alright, i kinda feel like complaining today, but not much cuz i need to do homework. moving right along, i hate wehn ppl say i told you so. it drives me crazy because its very juvenile, and half the time the person never did actaully tell you so but feels the need to just rub it in that you were wrong about something (no one actaully said, "told you so," today, its just struck me as annoying for no apparent reason.) and i have decided that its completely unfair that ugly ppl get treated less nicely, or down right meanly. and whats worse is that everybody does it, and dont try to deny it. your gonna wanna be like, "oh i dont do that" but then youre stupid, b/c i gaurantee you do, do it. maybe not as often as some, but still more than anyone should. it makes me a hipocrit that i complain about it yet i still do it, but at least i can admit that im a hipocrit, and work to fix this prejudice. yeah anywas though, teh only thing worth mentioning today is a demonsration of just how much spare time i have in history, and how bored i get...

yeah, so we were taking notes, but b/c its the easiest freaking class ever invented she types out an entire outline then has us fill in random blank spaces as she reads the completed outline infront of the class. so yeah, i decided to start writing my letters the wrong way. see, most everyone writes letters going up to down and left to right, (just like we write). so for fun i stated writing down to up and right to left. it was weird, and oddly challenging because i kept wanting to do it the right way.

okay, latest random song that is stuck in my head (i had the godzilla song stuck in my head until just now) America's "Horse with no name"

"On the first part of the journey
I was looking at all the life
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
There was sand and hills and rings
The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound

I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After two days in the desert sun
My skin began to turn red
After three days in the desert fun
I was looking at a river bed
And the story it told of a river that flowed
Made me sad to think it was dead

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ...

After nine days I let the horse run free
'Cause the desert had turned to sea
There were plants and birds and rocks and things
there was sand and hills and rings
The ocean is a desert with it's life underground
And a perfect disguise above
Under the cities lies a heart made of ground
But the humans will give no love

You see I've been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
'Cause there ain't no one for to give you no pain
La, la ... "

quoteoftheday~ "w00t, w00t, for God!!!"