June 3, 1998

"I have nothing to say, I am saying it, and that is poetry. -- John Cage

No, that isn't from Ally McBeal. It's ANOTHER John Cage. But I'm sorry to say I don't know who he is.

So...I couldn't stand physics today. I spent the first two hours writing a guess that number program on my calculator. I'm impressed with myself...it works. I tested it with numbers 1-100, but now I'm playing with 1-1000. I made a counter too, so you can tell how many moves it took to guess the number. Cool. I have to get the good games off Ann's calculator to figure out how they work. She has Pong and Duck Hunt, along with Drug Cartel. Cool games.

I've been racing around like crazy with school. My physics class is pretty easy so far, but it's four hours long so my brain is fried by the end of class, leaving few if any brains left for math which is an hour after.

I need more coffee. I ran out. If I'm not pumped with caffeine I remember how badly I need to visit the chiropractor. I think I'm addicted. To the coffee, not the chiropractor.

I think I hate school. Not surprising...I've spent 15 years of my life going to school. My brain is just about as full as it can get without a break. I DO NOT want to go to grad school. If I get a job and they want me to go, fine. But I will not go if I don't have to. I wanna see what the 'real world' is like...I'm almost there...just two more years.

I'm freezing in this classroom! I forgot my warm thing at home. I have Brian's Islander's jersey in the car...but I didn't think to bring it in until right now. Stupid. Maybe I should just get more coffee. It perked me up. Energy good. So what if my eye is twitching?

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