Whine whine whine.

My god, the fic JACKPOT is being. First, last night, the first two sections of lara's fic rocked. Then, today, I found a new sweetsouthernbell fic on ff.n.

Sweetsouthernbell writes what I like to think of as the equivalent of Gossip Girls- a completely shameful thing to read, but goddamn if I don't wait avidly for every update. And Sweetsouthernbell fills the need for absolutely delightful gobs of SyVa, so it's all good.

Today was fun- Chang and Sam presented in Drama, and for the game at the end, my team totally won BY ACCIDENT. Not that our team didn't rock- it was Galvez, Venessa Figueroa, Javier, Marcos, Gabi, Diana and me- but we weren't trying at all and Sam and Chang were biased towards Carol's team- but we won! Yay!

In Campi's class, she gave us examples of past IB math essay thingers. I am absolutely DOOMED. These kids had pages and pages of highly sophisticated math.

In Khausinau's class we started IB orals, and he said I probably go until next Tuesday or Thursday. This rocks so much ass I can't even tell you. Patricia got a perfect score, and Michelle Blanco got a 29, so I'm pretty confident I can do well- but I don't want to do it! Woe is me and my procrastination.

Mel's going to the Fair tonight and I haven't gone and it ends this week. If I don't go, it'll be TWO YEARS since I've been on any fair rides of any kind. That is not only disgusting, it's pathetic.

Regina called last week's episode 'La Mujer Nadia.' Totally appropriate. I have to lend my tape to Patricia, who was in Peru last week and missed it. What is with everyone and Peru?

And I need to
- read and do Chem packets
- start IB oral preparation
- EXTENDED ESSAY! Sooner or later it must get written!
- Nack ficathon. Doomed.

(no subject)

So, I'm stuck staying up until Mel gets home from the fair, which is... whenever... so I'm eating Easter candy and reading really, really amusing things.

That, and while reading my chem packets on human biochemistry and Medicines and Drugs, it's all being read in my head in Dana's voice, which is alternately cool and frightening.

Random things often bring people to mind. I am curious as to what makes you think of me. Not something obvious, like . . . lots of stuff, (like, Madi things. Think haaaaard.)but what little things do you associate with me? List as many or as few as you want.

 

( And, a poem. )