I was meant to continue writing my essay an hour ago. Instead I'm writing this pointless journal entry. It's not even going to make me feel better about myself, because I'm just wasting more time.This stupid essay's due tomorrow. I barely even know what the topic is. I know it's something about Nazi education, but I think that even though I've got somewhat of a plan for all five (five! FML) body...

I just wanted to share this post. It's a really depressing post, and I feel bad for the person who wrote it. But whoever wrote it definitely has quite a bit of talent. More talent than a lot of people on here (no offence and whatever).I really like this whole blog, actually. I like when people write letters to their past/future selves. We had to do one at school for the future and we'll get it...

This weekend was a good one. On Saturday we went out and saw the movie 'Babies', did a bit of shopping (I got liquid eyeliner and eyelash curlers), mosaicing(?), and did a pedicure.The movie 'Babies' was art-house and had basically no dialogue. But that doesn't matter; I was laughing practically the whole time.It tracks four babies from different countries (Mongolia, Japan, Namibia, and America)...

I hate school, but getting to the point...For English I have to do a writing folio and one of the tasks is to write a piece involving broken glass. Frances suggested that I could do a sci-fi about someone in a glass cage and the glass breaks.I've thought about it a little and I've decided that he'll be writing about it years after it happened and about how the scientists treated him, etc....