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You know? No, I don't know.
Nov. 3rd, 2002 11:46 pmI actually watched Angel. I don't know what that means. I think I’ve figured out why I don’t watch the show. I like Wesley/Lilah (Can’t those crazy kids work it out?) and strangely enough, I’m not annoyed by Fred/Gunn (I think they’re cute). And Conner/Cordy… so wrong, so right. Lorne is inoffensive. I wonder who’s left…
Anyways.
“Her feet get cold”
“I know. She’s always stealing the covers.” Hee. ::sigh::
Aww… a kiss. No cordy, second thoughts are bad. Live in the moment.
No! Stay with Conner! Stay away from the goofy-nonbroody-lame-ass-boring-unvampire!
And dude, Gunn, why'd you have to stomp all over Fred's revenge like that? Sure, steal all the glory.
Ew: "Were we in love?”
I like having Buffy come on after Angel. It's like washing all that Cordy/Angel crap out of my head. And I love Living Conditions. 'Cuz it's the funnest.
***
I’m actually at home. I fit back in so well. Okay, so a month away isn't exactly long, but still. It’s weird. I think my parents were more homesick than I was. I relaxed most of the weekend. Went shopping (cooking supplies, a mini rice cooker which doesn't live up to its potential but is still cool nonetheless) Maybe not the best since I do have rough draft of an essay and a midterm due/on Wednesday. Man, I’m going to be so busy the next two days.
I got my essay back. Our first assigned essay. I got a 3.0. Not bad although I’m told the average was 3.2. Still, I’m satisfied. As long as I pass the class I’ll be happy.
I can’t believe the quarter is almost done. Well, 4-5 weeks left, but we’re already getting mail about registration. (And I’m in the frickin’ last group to register. Damn the last number of my student number being 5 or higher.) I still don’t know what classes I’m going to take. French is a possibility. But ouch, French. I still remember a lot of it, but writing essays? So not prepared for that. We mostly did workbook type stuff in French. And in the last year, I read stuff out of a French reader (though, oops, I never did turn in those questions) but that was as advanced as I got. I just don’t think I’m prepared for the level of work involved in that French class.
I'm trying to work on my philosophy paper now. Ouch, my brain hurts. We're supposed to argue the claim that machines can or cannot think which involves reading a lot of longwinded people. And I'm tired. I have to get up at 5:30 to leave for UW. And then I have to work. Then class. Then homework. Then whining. Oh, wait, I'm doing that now. At least I got it over with. Then it'll be over (ha!)
Anyways.
“Her feet get cold”
“I know. She’s always stealing the covers.” Hee. ::sigh::
Aww… a kiss. No cordy, second thoughts are bad. Live in the moment.
No! Stay with Conner! Stay away from the goofy-nonbroody-lame-ass-boring-unvampire!
And dude, Gunn, why'd you have to stomp all over Fred's revenge like that? Sure, steal all the glory.
Ew: "Were we in love?”
I like having Buffy come on after Angel. It's like washing all that Cordy/Angel crap out of my head. And I love Living Conditions. 'Cuz it's the funnest.
***
I’m actually at home. I fit back in so well. Okay, so a month away isn't exactly long, but still. It’s weird. I think my parents were more homesick than I was. I relaxed most of the weekend. Went shopping (cooking supplies, a mini rice cooker which doesn't live up to its potential but is still cool nonetheless) Maybe not the best since I do have rough draft of an essay and a midterm due/on Wednesday. Man, I’m going to be so busy the next two days.
I got my essay back. Our first assigned essay. I got a 3.0. Not bad although I’m told the average was 3.2. Still, I’m satisfied. As long as I pass the class I’ll be happy.
I can’t believe the quarter is almost done. Well, 4-5 weeks left, but we’re already getting mail about registration. (And I’m in the frickin’ last group to register. Damn the last number of my student number being 5 or higher.) I still don’t know what classes I’m going to take. French is a possibility. But ouch, French. I still remember a lot of it, but writing essays? So not prepared for that. We mostly did workbook type stuff in French. And in the last year, I read stuff out of a French reader (though, oops, I never did turn in those questions) but that was as advanced as I got. I just don’t think I’m prepared for the level of work involved in that French class.
I'm trying to work on my philosophy paper now. Ouch, my brain hurts. We're supposed to argue the claim that machines can or cannot think which involves reading a lot of longwinded people. And I'm tired. I have to get up at 5:30 to leave for UW. And then I have to work. Then class. Then homework. Then whining. Oh, wait, I'm doing that now. At least I got it over with. Then it'll be over (ha!)
