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Turns out I'm not as gifted as I thought I was. The essay I was writing Monday night never got finished, because at 2am I realized I had no idea where I was going with my argument. I figure that a 5% markdown is worth three extra working days, though. So there you go.
At lunch today, two very fun things happened. First, they had cream of broccoli soup. I love this soup, and they haven't had it for months and months. So I had two bowls, and fully intend to have another at dinner. I know, I'm gross. Second, Chel, Danielle and I started talking about 80's cartoons. I have no idea how it got started, but man, ever since, I've been looking stuff up on the internet about shows I'd forgotten I loved. Incidentally, I just realized that I had a crush on both Red Butler (and only now do I get that joke) and Beau (or is it 'Bow'? I don't know -- or is it 'kneau'? Heh).
Okay. Yes. Ways to prevent oneself from working: have music on, have internet browser open, have ICQ on. Right. Must fix these things. Must fix them soon. It is late, and I need to finiosh my essay by 10:00 tomorrow night and study for an incredibly important test (if I still want to be a Film medial -- which I'm not sure I want to be anymore).
So I am going to end this entry, close my internet brownser, put in quiet music, and open Wird to make a list of all the answers to questions on my test tomorrow, then make a detailed outline for my essay, which is now a day late. But it's cool, because I'm handing it in on Friday. It's okay. It's fine. I won't fail. It's all good.
As a final note, my window no longer closes all the way. The wind is coming in, and I'm freezing cold. I hate my room.
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