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Rather than waiting for me to have time to think on it for ever probably entirely too long (not that I overthink and overanalyze everything I have to do), Mom's decided that I "should do England for International Day. [I] could talk about the Pax Lodge for [my] presentation."
... I look at the above paragraph, and all I can think is, 'you can tell I've been writing my essays, can't you?' Must stop quoting. Argh.
Anyway, so I spent all five of my free minutes today trying to come up with famous women that the girls (they're going to be maybe 8 to maybe 14) will have actually heard about. The list is currently limited to Rowling (for Harry Potter, because everyone who isn't me reads those books), and Queen Elizabeth. I have given no thought to the poster with random facts or what I will bring for food, because I have no time. It will be a long week, won't it? Or possibly entirely too short. One of the two.
I jokingly composed my speech over dinner. It went, "So! I'm sure you've all already heard of this place! Probably best known to you as the home of Harry Potter and where everyone speaks with an accent that sounds absolutely nothing like whatever it is you're attempting right now. Yeah, I hear you there. ...Also, Time Lords and crazy men who talk about cars. But never mind that."
Dinner in town on Wednesday, assuming nothing comes up. I was all excited for all of fifteen minutes, when I thought it was next week and that the Soundwave Spotlight comic was coming out on Wednesday, and, yay! I'll have time to run down and buy it because I don't have my night class this week! Oh, well. Maybe we'll get out of my afternoon class early next week! (And for the week after that? I'll be late for my night class before I go home without Escalation 5. JUST TRY AND STOP ME. I WILL END YOU. ...WITH PAPERCUTS, as all I will have on hand will be my class notebook.)
I am ready to eat this textbook. It is so boring, and I've nothing else on hand to destroy it with. I would go on a fanfiction binge, except I've found myself unable to locate anything decent that I've not already read at least three times. Woe. I obviously need to expand my fic-lurking areas. Or join a forum somewhere. Or something.
So, this morning in my dreams, I (and a bunch of other people) visited Silent Hill. Of all places! We were chased by Pyramid Head and his clones, and then I nearly fell through the floor and had to walk across cardboard without making noise. Distressingly enough, it's been one of the more coherent ones. This Psych of Dreaming class is going to make me insane.
I am never going to get this music back out of my head. What was I thinking?
... I look at the above paragraph, and all I can think is, 'you can tell I've been writing my essays, can't you?' Must stop quoting. Argh.
Anyway, so I spent all five of my free minutes today trying to come up with famous women that the girls (they're going to be maybe 8 to maybe 14) will have actually heard about. The list is currently limited to Rowling (for Harry Potter, because everyone who isn't me reads those books), and Queen Elizabeth. I have given no thought to the poster with random facts or what I will bring for food, because I have no time. It will be a long week, won't it? Or possibly entirely too short. One of the two.
I jokingly composed my speech over dinner. It went, "So! I'm sure you've all already heard of this place! Probably best known to you as the home of Harry Potter and where everyone speaks with an accent that sounds absolutely nothing like whatever it is you're attempting right now. Yeah, I hear you there. ...Also, Time Lords and crazy men who talk about cars. But never mind that."
Dinner in town on Wednesday, assuming nothing comes up. I was all excited for all of fifteen minutes, when I thought it was next week and that the Soundwave Spotlight comic was coming out on Wednesday, and, yay! I'll have time to run down and buy it because I don't have my night class this week! Oh, well. Maybe we'll get out of my afternoon class early next week! (And for the week after that? I'll be late for my night class before I go home without Escalation 5. JUST TRY AND STOP ME. I WILL END YOU. ...WITH PAPERCUTS, as all I will have on hand will be my class notebook.)
I am ready to eat this textbook. It is so boring, and I've nothing else on hand to destroy it with. I would go on a fanfiction binge, except I've found myself unable to locate anything decent that I've not already read at least three times. Woe. I obviously need to expand my fic-lurking areas. Or join a forum somewhere. Or something.
So, this morning in my dreams, I (and a bunch of other people) visited Silent Hill. Of all places! We were chased by Pyramid Head and his clones, and then I nearly fell through the floor and had to walk across cardboard without making noise. Distressingly enough, it's been one of the more coherent ones. This Psych of Dreaming class is going to make me insane.
I am never going to get this music back out of my head. What was I thinking?
