Feeling: Tired
Listening to: Some rap song on the radio
Tasting: French toast (which my sister and I made by ourselves...)


I'm really tired. I mean, really, really tired. Incredibly tired. So tired, in fact, that this is the only topic I am capable of writing about. It's kind of sad... but Stuy students definitely don't get any sleep at all. Ever. I mean, you hear "I slept for five hours last night!" and you think "So much? Wow. Lucky!"

I mean, seriously. Five hours is the average amount of sleep people get in my school. It's crazy. It really is.

And now I got interrupted by a phone call and lost all motivation to write, so I'm just going to go back to my homework now. American history... if I had time for it, I think it would be interesting. But considering the fact that I haven't done the past four homeworks and I have another one due tomorrow-- and that in order to understand what I'm reading in today's homework, I have to read the previous stuff I haven't read-- this should be fun!

I'm done with math homework, though. There were two problems I couldn't figure out how to do, but this is the first multivariable homework that I've actually attempted to finish in a while. So yay for me!

Now all I've got is a psych. outline, my history homework, revising my English essay, and doing my computer programming project, which is my hardest and therefore left to the end when I won't be able to think at all.

Don't I do things logically?

Speaking of which--

I was watching As Good as it Gets on Saturday-- and if you haven't watched it, you absolutely must because it's a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful movie-- and there was this great phrase in it.

This guy, the main character, he's a writer. He writes romance novels, and he's pretty famous. He's also a really mean guy.

So this woman that he sees in this office starts telling him what a great fan she is and wants to know how he "writes women so well".

So he looks at her, and he answers the following: "I look at a man. And then I take away reason and accountability."

I'm a girl. I should be offended by this comment. But it's just so wonderful, and so perfectly phrased that I just love it. Isn't it great?

Again, though, I have strange taste and like random things, so I'm sure I'm getting one of those looks I often get. You know the type that say She doesn't look like a very safe person to be around. Smile and nod... smile and nod... then round the corner and quickly run away.

Yeah, that's the one.

Well, so much for going back to my homework... I really do have to do that now, so I'm going to have to come back later at some point.

Thanks for reading!

Natalie