Leaves on the Car

Half days are such excellent things. I think I did pretty good on the English math test, but probably not that good on the SVT test. I think they have half days for the students to catch up on work, which I definitely need(ed) to do. It's another bleak, grey and foggy day. Which suits me just fine. I haven't been going outside hardly at all lately, which very much stinks. I mean, this is just ridiculous. Wake up early, go to school, rush home for lunch and back again, then rush home to do a few hours of HW; no time for nothing. But ok ok I've complained enough. 

I saw some leaves on this car out my window today, that for some reason triggered some nostalgia/homesickness/memories. Like suddenly I wasn't supposed to be here. Well, I could be here, but the real place was Ann Arbor.

I was going to write a poem. But after attempting to, decided it was too painful to read. To put it plainly, I'm not much of a poet at all. But I still like poetry. Even if I suck at it, it can still be fun for me. 

What else? I keep adding new blogs to the various lists, so be aware of that I s'pose. Blogcast this weekend probably. We called the girls hockey team in Meyrin and it turned out they practiced before the CERN team does. So we'll check that out tonight. They're sort of serious-ish, though. 

I got an awesome letter from a friend yesterday. She said people had like... actually... mentioned me I dunno. It was cool. I love letters. " *nudge nudge say no more* " ex dee

There's not enough of something. Too much of something? Not a balance? Not something at all? What the heck. But can I even complain? Does it make sense? It's just, see, this combination isn't working pour moi. I've decided (again) that I want to make a music video/slideshow. I've decided (again) that I prefer the old way, can live with the new way to a certain degree, but sense that I'm getting sick of it. Just... just... but I guess I'm not done, am I? 

What what what what. What? WHAT? 

(P.S.

This is (marching) college life for ya. Shame on them.)