whaaa?

Bweh... dossier = icky.

Meh, I was so gonna call nikki, and it just... didn't happen. I wanna hang out over the weekend! Dangit!

My head itches.

I think it's time that I give up on my dossier and just go to bed. Is it a lost cause? Hmph. It's my own damn fault.

I'll have to read Cyrano over the weekend. I'm looking forward to it. That and finishing Gattaca, which I watched last night in lieu of doing math homework.

I'm now officially a finalist. Chaffin isn't. I kind of winced internally as Brown bragged that 9 of the 10 made it as finalists. It's kind of dumb, though. I don't know.

Josh asked me about it in pottery. It was kind of fun actually. Then, of course, he chastised me for wanting to go to Boulder, and not MIT or Caltech. Bweh. I'm saving those for graduate school. Kind of bad to spend a bunch of money before I know for sure what my major is, anyway, don't you think? Or not. Oh, whatever.

Hooray for mooching rides home. Mom was really happy. Much love for Sarah.

That is all.