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napoleonherselfToday we had our first quiz in polisci class. I missed three of the ten very very easy questions. As of this moment, the very very very VERY best I can aspire to in that class -- if I get 100% on EVERYTHING ELSE I DO -- is a 96.5. To paraphrase BNL, first month of school and I'm already flailing. Depressing.
I gave my monologue. It went well. I didn't stutter, I didn't forget my lines, I managed to remember the southern accent after the first sentence or two. I didn't trip on the way up there or on the way back to my seat. The guy who usually sits next to me was absent today (or choosing to start sitting elsewhere, which is quite likely as nobody seems to like sitting near me for long), so I didn't have to worry about squeezing around him to get out from where I sit right next to the wall. Nice.
I just ate some meal-in-a-bag -- frozen veggies and sauce and stuff in a bag that you sauté it in the skillet and then it's ready to go. Now I'm grimly forcing down stomach cramps. Hate it when the very act of eating makes me feel ill. At least it doesn't make me genuinely ill anymore, though, huzzah for modern medicine. If it were up to me, I would gladly go the rest of my life without ever having to vomit again.
I should probably draw today's comic eventually. Yup. Probably should.
*plays EarthBound*
I gave my monologue. It went well. I didn't stutter, I didn't forget my lines, I managed to remember the southern accent after the first sentence or two. I didn't trip on the way up there or on the way back to my seat. The guy who usually sits next to me was absent today (or choosing to start sitting elsewhere, which is quite likely as nobody seems to like sitting near me for long), so I didn't have to worry about squeezing around him to get out from where I sit right next to the wall. Nice.
I just ate some meal-in-a-bag -- frozen veggies and sauce and stuff in a bag that you sauté it in the skillet and then it's ready to go. Now I'm grimly forcing down stomach cramps. Hate it when the very act of eating makes me feel ill. At least it doesn't make me genuinely ill anymore, though, huzzah for modern medicine. If it were up to me, I would gladly go the rest of my life without ever having to vomit again.
I should probably draw today's comic eventually. Yup. Probably should.
*plays EarthBound*
