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Apparently not so meaty. When I threw myself on Mom's mercy last night, she thought that I did something to the car, so when I told her that it was, in fact, American Idol that went wrong, she was okay with it. Or at least, not homicidal.

Slow day today. Minimal work, the opportunity to be a guinea pig for the Psychology class during 5th period (no French! Wooo!), and a trip to Starbucks. Vanilla Creme frappacino... pound cake... yum.

The only bad bit was that I walked, so naturally my blister thought it would be a good time to start leaking. Stupid blister.

But yeah. Successful editing of essay, half an hour left of American Idol, and me in bed before 11 tonight. Hopefully. I shall be disgustingly well-rested.

I'll need it to deal with the evil daemons of ignorance tomorrow morning in Publishing. I could just do the webpage by myself, but no, we must share the work out among everyone, when I am the only one in the class who knows anything about HTML.

It's truly painful.

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Reuben won! Yay for Reuben!

Doesn't matter much, since they'll both get albums and stuff, but yay for Reuben anyhow.



I realized when I was kicking the cats out of the upstairs (NOT literally) that we have a soprano kitty and an alto kitty. Jen is the soprano, Princess is the alto. It's rather quite amusing. Or at least I find it to be so at 10:00.