*tongue hangs pathetically out the side of Angie's mouth* Must...finish...essays...I've got three essays due tomorrow (have I mentioned those before? heh), and I still have about three pages to write. My brain is ready for the discard bin, seriously. Well, I'm bumming my way through my theater essay, Rebecca isn't very picky as long as the answers are complete and everything is typed up and stuff. BUT I also have a math test on Friday, which necessitates my doing the math HW, which I don't have time for, and which will cause me to fail the test. Yes, the word "which" is overused. Who cares? I'm not writing an essay here, people! My blog! I can rant all I want in it! Too bad I can't rant on my history and WiTT essays. I hate writing. I hate it with a passion. I long for fill in the blank worksheets and outline notes! Outline notes, I say!

Ah. Today's been a good day (notice the past tense...it's gonna become important later on). I didn't have to go to English class (woo-woo), I didn't have to present my French project, I sat next to Sam during one of the presentations...and Boone came back! *shrieks with joy* I've missed him so much while he was off somewhere, skiing. For the last month. Heh. He came into French class today, looking cool but rather confused, and was immediately glomped until his eyes bulged out. *g* And I think he died his hair. It looks kinda mahogany-reddish now, whereas before he left, it was a medium brown. It's cool, though.

Wa-wa-wahhhh! I've got three essays due on Wednesday, and I just started working on them. Blah. I can't handle this...*falls over twitching* That's why I said that today has been a good day instead of saying that today is a good day. I don't look forward to writing pages and pages of meaningless text...

Have you noticed how I've been starting almost every paragraph in my blog with a sound effect? Just a random thought.

Bwaaaaahhhh...I just realized I had WiTT homework for today. Two pages of quotes. And explanations. I hate-hate-hate The Great Gatsby!!! The book by itself is okay, but analyzing it sucks. SUCKS!!! *thwaps Fitzgerald with a bag of tortilla chips* (now where have you seen that phrase before? Gee, I wonder...)

I hope-hope-hope Vicky brings her digital camera 2day. I need to take pics of the school aud so that I can make the layout for the drama club website, and since I'll be spending plently of time in the aud today *glares at Alix, who started the whole teach-in thing*, it's a good idea to get done with all the picture-taking. I hate taking pics, really.

Writer's block. Writing three essays is no easy task, lemme tell ya.

Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! I finally figured out how to get rid of the stupid gap between the image slices in my new layout! Finally! Finally! Yay-ness! Now I can continue working. You have no idea how happy I am. *jumps up and down like the idiot she is*

Yesterday I was too frustrated about my schoolwork to tell you this, but in math class...Andy Olson took off his shirt and was sitting in just his undershirt (or whatever you call those white muscle tank thingies)!!! His fleece swim team uniform was obviously too hot, so he decided to take it off...for mah viewing pleasure. It's always fun to look at a guy with a nice body. And lemme tell ya, Andy has a great body. Nice and tan. Moderately muscular. And, of course, a cute face and adorably styled hair *swoons* For some reason I have an odd attraction to swim team guys (not all of them, of course...oh no no no...hell no!). Last year I had a mad crush on this swim team/actor guy named Lester. Of course, I now think he's a jerk. No, scratch that. I don't think anything of him. I couldn't care less about him. Andy, on the other hand...Nah. I don't have a crush on him. I'm faithful to my Sam (even though he got a disgustingly short haircut) *g*

The above paragraph was rather random, ne? Heh. I go crazy over guys, really.

Bwak. Need to work on a design for the drama club website. Why, why did I get myself into that mess? I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.

It's official. I'm an idiot. I have three essays due on Wednesday, a website to do for the 17th, and four big tests next week, yet I offer to make a website design for the Regent Drama Club over the weekend. *slaps herself on the forehead* How could I have been so stupid? AND I have to go holiday shopping this weekend. Not to mention the loads of WiTT homework that I have to do for Monday. Bwak-ness.

I'm trying to work on my history site right now, and I can't decide what colors to use for the background. Yellow and green? All green? Different shades of brown? Or go with an inobtrusive image? Or maybe screw everything and go white? The greeks liked white...

Yesterday in theater class we started our chorale reading unit. It was cool, in my opinion. At one point of time we had to stand in a circle and create a story word by word (each person says one word, and it goes around the circle like that). The result: "Once upon a time there was a little prince and a...queen. She was the coolest lady. She loved her hair and her...big (said in an extremely happy manner) smelly...ass!" This last word was blurted out quite loudly, and the whole class cracked up. I was laughing so hard I nearly fell on the brand new movie screen. The great thing about Rebecca is that she doesn't really object to such words the way other teachers do. I guess it's because sometimes these words are necessary to portray certain moods in drama. It's pretty cool, though.

*is desperate to find a good image of a doric or ionic column* Making a website for school is hard work, mangs...