Yes, I went crazy tonight with the Britney. I was planning on only using one, maybe...but now it appears I've deleted my old Brit with the green hat (it was so cute), Robbie and Paul (*gasp*) and am replacing my old Shane West with a different one.
I don't know why, but I really feel like I should update. I have nothing to say. Nor has it been that long since my last post. Hell, I've had about 7 entries tonight because of new icons.
Feh. What the hell?
Ooooohhhh welllll. I set my VCR for the Mandy specials tomorrow. *shrugs* That's about it.
Earlier today, I bought the note cards I need to do my History final Preparation. *breathes deeply* That's tomorrow's task. Along with the english essay. It's technically not going to be due until Friday, but I'd like to get it done. Or at least started. I mean, I like English and I WANT to spend time on this assignment. I just wish I didn't have the other crap to do.
Saw the Beauty and the Beast IMax again today, with Ci and the kids. It was still good, but then again, it's Beauty and the Beast. I've seen that movie well over 30 times, and I've seen the musical 8 times. It's not going to change much. But it was fabulous.
After, we went to Walker Bros. to eat. Yummy omelet. *shrugs* That's always good too. Doesn't change much either.
I think I need more stability in my life, like consistently good movies and restaurants. Unpredictability sucks.
Oooo...and! My discovery. I love solo singers. Or artists with just an accompanist or small band. Especially the not-so-well known ones. -Bree Sharp -Glen Phillips (formerly of Toad the Wet Sprocket) -John Mayer -Alanis Morisette (eh, she's a little too popular...but I like her new song) -Jewel -I will probably like Michelle Branch. I just downloaded a bunch of her songs. -Vonda Sheppard -Five For Fighting (because his "band" isn't really a band. He's a one man show with a drummer, bassist and guitarist) -I also like Tori Amos, Tracy Chapman, James Taylor, and the likes.
Okay, now I'm going to download some songs, then write a little for English, then bed. I promise.
(ONE LAST NOTE: Going to bed at 2 and waking up at 10 is a lot more pleasurable than going to bed at midnight and waking up at 8...though it doesn't matter anyway because I usually go to bed at 1 and wake up at 7.)
Just spent 4 and a half hours on my history essay prep thing. And now I get to transfer it all to note cards. *yawn* I'm tired and I have a headache, I don't want to do this anymore. I'm officially not a fan of the United States between the times of colonization and Reconstruction after the Civil War. Blech.
However, I'm about *this* much happy because I got my first taste of finals week. I adore finals week. Why? you ask, puzzled I'm sure...well. There is no school. There is no homework. You can lay around in pajamas all day. Listen to music as loud as you want in an empty house. And as I've mentioned before, I'm more productive when I'm alone. (Hence the 4 hours of straight working today, as opposed to me not doing anything the rest of the weekend).
During finals week, you get to sleep in, even if just a little, because the first possible test is at 8:20. And I can drive myself which means that I'm waking up at 7:45 thank you. That's over an hour later than normal!! And there's no homework to keep me up until 3. And I get to eat lunch at home instead of yucky school food.
And if you think about it, sure, a final is worth 20% of your semester grade, but for the most part, you can get anywhere between a 30 and 90 and have it not effect your grade in the slightest. Especially if you are at a solid place. Plus, they don't have all those hard and in-depth questions. Nope, just a little of everything from the semester...basic concept questions. And usually I get the basic concepts, it's the in-depth stuff I suck at royally.
So really...what's so bad about finals? It's my favorite week of the school year.
Thank you, thank you. I'd like to thank the fans, because, well...they are people! *chuckles at self*
I haven't done any work for about an hour and a half. Heh. I wonder if it has anything to do with the fact that Daddy got home from work at that time. I also wonder if it's completely psychological that I can't work when I'm not alone, or if there is a reason for it.
I'm so terribly bored that I was considering doing my math homework. Then I realized I would rather punch myself in the face, then throw myself down the stairs onto the hard concrete basement floor. But, hey, I might do that just for shits and giggles.
I'm in a weird mood right now, please ignore me *smiles sweetly to hide the venom behind it*
Damn, I really am being snarky. Perhaps I should occupy myself (with something other than eating crackers without hands. It's really not that hard. I lack a good challenge in my life. *sighs*)
Went to dinner with the parents. I wouldn't have gone, except that Emily came over and I felt obliged. Blah. I had to pick. I usually won't mind, but I didn't want to go. I don't even know why I had such a problem with it, but the whole way there I was thinking in my head "I don't want to go. I want to go home. Let me out on the side of the road, I'll walk. Drop me at Ci's and I'll have dinner with her. Don't make me go." It was like and unnatural fear. Crazy.
And I am definitely my father's daughter. My mom pissed the hell out of me through the ENTIRE meal. I didn't have a problem when Daddy was talking though. Even if his attempts at humor are just that...attempts. *sigh* Oh well.
I just did my French homework. Eh, scratch that. I half-assed my French homework. I did worse on calculus, but that was his fault because he gave us a packet and didn't photo copy the second page so problems 2-7 out of 8 weren't there. *laughs* That honestly has made my night.
Now I have to copy all my hard work from history onto note cards, and hopefully get started on that English essay. Then I'm done. Whee.
And yes, I've made FAR too many entries today. And they've all been boring. How very sad for those of you actually reading. *small smile* And my headache's back. 12 hour relief, my ass...
Well, I finished my History note cards. Now hopefully I will do well on the final essay thing tomorrow. I spent 7 and a half fucking hours on those things, they better come in handy. *sighs*
And just when I think I'm done with all my homework...just when I think I can start my english essay (which I'm EXCITED to write, thankyouverymuch)...just when I get my hopes up, I realize I have a fucking physics test tomorrow. And that I haven't done any of the homework that I have to turn in with the test. ARG!! I hate physics! There's a reason I'm seeing my counselor tomorrow to drop out of the fucking class.
ARG!! Why doesn't my life like me? Am I a bad person? Do I not recycle enough? Or was I doomed from the beginning?
i'm going to go do physics. i'm rebelling in my own little way by not using the shift key. though this will annoy me more than anything else, at least it's a rebellion. -sighs- i need to get me a life. a nice one. -frowns and walks away-
[side note; thank god i didn't have a new year's resolution banning me from using the word 'fuck'. yes, i would lose.]