I just can't help it. Every time I want to procrastinate on my essay, I head directly to scribble (how many times have I done that today...well okay twice today...twice yesterday). I have no doubt that I was totally abnormal when I was young. Truly, what insane child would spend hours inside writing?
Then again, I never wrote about my thoughts just about my direct perceptions of the cruel cruel world.

In an attempt to help my essay, I went to Ask Jeeves to see if they would answer my essay question--Race has played a critical role in the process of 'acceptance by new worlds and ways of life. Describe, using two or more examples from class, how race has shaped the lives of different peples in the United States. (BTW, I never knew there was such a word as peoples. Is Professor Robinson trying to be as British as she really is?!). Of course, being the redundant little search engine Ask Jeeves is, it spit back out more questions to wreck my mind.
What does the art term shape mean?
Figure that one for yourself!!!
Then I got some urls back...ranging from "monocot-dicots: different shapes" to "Snacks is salty Biscuit round in shape". It's that key word, shape

Back to the drawing board. I think I should actually try to apply myself this time around.

Sigh I spent so much time on the first question though which way too simple. I discovered that we had a review presentation on the exact question and a group had provided the class with an outline. Whoops. Ouch. Wasted approximately three hours doing work I shouldn't have. Actually I didn't even get that much work done.

Oh anxiety. It was funny though how Alan's mother talked to me for thirty seconds. Actually could I even call that a conversation at all when she was passively listening and me actively speaking. Hmmm...ironically that the passive speaker reminds me of...me.
Then again, I am rarely passive in a two person context. Just in those scary classroom contexts.

It sprinkled a lot today. I stood outside the gate for a nearly five minutes when it wouldn't open. Rust. Sigh. And I was carrying Hien's xmas present. A ceramic statue. Very cool although quite frankly, I don't know where I would put it. I feel kind of bad though. I easily expressed my total appreciation and gratitude by smiling and hugging it (yes hugging something like that) although I know for a fact that I would be putting that away in my closet. No delicate items for me!!! Can you say klutz?

I wore a new turtleneck black psuedo-sweater. Hmm...yes was sorta freezing. But I felt like my sister when she was wearing her weird turtleneck sweater trying to look elegant. Me elegant? I don't think so!!!