According to my clock, it's been 5:58 for 5 poor minutes. AM. Well, technically, they were off two different clocks (one I set ahead so I get up a few minutes early and can sleep in using those few minutes, and the other is my laptop), but still. I thought it was an interesting fact for the early morning.

Next? Well, something surprising may be that I'm skipping the whole 8th grade. It'll certainly be fun--because it means I can go straight to high school next year. And the best is my smartness doesn't finish there--I'll be taking sophmore/junior classes WITH my now few freshmen classes. Also, with my special arrangment with that, and if I make it into dance team, I'll have an extra slot for Art or Journalism (still haven't decided which...). The sad thing is that I have, like, 6 core classes instead of a mere 4. 2 history, 1 science, 1 Language arts, and 2 Math (geometry and Algebra II). I'm doing good, aren't I?

Next piece of business...I finally got my laptop working, so I can finally reach my email and blog. Before I could get to like a single page, after waiting a while for it to load, but if I tried to go further it crashed. Hense, why it's been taking so long to post.

But as one flies in, another runs out. My phone also died the other day. Died died, like it won't turn on. We've yet to take it in, but we've tried everything. Stupid electronics...

~C~

Have you ever wondered...

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to win a prize from a famous author? Well, I'm feeling it. Sure, I only won a pair of earrings themed for Angela Corbett's books, but that's pretty darn cool. And it's certainly better than nothing. It's makes me feel like I'm one in a million, and they still picked ME.

...And of course that leads me to thinking about soulmates, and how out of the million other people out there, one person is gonna pick me. ME. The girl who sits on the couch all day tapping her long fingers lightly yet rhythmically against her laptop keyboard as she types beautiful writing and angry messages. The girl who might as well sit alone at lunch because she gets no pleasure with the group she hangs with, the girl who gets all A's in school, but somehow couldn't care less if you punched her in the nose. I mean, seriously?! Who's gonna go for a woman like that?

But, of course, against all odds, someone is gonna pick me, exactly for all those reasons I just named for someone to not like me. And I'll call him crazy as I reach for his hand and grasp his warmth for my own enjoyment, and watch as he smirks in amusement, and it'll all be perfect.

Short post. Enjoy!
C