| Kzinistzerg |
09-09-2006 10:57 PM |
Well, school started on wednesday. Wednesday i got home, fell asleep, woke up at six, ate, fell asleep again, woke up at ten, got some papers signed and went back to bed. Thursday I got home, went on a motorcycle ride, got a new bike helmet, blanket, and some tie-downs, got home at seven, watched fosters (yay!) realised i had no clue how to prove the square root of two was irriational and fell asleep. Friday I got home, read a book, messed around, read some more, ate supper, and stayed up untill 4:30 in the morning reading an incredible book, the second book that has EVER brought tears to my eyes and I do NOT get emotional easily. The last time i cried was when my cat died years ago, the last time i got chosed up was when my other cat died at the end oof june (and only for a bit), and then this morning i woke up at eight, fell asleep, woke up at twelve, got up, and went to New Jersey all day and got home at ten. And missed Fosters.
The time at school was spent in sheer boredom.
MY MATH TEACHER IS TOO ENTHUSIASTIC. He bounces around the room jabbering excitedly about the wonders of calculus ("And then, it's an abstract concept! Isn't that great! Zero's the first abstract conept! It's amazing! WHOOOOOOOOO!")(I added in the WHOOOO part but the rest is almost verbatim...)
My art class sucks royally, but the rest of my day is okay. German class is so very pathetically easy...
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