an emailed to myself entry

It is once again 13-14, yet this time I find myself in a rather more comfortable air-conditioned computer lab. Thus, instead of writing out an entry by hand *blech*, I’m typing myself an email? *shrugs* Whatever it takes. As long as I’m writing… and preferably typing. Of course, I suppose I COULD just somehow log in and go for it, but that’s really not all that safe, now is it. Watch, it’s probably blocked anyway. Grrr to surf watch.

So I’m wondering if html works in my mail server? Probably not, so it’ll hopefully show up written out when I email it to myself. Otherwise there’s just no point in using it at all.

This is me feeling useless. And slightly bored, but it’s better than the student center.

Thank goodness it’s Friday. How cliche is that? It’s exactly how I feel, though, and therefore I have decided to consciously excercise my right to freedom of speech and say something that… well, uncreative. I’ve once again decided I can’t handle school. Except this time it’s sort of the opposite of last year. Junior year I was swamped in work for classes, but lived for marching band. This year I love my classes, am learning something, have very little homework, and detest marching band. 180 degrees? What? King Pellinore? (Is that getting old do you think? Nah, I didn’t think so either. But anyway…) It’s horrible. Hot, sweaty, muggy, humid, frustrating, annoying, despiseable… I’m complaining again. I swear it’s all band.

Speaking of despiseable… yeah that’s me. Sure is. Meg knows what I refer to… and probably all of my sister for that matter. Ehh… I think I’m onto either 12 or 13. I’m trying to remember if… oh yes indeed.

Definitely 13. I went from 1 to 13 in 15 days. from 4 to 13 in 5 days. HAH… wow. Yeah despiseable. But I have been good lately in my entries… you have to give me that.

Let me never become a Nutter. I pray.

If Shaun were to look over my shoulder and start reading this, one of two thoughts would go through his head. There’s the entire What in the WORLD is she talking about? scenario, and also the… Wow. scenario, which, knowing Shaun, is more likely. Babbling… Shaun is talking to himself, and now we’re sort of babbling…

Did I mention my camp pics are finally up on my website? *jumps for joy* Yay! The bad news for YOU is that you can only see my photograhy website, and never my real pictures site. Well, some of you have… but we’ll not get into that. By the way, speaking of “you”‘s… JAKE dear, where in the world ARE you? I’m rather concerned about you. Dustin (HHH, not Mmmhhh) I’ve come to live with… his once a month entry. But JAKE. Ahhh… I cannot handle that.

I’m doubting this is going to fit into one entry. Which is fine, because that means I just used my time efficiently in order to write TWO rather lengthy and rather pointless entries, as I so often do. Although this can’t be used for English, I have a feeling. It’s not quite… free writing enough. Du verstehst? Ja, und so… Ich werde

~swept away in the Klimaanlage~

sein.

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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