Contrariwise: Flashback

Lindsay's first blog, containing entries from August 2002 through July 2006.



Sunday, March 09, 2003

 
::is annoyed:: IE is freaking out and won't open the window with the original version of this entry, so I have to rewrite it. The second version is never as good as the first. Let's see, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah.

I pulled out my physics again today, and actually worked out another problem. Yay for Level I problems. The rest is still mostly foreign. I feel sorry for Dr. J sometimes. It's not his fault we all got stuck in a class we didn't want to be in. He tries to be a good teacher. We're all just so apathetic towards it. I hate physics. It's just math with stuff that moves, and I don't even really like math. But I try. There's really nothing else I can do.

Went to Target today with Mom and the Rugrats. (Hey, that looks like "Lucius and the Death Eaters." Inside joke.) I got a new thingy to hold my files. Works pretty well. Yes, I have files. I'm a somewhat organized pack rat. I have everything from old reports and stories to last year's PSAT scores and "Everything I Need to Know About Life I Learned from Buffy the Vampire Slayer". (Which I should post sometime, come to think of it. Major quotage.) I saw the soundtrack to "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days" while I was there, and now I have Chantal something-or-other's "Feels Like Home" stuck in my head. Only, the version I know is from the Dawson's Creek Soundtrack, Vol. 1. (I have both volumes. I used to be a huge DC fan, but I got bored this season.)

I started my fanlistings page last night. At the moment, it sucks. I'm going to fix that, though. That'll give me a bunch of extra room in the sidebar, though. Maybe I do need a new layout. I just can't make them (this one's from BlogSkins.) I want different colors, though. Icy blues, maybe. Hmm. We shall see, we shall see.

Okay, retyping this entry took up any time I had left. Gotta head to bed now. I'm tired of rushing in the morning because I fell asleep after I snooze-buttoned the alarm. Ciao.


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