lianna is awesome.
i envy her so much.
she is very fantastic.
everyone loves her.
i wish i could be just like her.
one day im gonna make the perfect creme brulee.
okay i think ill go now.
but i think i must leave this on a happy note.
so in conclusion, i love lianna.
Bleh. I am tired and sleepy and completely clogged of nose and I still have to take a shower.
All I wanted to do today was make a cake, guys. ): Is that too much to ask? Is it? Freaking French test that was harder than it should've been and, and, and... MATH AND STUFF. SUCKED. OKAY?
I was reading Tabby's LJ and so that's why I'm updating this, even though as we can all tell, I don't have much to say. But hey.
OHOHOH, Oliver on Wednesday! And Thursday! And Friday! I'm not even in it but I'm excited and already sad that it's almost over. ):
Next year is our turn.
Listening to various Chicago songs.
Doing odd hand motions that might be mistaken for attempts at dancing by those who are not in the know.
And now I'm going to go take a shower so that my mummy dearest can braid my hair so that it is all curly and pretty in the morning. If it rains again, I am going to be le pissed. Oh yes. Oh yes.
BYAH! Nina: 1, Mathbook: 0. Well, 0 after being rounded down severely, but hey. Who's counting anyway, right?
I FINALLY solved the friggin' question, and it only took me 40 minutes to do it! Hooray! It's almost midnight and I've been doing something resembling a Russian dance around the house for a good five minutes, and I have decided to take a break to share my joy and goodwill with the rest of the world.
And, of course, to post said question up and have other people solve it in a record time of 2 minutes. ]:
But. Quadratic formula of Doom and Misery (That Eventually got PWNED):
h = -4.9t^2 + 27t + 2.4
For how long is the balloon more than 30m high?
And this moment shall be held in my memory until I fail the test tomorrow. HOORAY!
- music:the sound of victory
Math is ridiculous. I can't wait until this damn high school thing is over and I never ever have to do these God-forsaken quadratic formulas again. ]: And I mean EVVAARRR.
But I already feel sad about not only the graduation of the people I know in grade 12, but about my own. There's still more than half a year left of school, but I'm already like this. ):. Un sigh. I don't even know. Today's just been a completely off day and so I'm bitching and whining about things I won't even think about tomorrow.
Well, except for the math. I complain about that one fairly regularly to anyone who's willing to listen, and I doubt I'll stop until the semester is over.
*re-loop to beginning complaint*
Hooray for RENT songs. They are what keep me sane, I tell you.
I think they meant it when they said you can't buy love, now I know you can rent it, a new lease you are, my love.
More grump plzkthx.
Alright. So NaNoWriMo isn't the easiest thing in the world and I should probably have three or four times the number of words I actually do, but hey. It's fun. Sort of. My plot's still non-existent (but it's there in my head! really!), my main character has no personality and/or is schizophrenic, and I keep on switching the rules for my village.
Damn to you, Story. Just wait till December.
So, uh, yeah. I just finished a piece of bread that probably had more seeds in it than it did actual yeasty-floury-bread and stuff, and I'm just about to jab a straw into a yellow Five Alive juice box.
Because bread and juice =
↨▬§¶‼↕↕‼└►◄☼♫☺É♫♪♀♂◙◘•♠♣♦☼ ♥. That's it. ♥.
Well, not really, but it took so long to get that freaking heart by alt-codes that I'm just going to leave it there and not say a word.
Improv on Monday, le yay. Debate after that, drama after that, creative writing (conference?) on thursday, friday, and then weekend time again! Yes!
The heater, she calls to me.