I've spent all day working on stuff for school. After I got dressed, I did my trig homework, then World History, a worksheet for Avondet, and some work on my papers.
This English paper sucks. Really. I was trying to work on it today, but I can't seem to analyze the Usher stories properly. And I had a horrible time trying to focus today. I'd write a phrase or two, then think some more, and then my mind would wander, and my train of thought would run off the track completely. I made very little progress. I understand now what Mrs. Anderson meant about forming our own opinions
before we researched the "pronouncement of the experts". I try to come to my own conclusions about style and whatnot, but they're always biased toward the notes I took at the library last week. It's as though they said something, I read it, and I agreed, without thinking myself. Not good. This won't be an easy paper to write. Ms. Anderson said she'd give us 10% extra credit for turning it in on Friday, which rocks, but I don't think I'm going to be finished by then. (It's not due until a week from Tuesday.)
On the not-so-gloomy side, I am basically finished with my history paper. I call it "A War Without Combat: The History of the Cold War". Capati gave our outlines back yesterday; I got full credit and a note to "expand" Phase One. I just sort of added more detail to the outline. The paper is pretty detailed in itself: seven and three-quarters pages of text, double-spaced. I should go through and edit it, but with my new concentration issues, that could take hours. Otherwise, I'm good.
I got a pleasant surprise this morning. I was just talking to Greg yesterday about how much I love TV Land, 'cause 60's sitcoms rock, and what should I find but a
Bewitched marathon. All Samantha, all weekend. W00t! I've seen at least six episodes today. There's something about 60's sitcoms, you know? No drama, no swearing, zero sex, not even a toilet. It reminded me of a VH1 special I saw last night about censorship on tv. It's amazing how far television has come. Think of
I Love Lucy: Lucy and Ricky slept in separate beds, but Lucy somehow managed to get pregnant. And then
Three's Company: Jack only got to live with Chrissy and what's-her-name because he pretended he was gay. Smoking and drinking and even violence were acceptable on tv, but sex was not. Then you look at today. Teen sex, the first teen gay male kiss (
Dawson's Creek, back when I still watched), swearing galore, and prominent homosexual characters. I love
Will and Grace, even though I almost never get to watch it. Sometimes, the reality of tv is refreshing and nice to identify with, but I still love
The Brady Bunch,
I Dream of Jeannie, and
Gilligan's Island. TV Land rocks.
I've been cleaning out old magazines for the past couple of days. When you realize you've got a year's worth of
CosmoGirl! in your magazine rack, you know it's time to clean. I go through them all and rip out the articles I want to keep. Then I shove the remnants underneath my bed. The stack's pretty big now, but I can't think of anything to do with them. I used to keep them around for collages and such, but we never do those in class anymore. I wonder if the art department could use them. If not, into the recycling bin they go... if I can find it and figure out what day our pickup is.
Had an interesting convo on AIM with Gonzo (aka Thomas) last night. Boys can be so thick sometimes. Also, working on a slightly different layout. I still love my Fearless banner, but I want to add some stuff. I'll see if I can come up with anything halfway decent-looking. If you see minor changes, that means I tried something and it worked, and I may or may not be doing a happy dance at that moment.
