Get this song out of my head!

My dad and Lisa and I went to Chinatown for Chinese New Year celebrations on Sunday.  There are pictures and video (w00t high tech) but they're all on my dad's computer so I'll go into more detail about that later.

I decided to celebrate Mardi Gras by skipping school.  Later I found out that the water main on campus had broken and the website said that the school was closed, so I thought I was scott free with the skipping school consquences.  But in school on Thursday I found out that the school closed after all my classes, so I was still marked absent and my work was still considered late.  No luck for me.

I'll have to meet up with a bunch of councilors soon about furture semesters and tranferring and for some reason it's really making me nervous.  Maybe because I have no idea what I want to do.  I still can't decide on a major or a possible career.  They probably hear that all the time from students but I still think I'm going to make a fool of myself.  

DId anyone else notice that today the sky and the ground were the same color?  The whole world was grey.  I saw some places that actually looked like black and white photographs.

Just around the river bend.

I am so pissed off at my soc teacher.  We got back a take home test today and I failed it.  But half the answers he marked wrong, I swear they must be right.  If they're not he has a lot of explaining to do.  I'm going to talk to him about it Thursday and most of the test was straight out of the textbook so I'll have that to back me up.  But even if he fizes his mistakes and corrects my grade I'll still be pissed at him for marking them wrong in the first place.  I mean, there's 7 or 8 questions that I think are right.  I understand making a mistake while marking papers, but that many times?  No.  He probably does it so he can seem the like "tough" teacher.  Gah, I hate this.  

But I got an A on my piano test so, w00t.

At work there's a cop who brings his uniforms in for drycleaning and on yesterday I found the key to some handcuffs in his pocket.  I put it in a lost and found bag for him, but I think it was a really cool thing to find.

Thursday I have a paper due on Mrs. Dalloway by Viginia Woolf.   I have to analyze the character Peter Walsh and explain how he creates his own reality.  I'm sick of this novel.  Instead of the assaigned paper, I'm tempted to write a fanfic about the charaters and turn that in.  Peter and Clarissa would confess their love for each other and run off to live in Spain together.  Possibly with a graphic sex scene.  Then Richard would come after them to claim back his wife, but then he and Peter would fall in love and run away to live in Germany together.  Possibly with a graphic gay sex scene.  Yes, Peter's reality in the book is just repressed homosexuality.  All the pining after Clarissa is just a front for his secret, passionate love for Richard.  Okay maybe I won't write that.  But I really don't want to do this paper.