Everyone seems to be in a post-semi bad mood today. Michelle put it best... the "Aftermath of Semi". It could be the lack of sleep, the fact that semi sucked, or anything else. I left the afterparty at 2 with Dickie and Dan, an hour early, then I slept until 1, so it's probably not the lack of sleep for me. I hope everyone feels better. Anyway, school tommorow does not sound good right now. I have pretty much an entire research paper to do, while everyone else just has to think about their outline. That's what I get for slacking off. I have too much of an "I'll do it later" attitude a lot of the time. And then I never do it. I'm even sitting here with my coat on my lap, after sewing the hole in one pocket, wondering whether or not I should save the hole in the other pocket for some other time. I was supposed to call Ruth Pelham today for a phone interview for my research report, but I never got around to it, and now it's too late. Maybe I'll just email her instead. I did, however, design a poster for 1984 for Mr Messineo. And he'll like it. He'll like it because I didn't use a lot of color, and we know how he feels about color... The funniest part of the afterparty by far is when Dom used the F word twice in the Swanson house. Haha... not just that, but the context... Dom: "Hey Alex, say something!" Alex: "What?" Dom: "Say something! Say something!" (Dom runs up the stairs holding a huge seashell)"YOU CAN'T SAY NOTHING I HAVE THE EFFING CONCH!" Pardon my not-swearing. It would probably be funnier prior to my censorship, but it was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. I played DDR maybe a little too much last night, but I love it even more now. I wish I could find my disk. But then again, it's a good thing I didn't, or I wouldn't have done any homework. Just about every force in the universe is trying to stop me from joining track... the running shoes I bought are too small, a lot of my friends are trying to discourage me because they're afraid I'll hurt myself or something, and everytime I go out to run, I end up taking a leisure walk. There's that lack of willpower thing again. Maybe I should quit before I start. I'm way behind everyone else anyway, and my exercise-induced asthma will indefinitely hold me further back. Sucks to my ass-mar. I don't care what anyone says; Lord of the Flies is one of the best books ever written.