I have no Deutschklass today, so I'm going to write a blog. Funness.

I'm sitting next to FriendBecca in the library. She's telling me things about Ancient Rome. If I were in ancient Rome, I'd probably be pregnant and weaving right now. My husband would be about six years older than me and chosen by my father. That is if I didn't get killed as a baby because I'm a girl. Pregnant. Blargh.

I'm going to my best friend's play tonight. It's called "The Lottery" and she's in a pretty dress. Tomorrow I'm going to go listen to Apollo et al at the University's recreational place. That is if me Mum says I can. I think she will. She seems to think he's an all right person. Little does she know... :)

Currently, the teachers of the Freshmen Block have decided to make us all do an "Interdisciplinary Unit." What this translates to in the Common Tongue is "We hate you and want you to suffer brain hemorages and die so we're going to torture you with random nonexistant countries." Basically, we get a country and write five hundred or so papers on it while finding halfway decent pictures. This is to be done in a period of two weeks in which we attempt to stop premature balding caused by ripping out one's hair. I pity the upperclassmen. Rumour has it their project was loads worse than ours.

I think I have carpotunal. Everytime I write or type, my arm starts hurting. You know that area between the elbow and the wrist? Yeah, it starts aching. This isn't good because I'm constantly writing some sort of crap and I don't want to stop. Grr.

Okay, I'm running out of random ideas and this is pretty long. I'm gonna rocket. Doves!