moderately heavy one like the frisbee... But eh good enough 'slong as there's no wind. Hah I told Jenn/Erica I would, just to show them how violently Tiff attacks with frisbees. Doubt they'd actually remember I mentioned it, but hey. /shrug
(Heh they think TIFF's violent. I was like "You should see Eliza." Eliza won't stop chasing someone if they run far far away. She'll go right on chasing... until she catches the person and kicks HARD or manages to inflict some other form of physical damage! =='')
Edit: I'm screwed. I finished memorizing the prelude today, but not the fugue. Class tomorrow. ... wahhhh~
Edit: It feels so absurd. To be typing and talking and chatting to someone on the computer screen in this little AIM dialogue box. I can imagine. All the people. At home sitting in front of their computers, reading the words in the chatroom, laughing with the group but IRL so really, utterly alone.
I don't know what I'm trying to say. My brain's spazzed out. But I don't know. Thinking about that depresses me. It almost feels like there's an empty screen and a computer in front of us where there should be real people. Which isn't true. Not true not true not true because without the computer and the internet we wouldn't even be able to have as much as a little dialogue box and words on a screen... we wouldn't even have that much communication with our friends. But. For some reason. It felt like a barricade. Like it was in between us. Like it's in the way. Does that make sense? No, I think my brain died. I really gotta go to bed.
No hw whatsoever. Jap hw = study, which basically = nothing, took a test in Geom (and was called away for 15 mins halfway through to have the Asst. Principal inform me that I've extra Sat. School to make up), no hw for PE, and finished Bio hw while she was talking.
( Random interesting crap of the day )
PS. Ooh, I am totally bringing a frisbee to school tomorrow if it's sunny out. Got no regulation sized ones, not even a moderately heavy one like the frisbee... But eh good enough 'slong as there's no wind. Hah I told Jenn/Erica I would, just to show them how violently Tiff attacks with frisbees. Doubt they'd actually remember I mentioned it, but hey. /shrug
(Heh they think TIFF's violent. I was like "You should see Eliza." Eliza won't stop chasing someone if they run far far away. She'll go right on chasing... until she catches the person and kicks HARD or manages to inflict some other form of physical damage! =='')
Edit: I'm screwed. I finished memorizing the prelude today, but not the fugue. Class tomorrow. ... wahhhh~
Edit: It feels so absurd. To be typing and talking and chatting to someone on the computer screen in this little AIM dialogue box. I can imagine. All the people. At home sitting in front of their computers, reading the words in the chatroom, laughing with the group but IRL so really, utterly alone.
I don't know what I'm trying to say. My brain's spazzed out. But I don't know. Thinking about that depresses me. It almost feels like there's an empty screen and a computer in front of us where there should be real people. Which isn't true. Not true not true not true because without the computer and the internet we wouldn't even be able to have as much as a little dialogue box and words on a screen... we wouldn't even have that much communication with our friends. But. For some reason. It felt like a barricade. Like it was in between us. Like it's in the way. Does that make sense? No, I think my brain died. I really gotta go to bed.
