It's currently snowing up here, and the pine trees outside my window are bending under at least a foot of snow.

Day 52

I remember playing Mood For a Day today, just scrolling through the tab. It won't be that hard. The hardest part will be the momerozing and the playing two notes at once on separate stringsl. I did some work today befoere brunch, probably Math (I didn't have the problem sheet, so I just looke de though them all and made sure I could apply the equation in the,.P. I ate wau too much during brunch: eggs with cheese and shrooms, pork sausage balls, and banana pancakes. During ccook's crew I gew to jate kethcup. I'm typing with my eyes closed again.

Jake and Sam and writing History esaays, but Ive finished mine for tonight. I'll write the conclusion tomorrow during class. If I did two and a little bit pages today in like an hour, I can write the conclusion iun one period. Aftre brunch I went back to Miles, looked all over for my sSpanish book (which I found beneath my desk), read that, then played some more guitar... A Certain Romacne got stuck in my head after playing it. I improved a litle solo that involves sweeps, as they are called in guiatr hero.

I started getting thoughts down for my English essay before dunner, as Rachela nd Himmy sat around in the common room, Rahcle doing Math, Jimmy doing rading Chuick Norris Jokes. David, San S and I were doing that earlier. Some are really bad. Really, really bad/ Dinner wa salad, potato salad, pastsa salad... and cornbread. Kit gave a humble about his first time at Fenway, and dunringf dinner with him ,Kemi, Chelsea, Zoe K, and Caitlin and I learned about his life, or at least how he came to Mount School. Apparently he knew A;den as a football coach, dorm parent, and advisor. How young was he teaching them? That;s odd.

After dinner I messeda rounfd iwith Jimmy's radio, foind station playing Bad Romance, Livin' on a Prayer, Limeligh, Paradise city, and the Red Zod [I think this is Red Sox]. EEI s like 550 AM; the others are FM and are so clear it's awesome. I love that radio. I wrote my journal, finished my English essay, called home, procrastinated some with Ramen, cleaned the bathroom during check-in with Kit, and then wrote my History essay, or at least three paragraphs of it. Tomorrow we might move around some furniture, like my desk and dresser. We moved down a shelf today. Now my dresser is not as crowded.

Jimmy illustrated a dream I had that involved him... agents blowing up CVSs, getting attacked by young children with knives and guns, becoming The Crow, but not the actual one; instead, they are the xkcd drawing of the guy from The Cure. I'll fix my OpenOffice tomorrow with Doug... why does the requested operation require elevation? It'll be fun... work and then no work and then work and then no work and then work.