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l'oui10:01 p.m. - 2002-02-07
Still have things to do, and that science project simply isn't happening before Monday. It shouldn't be too hard to fight the science prof on this one. I hope. After spending a tedious time typing an evasive nonscientific summary and an even more tedious time on the phone, tracking down group members, information, schedules, and random people who provided me with the phone numbers of other random people, I consider myself accomplished. See, Pritt wouldn't talk to St. Bride #2, Katie had me call Pritt, Keene's line was busy, Jocelyn wasn't in, Fleur was out, then in, then on call waiting, and then tossed me the numbers of a couple people she thought might have a few other people's numbers, she-who-shares-my-surname tossed me the group leader's number, Crow offered her condolences, les amants were nowhere to be found, and I was strongly reminded of Jessie during lunch, which is beside the point, which I haven't got. And there's still math to be done, showers to be taken, money to be gathered, Tanith Lee to be read (not required, that, but I feel terrible about leaving Desmoulins hanging) and sanity to be sought. Because I really oughtn't be writing about what I should do. I should, I think, maybe actually try to do it... A novel concept.My catch school accepted me. That's a good sign, I think (but don't dare think ahead). I've no idea what I'd have done if even that place rejected me. According to Lisha, Jessie applied there early and got in. Brandon, naturally, is trailing there after her. All the more reason to hope for acceptance elsewhere, though it is nice to know, every now and then, that I'm not the most trodden-on doormat on the porch. Right. So. Cubed roots, radicals (Desmoulins, I'll be back soon, I promise), polynomials, functions, the whole merry (you too, Mr. Brandybuck) crew. Again. As if I haven't known the things inside out since about eighth grade. You'd think, for all its redundancy, and for all the times I've been jammed in classes revolving around it, I'd be wonderful at algebra. Hmph. And now to actually Do Work. Adieu.
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