03/24/08 Am I really this dumb?

Who in their right mind would hike eighteen miles in the hills when Brother Adair says that it's "a good workout"? It's official, I'm insane. I've never run out of water in my water pack before. Come close, yes, but never completely drained. I ended up drinking four and a half liters of water in nine and a half hours. Oh well, at least my feet are starting to forgive me. They didn't want to trust me for a while.

Anywho, spring break was good. Did some catching up on Lost, went on a nice campout (once you get over the tired thing), worked on a few scripture masteries, all that good stuff.

Oh yes, Lost is good. I was able to get up to season three, but I've still got a little further to go. Uh... I think I might stop early-ish today. I've got to do some ALEKS and Japanese and it's getting late. -waves-

03/13/08 Uh... Yeah.

CASEE–Is that spelled right?– took place Tuesday and Wednesday. Yay.

So, that's over. And that's good. Things aren't going well, today, though. I've been unlucky. And when I was putting my books away, I knew something was going to happen. (Just because of the day's history...) Guess what? They wouldn't work right and fell down. Then I kicked something. And now I keep having typos and my legs keeps itching. Arms too, but not as much. I used pressure point stuff on my wrist to sort of relieve the annoyance. Didn't work. So now I'm not happy. I was happy. This morning I was happy. But now I'm not happy. You can tell I'm not going to be writing any stories about hedgehogs or strawberries any time soon. It might end up like that part in Watership Down where they're crossing the road and find the little hedgehog roadkill. Not so pleasant.

My eye keeps twitching, too. It's making me mad.

Celtic music, do your magic.

-flails head into the door-

I hate Thursdays. I've got to do some homework, which will make me hate Thursdays even more.

03/06/08 About the grasshopper...

Believe me, mom. The temptation was there.

So once again I find myself looking back at the week, wondering why it went so quickly. Six chapters to read of the Bourne Ultimatum, so I guess I'm not worried. Also, only sixteen scripture masteries left... Yay! I'm currently working on the dreaded Exodus 20: 3-17 and another, not so dreaded Exodus 33: 11. Sound fun yet?

-yawns and stretches- I've stayed up past eleven every night this week... Not good. Doc was right. Six hours... Not right. Still, I must be valiant! (Here meaning: Awake)

I should blast the Bourne Supremacy. I think that would help. At least, it always woke me up before. Delta One... Very good for focusing... ish.

I have to organize things again... Not so fun. More Japanese work, a little tiding up, the books– oh no... the books!

Still. It makes me more happy than when I'm trying to think. Thinking ain't all it was made out to be. In, writing, yes. I hate authors/roleplayers who seem abhorrently incapable of actually thinking through things. (You can tell I've had some unfortunate experiences with this...)
Anyway, practical use, however? Not so great. I've got to think... -sighs-



I should write a story about a hedgehog and a strawberry. That would be a rather difficult subject to make sorrowful... I'll see what I can do tomorrow... Bye.

^ (With illustrations... #o •)

03/05/08 Agenda is out

I decided to-do-lists are better. For one thing, I'm sick of being late everyday... Also, I'm trying to keep a log of my day to make things easier.

Paint, right... I thought I mentioned that... -reads through posts with search-

Ah! Here we go! From 02/21/08:
"Room. Room, room, room.... Right.
It's blue. Light blue. A little too light. We still have to put on the glaze, so maybe that'll make it darker. That'd be good."

Okay, so now that I've decided to use to-do-lists, I think I'd like to know if you can print on index cards... I guess it's not vital, but they're handy.

Exodus 20:3-17... Curse you...

Yeah. It's a tad long.


Story? Sad? Okay, okay, okay, I can't write happy stories... Easily. That one was supposed to be about the two of them going out on the boat and seeing some sea creature... Big one. But as the story went on... It sorta drifted. Who knew?

I need a good organizing method. And a happy story. Many happy stories. Stories that are like Clorox commercials only in text form- Have any of you seen those Clorox commercials with the good music? I downloaded a youtube video of it and set it up so it could loop. Happy music... Happy Stories...

Yeah, that's not gonna work. Thoughtful, miserable. All I can write. -shrugs- Then again, possible completely random... In any case, I gotta jet. See ya!