Meg Dowell Writes

Whoever invented blueberry muffins deserves a prize. There are muffin crumbs on my trig book….now I don’t want to do my math homework! But I will anyway, you know, because there’s nothing worse than waiting until the last possible hours to do all of your homework. This situation is especially horrid when you’ve waited to start a paper until the night before it’s due. But I don’t know how that feels. I’m a good student. Mostly.

Okay, I admit it–I’m feeling guilty for not posting yesterday (I know you were crushed). But you must forgive me. It was Friday, I was tired, and I wanted to watch The Lion King. Of course, that didn’t happen, but I still had my desires. And now it’s 7:45 in the morning and I’m doing my homework. That’s kind of pathetic, if you think about it. I was even planning on doing it when I got home yesterday, even though I got sidetracked. Have you ever heard of any high school student doing their homework on a Friday night/Saturday morning? Probably not. That means I’m special. And single. But the latter really has nothing to do with it.

It’s been nice not having to carry around that huge journal in my still-broken giraffe print bag. I have this really little one now.  I’m not even kidding when I say “really little.” It’s 6 inches by 7.5 inches. (Yes, I measured it.) I’m guessing it has around 150 pages. I’m guessing it’ll be filled and put away in a few weeks, if not less. But no worries! I have another one. And possibly even another one. And Easter is coming up before we know it. So then I’ll have another one. And maybe even ANOTHER one. It’s always good to have extras, just in case you go on a journaling frenzy, which I do about every day.

In Spanish class we’re reading a story about a girl who eats dirt when she’s nervous. Come la tierra cuando esta nerviosa. It’s a really strange story about insomnia. Actually I think it’s part of a book, by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, maybe? It’s a really long snippet of a story. We’re cutting it into even smaller snippets. This weekend I only have to read up to line 35, which I really don’t want to do but will anyway; because, after all, I’m a good student, remember? Maybe if I keep telling myself that it’ll eventually prove to be true.

I also this weekend have to read/anotate a “short” story in English that’s 18 pages long. Good thing it’s a 3-day weekend!