As I was saying...

...post-algebra class.

I signed up for Advanced Dance Technique and Production (or some form of those words jumbled up)... again. I had accidentally dropped it. My ex-teacher for Beginning Technique is now my Yoga teacher. She berated me concerning my "potential" and my slight inability to attend class as often as is deemed acceptable.

Got monies! :XD

Waiting for more monies! :XD

Then waiting for W2's to get MORE monies! :XD

Ex-English teacher lady (the one who has given me so much problem and because of whom I missed the New York trip) emailed me about my final essay. I got a B and I'm now wondering what the hell I wrote in it (seeing as how I wrote it during an incoherent all-nighter). In the end, she berated me concerning my "potential" and my slight inability to attend class as often as is deemed acceptable.

I want pizza and I think (since I got monies) that I may just oblige my need for Winter-time delivery food. (The draw of receeding into my warm room with hot pizza to watch adult swim is too great!)