All this week I just needed to knuckle down and study, study, study. Well, I did--for the most part. However, in my short (or long) breaks, inspiration and invention toppled me with more insight than I could gather on the force of gravity. I managed to shove away most of that artistic energy and apply my self to my studies, but the result was thus: The tests were fine--I miracuously managed to pull a C in math and an A in English (I was actually predicting a B...but I did awesome on my final--a mini-research paper type of deal and Ms. Howell loves my writing, so I got marked down for technical stuff like incorrect formatting...anyhow, it was a sweet deal). The physics tests wasn't toooo bad--the first half was mega hard, second half, I thought, was super doable. So we'll see. And now, now that all that tormnent is OVER, I don't know what to do with myself. Had a slow afternoon (except for a bout a ten minute race around the block) and now I'm trying to make plans for tonight. But it's like...I sat down on the computer to work on stuff and after about five minutes of it I got bored and annoyed and put it all away. Creativity, I tell you, has absolutely no patience. Like any male, he just expects you to drop everything and tend to his needs. (don't take that too personal, fellas, it's just a generalization). Anyways, that's that. Carrie