im so bored

theres no one on MSN worth talking to and aim doesnt work on my computer

so

homework!

i still have to do my math.. and my english..

but i'll do that tomorrow. :D cuz im such a good student right

hahahahahahaha

so i had this weird dream where all the veladare people met but everyone was really really really really ugly and alec was 6 foot tall. it was almost like everyone deteriorated. and i dunno why. it's probably one of those weird dreams, you know..

.....yeah. my dreams suck.

i need a nice one once in a while...

fuck school starts tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

so i'm at school and i have to write my tale of two cities paper.

i hate it

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i hate it hate it hate it

okay, for sorina

comment and:

1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle with you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST.

*SORINA*

1. bitch

2. ff? anything smutty... song? bad touch. movie?KILL BILL

3. flavor of jello... i don't know. peach. i think. because that's the one we tried to make in sixth grade that kind of died

4. what would happen if we poke _________ with a fork? melt? sizzle?

5. the round glasses and disneyland backpack. haha i love you we've both changed so much

6. A parrot. i don't know. it's colorful. or a house. cuz thats your school symbol HAHA SUXASS

7. what exactly happened in that movie theater???????

8. see? i did!!!!!!!!

i don't know. my computer's acting weird again and so the screen looks as if i was transported back to the beginning of the computer generation and yeah. everythings blue, gray, terquoise or white, and it looks like a 600x400 instead of a 1024x768 or whatever it is. the xanga writing box fills up the entire screen.

the icons kind of make me think of a long time ago, because they look like the ones from windows 98 or something... i would think my computer travelled in time except the start menu is xp-style.

so i don't know. i'm really frustrated.

i have a paper due tomorrow and another one due wednesday.

GOD WE HAVE SO MUCH HW

OKAY.

i swear I will update now. I just went through an entire year's worth of xanga entries, deleting every single one of them. now that i think about it i think i should have put them on private so i could read them once in a while, but oh well. TOO BAD.

sophomore work load's worse than it sounded like. there's so much homework that i could drown in it.

i got my columbia writing thing evaluation form today, along with my portfolio. my parents hint that they want to see it, but i don't want anyone (outside of the ppl who advise me) to read it. it's too personal for personal people.

if that makes any sense...

so i have to work on my tale of two cities essay, my french revolution essay, research my debate topic, do my math homework (which i can't do because i left my book at school), and write out the calculations for my chem lab notebook. One good thing is that the only thing that's DUE tomorrow is my math homework. the debate is on friday (I'm arguing for the pro side of late-term abortion), the history essay is due thursday and the english.. well the teacher's giving us time to work on it in class.

I'm really tired. it must be because its monday.

Today in volleyball everyone seemed to be aiming for me. i was smacked so many times i can't remember, and i dodged a lot more. one hit me flat on the face. a couple ppl seemed to think it was funny. it WASNT DAMMIT

my laptop's fixed (yay!) and now my pen works. internet works well too. xept my memory kind of died and i can't run three or more programs at the same time...which sucks.

so now i shall go work on my history paper.

Bye.