[This is actually yesterday's entry, but Blogger wasn't working right, so I'll post it today. No time to blog now. More soon.]
::skids into blog:: ::realizes she's imitating Greg:: ::is somewhat frightened::
At the moment, I am trying to figure out my Physics homework (note: not to
understand it, just to get the right answers), start one of my essays for English, and IM Greg, Mark, and Paul -- all at the same time. Such is the beauty of multi-tasking and fast typing. I think I have an idea for my essay now. It's not as good as the HP-themed one Megan (or was it Stephanie -- sorry, guys!) came up with on the bus the other morning. I won't say what it was, cause it's weird that
I didn't think of it first. I compare
everything to books. It's what I do -- I'm the Library of Lindsay.
My dad is TDY in Texas this week. Not good. It's not as bad as that time he went away for six weeks, but still. He's essential to our family... harmony. You know what I mean? He picks me up from It's Academic when he's not working, he unloads the dishwasher, sometimes he does my laundry for me, he falls asleep in his recliner watching sports... typical Dad stuff. And when he's gone, my mom is always more stressed out than usual, which means she'll take it out on us, which is
very not good. We'll survive, but it won't be pretty.
Mr. T. was out today. Some unexplained emergency (at least, I assume so, cause I heard he didn't even leave sub work). Also not good, because It's Ac. was supposed to meet today. We could use some more practice before Saturday. Bleh. I am
so not looking forward to that. Being in front of people makes me nervous and shaky and I sweat more than usual, which is not fun. And then there's the fear that I'll blank, which is
beyond not good. This is also squashing (well, not quite
squashing... maybe smudging?) my hopes for competing on Jeopardy. Been practicing for years. No one ever wants to watch with me, cause I answer so fast. All these years of reading have made my mind and eyes much quicker than the rest of my family's. What can I say? C'est moi.
