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Dec. 11th, 2002 07:37 pmDONE WITH THE FINALS OF DOOM. Yes. I am happy.
I got my sister's present, which isn't nearly cool enough for her, but hey, she needs to be dorkier. (I got her the kick-ass DJ earphones. One of these days, in her search for her niche, she is bound to get to whatever group's doing the spinning, and she will be all set. And, in the meantime, she can actually listen to her music. Right now her earphones are broken.) Then I need to find her music, I'm thinking that I'll just raid my room mate's mp3 stash. She has thirteen thousand. No, seriously.
I got a picture frame for someone. Now I need to make something to go in it. Making presents is the best. Presents! Whee! Yes. I have some brilliant things in the works, but you can not know them! Muah.
I got a book of a haiku correspondences, and this is the greatest idea ever. You write a quick three line poem on a post card and send it off. I have never written poetry, but for this, I will begin.
Lastly, my twelve page formal lab report of doom with three pages of hand calculations, has been lost. I have to reeeeeedooooo them and I am not pleased. Blearg. This is what I will be doing tomorrow.
But. Whee. Done with school! Art. Yes. Life is good.
I got my sister's present, which isn't nearly cool enough for her, but hey, she needs to be dorkier. (I got her the kick-ass DJ earphones. One of these days, in her search for her niche, she is bound to get to whatever group's doing the spinning, and she will be all set. And, in the meantime, she can actually listen to her music. Right now her earphones are broken.) Then I need to find her music, I'm thinking that I'll just raid my room mate's mp3 stash. She has thirteen thousand. No, seriously.
I got a picture frame for someone. Now I need to make something to go in it. Making presents is the best. Presents! Whee! Yes. I have some brilliant things in the works, but you can not know them! Muah.
I got a book of a haiku correspondences, and this is the greatest idea ever. You write a quick three line poem on a post card and send it off. I have never written poetry, but for this, I will begin.
Lastly, my twelve page formal lab report of doom with three pages of hand calculations, has been lost. I have to reeeeeedooooo them and I am not pleased. Blearg. This is what I will be doing tomorrow.
But. Whee. Done with school! Art. Yes. Life is good.
