Okay, so I have an unexpected full lunch block because my block 3 class was cancelled. I thought I might have a meeting with my Latin teacher, but I couldn't find him -- so much for that. I'm sitting here in the school computer lab feeling strangely like I should be doing something, because I so rarely have full lunches this year that it just feels bizarre not to be rushing from place to place frantically. I feel like if I don't get up and away from this computer right now I'm in dire danger of a cut slip. Yes, I'm pathetic.
I should probably go do some homework, maybe work on my college app essay (read: start essay) or my astronomy project, or the promotional signs for the lit magazine. Am I going to? No. I'm going to go sit outside the room for my next block class, I think, and read this fantasy novel that I'm a hundred-some pages into and still encounter sentences where I realize I don't understand a word. Because I just don't have any better ideas that I'm willing to put the effort into doing. Ah, well.
I should probably go do some homework, maybe work on my college app essay (read: start essay) or my astronomy project, or the promotional signs for the lit magazine. Am I going to? No. I'm going to go sit outside the room for my next block class, I think, and read this fantasy novel that I'm a hundred-some pages into and still encounter sentences where I realize I don't understand a word. Because I just don't have any better ideas that I'm willing to put the effort into doing. Ah, well.