Apres l'ecole, je suis alle a l'office de ma seur. barbont. J'ai voudrais morir! Alors. Apres ca, je vais alle Fry's. Pas le softball aujourd'hui. Il est chaude. Demain, je vais aller a l'ecole a 11:00! Merci, AIMS! Et mercredi est un half. C'est chuette! Eu...j'ai parl avec Adam un peut. Je ne sais pas qu'est-ce que fais. >< D'accord, fini. Anyway, yeah, fields were flooded today so no le sport. Oops. Right, we're done with the french... I've officially decided that I hate the scifi I was working on. Whatever ideas I had for it, I eventually lost in the writing process, and now I just hate the whole damn thing for being cliche and stupid. BUT, I'm going to push myself to open up a short stories collection. I've The Tree House collection of children's stories, but I'm working on a more mature and...eh...semi-morbid collection. I'm thinking of calling it Miasma for the name of the first story I intend to write for it. Just need to think up the kinks. Going to star a man named Roger Goodfellow. Anyway, I got some lofty ideas at work and I'll try to get them all down in the near future. I'm just mad that I wasted all that time writing 70 pages of that story. Oh well. No writing is a waste of time, really. Speaking of which, I have to take the friggin writing portion of the AIMS on Thursday. I got a letter in the mail saying I did not exceed in that area. Can you flippin believe that? Me, not exceed, on the WRITING portion. I had a fit. Graduating in 05, I don't have to pass the AIMS (and anyway, I already passed it, just didn't exceed it) but it looks better for the school if I exceed it and mom says that it will also look better for me since that's the area I'm best at. Friggin AIMS. Curse you! Wait, no, you're letting me sleep in tomorrow...I take it back. Yeah, that's it. I won't be poetic or expressive today. oooo...I feel a shudder of creative juices...'scuse me while I take advantage...~.^ Carrie