Fighting the Current

the non-Buddhist kind of Nirvana

Put together what I got for my senior.

Just about one year left. Absolutely terrifying.

A friend said to me, "All of your teachers sound like such characters."
I replied, "It's all how you tell it.... Not that they aren't characters to begin with."

Rediscovered why exactly I never learned Nirvana's lyrics: Kurt Cobain mumbled even worse on the recordings than he does in my mental versions of the songs. In other news, it's hard to even mildly headbang at midnight with a migraine/sinus/whatever-the-hell-it-is headache (although it is somewhat dulled by Advil).

Anthropology course started tonight. Seems like it'll be a good one.

It cracked me up that the only piece missing from a friend's chess board was a black knight.

Elated about my Trig grade. 97.5 on the final exam; granted, I did have some help studying. B+ for the year.

English final, I got a 96 on. I'm not quite sure how that worked out, there is no way I only got four wrong. I'm not questioning. I don't care to figure out the mathematics of it (if there were any involved at all). In this case, ignorance is bliss. I'm happy with the grade and I know I'd feel guilty if I discovered that something was amiss to my eyes. She must have curved or something, because apparently everyone did well.

Wasn't very happy with the literary magazine this year though. It just wasn't as good as other years. (At least we cut out 90% of the poorly written poems about families being stereotypical Italians...) We'll see what happens next year.

Hungry again. I just ate an hour and a half ago. Popcorn and cookies. I need to find healthier snacks.

My eyes are shutting of their own accord. I think that's a signal for sleep.