h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Hmm. It seems that I write on my journal only when in fits of anger or depression. Never about some deep, psycological point I'm trying to make that has great hidden meanings. Oh well. I'm guess I'm just a shallow jerk.

Back to school, lalala. Bah. I miss Thanksgiving now. I espically don't like it when the first day back happens to be a "let's load Tracy down with a crapload of assignments!" day. It dosen't help any that I'm not sure what chapter we're on in Chemistry, and yet we suddenly have a test on it this wensday. I can't express to you how much I dislike that class in words. (that can keep this page clean, anyways) I signed up for Art, and now this half-braindead Sopohmore is forced to take a Junior-Senior class that involves using math, his worst skill. Oh well, I just hope I get more then 0...

I'm not even going to comment how bad I'm doing in Driver's Ed. I'll just leave it at the fact that Cars still rank as one of the only three things that scare me, (Cars, Heigths, and my neighborhood) and one of the only two ways you can torture me. (Driving, Hurting my Friends)

If anyone knows much about the Ideal Gas Law and it's variants (PV=NRT is one... I think?) and are willing to help out a struggling student before this wensday, please contact me and God bless your soul for helping me out. You don't know how much it's appericated.

This is just complete curousity... anyone familar with the term "Emulis"?...

I'm sleepy and it's late, though I still have more to angrily blather before I feel better. Maybe next time. ;P If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go snuggle under my blankets to escape the cold.

~Tracy, Eternally Confused