food found and pinched from teachers' kitchen: sweet potatoe chips banana honey rice cakes it always fascinates me to find snack food that gives off a healthy vibe - is it really a snack without elaborate chemical ingredients? my stomach thinks so, but my brain is not fooled. bah. - had to squeeze in some tombstone cowboys. mmmmmmm. - side bars are evil. brr.

so basically i come in and sit by this nice computer and pretend to work for a bunch of hours while my teacher goes away and does things. i have every intention of doing some work, and i know i will, eventually, but somehow it just isn't happening. so i'm going to find some lame excuses now. reasons i'm not working 'for real': stupid mouse. i have to roll the ball that controls the arrow with my fingers and click down the sides. it bugs me to no end. i've gotten a little bit better at it, but it simply makes me mad. i feel like everything is too clumpsy and so i just don't want to do anything. it's 5:30 pm and getting dark outside, which makes me sleeepy. nevermind that i slept till 2.30 pm this afternoon. there is a scanner available, and i feel compelled to scan everything.. anything... yet have nothing really that ought to be scanned. hence all sorts of lame scanned things are appearing here, i know. witness my index finger, above. pathetic. i'm bored, especially by the site i have to work on. it's coming along just fine, but the fine-tuning and tinkly stuff is simply mind-blowingly boring. so. bah. thank ghod i'm just baby-sitting garrett tomorrow. --- isn't it weird when names all of a sudden fall out of your brain? i don't mean names of brief aquaintances, i mean of people you used to know for years and simply haven't thought of in a while. it always baffles me, and cause me to obsess until i find the name of whoever it was. i certainly never thought i'd forget the names of the people i went to school with - in some instances they are people i shared 10 years with. still. here i sit, 3 years later, looking at my graduation picture, trying to figure out the names of more than half of these people. pathetic. daniel? martin? and who's that guy? didn't i have a crush on him in 5'th grade? you'd think i'd remember his name, at least, right? bah. i didn't know 22 could feel this old and mentally feeble. i suppose it's even worse when i think back the past 5 years and find myself unable to remember the last names of people who were VIP at one point or another. it almost feels rude. i clearly remember things we said and did, in all instances, but the most basic things like their last names, or even sometimes what age they are elude me. then again, part of me wonders if i actually ever asked for those things at the time either. maybe i never knew them more than partially. well. whatever. at least i remember the important things, like that my middle names are ingrid veronica, and that he liked the scent of vanilla, and that she liked to scratch words into banana peels and watch it turn brown. bah. i need more excedrine. bye.

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