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Dec. 4th, 2003 06:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
htothehWow... I have no idea what's wrong with my update window, but it's being screwy. The top frame is insisting that it's too big, and that it needs scroll bars. I don't understand it.
Calculus today was interesting. Instead of a normal Ex-Day assignment (normal for Calc, that is), he had us do free writing for forty minutes. I didn't end up getting very deep at all; in four pages, I mentioned that my arm hurt four times, and that my fingers were cold twice. I managed not to stay on any topic for more than about six lines. It was all right, I guess, but after about half an hour I really wanted to stop. Because my arm hurt.
Skipped the newspaper meeting after school. Bad Hannah. Am rather glad I did, though, because I ended up going to Starbucks with Elena, Sam, Trevor, Chris, and Amy instead. It was a perfect day for Starbucks, too--rainy and cold. I'm rather fond of hot chocolate, peppermint or not. The idea of warming up on hot chocolate was rather foiled, though, by post-Starbucks activities. Not that I mind or anything.
I find it rather amusing that I still feel the need to self-edit, and am not entirely sure why. The person I would have been concerned about knowing anything that I would edit already does.
I don't know what I want to be different now. Part of me thinks that everything should change; part of me doesn't want anything to. I know I'm somewhere in the middle, but at the same time, I'm over at the side that wants things to stay the same. I think I'm allowed to be at least a little indecisive. My stomach is still inhabited by a few butterflies, and I'm still not entirely sure that it wasn't just a dream.
Calculus today was interesting. Instead of a normal Ex-Day assignment (normal for Calc, that is), he had us do free writing for forty minutes. I didn't end up getting very deep at all; in four pages, I mentioned that my arm hurt four times, and that my fingers were cold twice. I managed not to stay on any topic for more than about six lines. It was all right, I guess, but after about half an hour I really wanted to stop. Because my arm hurt.
Skipped the newspaper meeting after school. Bad Hannah. Am rather glad I did, though, because I ended up going to Starbucks with Elena, Sam, Trevor, Chris, and Amy instead. It was a perfect day for Starbucks, too--rainy and cold. I'm rather fond of hot chocolate, peppermint or not. The idea of warming up on hot chocolate was rather foiled, though, by post-Starbucks activities. Not that I mind or anything.
I find it rather amusing that I still feel the need to self-edit, and am not entirely sure why. The person I would have been concerned about knowing anything that I would edit already does.
I don't know what I want to be different now. Part of me thinks that everything should change; part of me doesn't want anything to. I know I'm somewhere in the middle, but at the same time, I'm over at the side that wants things to stay the same. I think I'm allowed to be at least a little indecisive. My stomach is still inhabited by a few butterflies, and I'm still not entirely sure that it wasn't just a dream.
