Meh. I’m now in weight training/conditioning in P.E., as opposed to yoga. Mr. Skafe, P.E. teacher of doom, made us do a mile run, then the campus walk. Holy gods. What a fun thing to do in the middle of my period! (At least I have the reassurance that I’m having my period now, as opposed to having it during “Ten Little Indians”. I had my period during “How to Succeed”, and that was somewhat hellish. Meh.) Fortunately, this gave me a lot of time to think to myself, and I expanded the tune I wrote in History class to a full-blown, niftified tango tempo. A pinch of “The Madness of King Scar” from the Broadway version of the Lion King, a smidgeon of Tom Lehr’s “Masochism Tango”, and a tad of “Mushnik and Son” from the stage version of “Little Shop of Horrors” thrown in for fun. It’s mostly my own junk, though. Highly entertaining. It started off being a Vimes song, but it started to get a bit speciesist, so I might have to give it to Colon. Or they could alternate. I dunno. I’ve only written a few lines of actual lyrics, so everything is subject to change. Oh well. I’m having fun. After P.E., I went to the lecture hall, where they keep a piano, and picked out the tune. Thankfully, no one came in while I was there. That would have been amusing to explain!

Chungy and I decided that the reason my musical muses were being so overactive (I wrote a song about grapefruits during lunch) was because I don’t have any time for my other art. I have virtually no CG time and I haven’t done very many sketches over the past while. I suppose that’s it. ::shrugs:: Oh well. As long as I’m having fun, it’s all good.

I’m lucky so far. I’ve come up with the music for a new song, but I keep forgetting how it goes. Fortunately, it’s rather simple, so after concentrating a great deal on my history notes, which have very indistinct notation scribbles, I’m able to remember how it goes.

In an effort to solve this problem, I tried recording the general melody thing on one of the school computers, then saving it on a disk. Of course, the school’s computers’ microphones are stupid, and they won’t pick up my voice. Meh. I need to find a piano somewhere… ::plots fiendishly::

Muaha, the evil school computers just refused to go to my weblog. For a brief, highly amusing moment, I thought that my blog had been Cyberpatrolled. Of course, it turned out that the internet was just down.

Why does this entertain me? I don’t know. I’ve discovered that over the past few weeks, I’ve become more and more easily amused. Even things that aren’t supposed to be funny have their hilarious aspects. Things that should irritate me leave me giggling. And things that are supposed to be entertaining are more entertaining than ever before. It’s a nice outlook, I think.

::sigh:: I really wish I was able to trick or treat this year. Of course, I’m not sure if I would have had time to make a costume, but still, this is the first year I haven’t trick or treated, and it’s all thanks to that stupid research paper. At least I have a pretty firm grasp on my topic now… I can’t believe I have to write the rest of the rough draft tonight. Mr. Dumaine is a lunatic. I wish I had the English teacher that Chungy has. Theirs is due Monday. ::seethes::

Vote in the new poll. And check out HTMLGear’s swoopy new layout, while you’re at it. Slick. Which reminds me, I’ve got to brainstorm for the first tnm.n layout. After crunchy panic time is over, of course. I think I’m going to initiate the new layout over the Christmas holidays. ::blinks and nods:: Yeah, that sounds right.

I’ve decided to have my name legally changed to Priscilla Sanchez so that I’ll have affirmative action on my side when applying for college.

I don’t think my 1/16 Native American heritage is quite going to cut it.