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Mar. 25th, 2003 09:05 amI'm not feeling totally rational at the moment. Keep forgetting to put my buttons on my backpack. Bought a damn good calculus-related one, too.
"(integral from 10 to 13)2xdx?"
Yes. If you know calculus, integrate it. If you don't, or if you're not totally confident in your answer, see the cut text at the bottom.
Also... hmm, there was something else I was going to talk about. Something about AggieCon, I feel quite sure. Or my novel. Or both. I could start babbling again about the author who wants me to email him, but you know, I'm actually getting a little tired of bragging about that. I have moved from "elated" to "terrified." I don't want to tell him about my novel. It's a horrible novel. It sucks monkey testicles. No telling real people about the bad bad novel. Ugh... *whimpers*.
And, in other news, it's starting to look like there's no chance in hell I'll get to Wichita for prom. Current obstacles: something my band director apparently scheduled without telling us, Youth Sunday, boat-sailing day, and my mother, who disapproves of Greyhound buses for some reason.
My mom keeps waving SAT practice books in my face. Look, I'm taking the SAT in 2 weeks. There's no way in hell a practice book is going to change anything that fast, plus which, she's making me waste time on those that I could be spending writing or, like, eating Peeps or something. (My dad bought lots of Peeps for me as a welcome-home gift after AggieCon. I am spoiled.) Oh, and did I tell you about the drawing I bought at the art show? It's beautiful. Going to hang it over the computer, where it will sit and inspire stories. It's already produced several ideas. Good little picture.
Um, I think this entry is probably quite long enough now. Especially because I'm completely running out of anything to say. Still wondering what the button means? See below.
( the button says... )
"(integral from 10 to 13)2xdx?"
Yes. If you know calculus, integrate it. If you don't, or if you're not totally confident in your answer, see the cut text at the bottom.
Also... hmm, there was something else I was going to talk about. Something about AggieCon, I feel quite sure. Or my novel. Or both. I could start babbling again about the author who wants me to email him, but you know, I'm actually getting a little tired of bragging about that. I have moved from "elated" to "terrified." I don't want to tell him about my novel. It's a horrible novel. It sucks monkey testicles. No telling real people about the bad bad novel. Ugh... *whimpers*.
And, in other news, it's starting to look like there's no chance in hell I'll get to Wichita for prom. Current obstacles: something my band director apparently scheduled without telling us, Youth Sunday, boat-sailing day, and my mother, who disapproves of Greyhound buses for some reason.
My mom keeps waving SAT practice books in my face. Look, I'm taking the SAT in 2 weeks. There's no way in hell a practice book is going to change anything that fast, plus which, she's making me waste time on those that I could be spending writing or, like, eating Peeps or something. (My dad bought lots of Peeps for me as a welcome-home gift after AggieCon. I am spoiled.) Oh, and did I tell you about the drawing I bought at the art show? It's beautiful. Going to hang it over the computer, where it will sit and inspire stories. It's already produced several ideas. Good little picture.
Um, I think this entry is probably quite long enough now. Especially because I'm completely running out of anything to say. Still wondering what the button means? See below.
( the button says... )