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Monday, March 8, 2004
Several months have passed... I went to school and did school stuff since then. Plus, I recently got hired at Fuddruckers, which takes up any time that I am not in school. I had planned on opening a book review section, but I may never get around to it, as I may never get around to completing anything I truly want to. C'est la vie. I really don't know quite what makes me swing my feet over the side of my bed every morning anymore.
Suffice it that I haven't been inspired in several years. I am an old, old woman.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Judging from the number of viewers (currently one hundred sixty, most of whom were probably me), few people read this page often. However, for the benefit of anyone who does, I will add some papers fairly soon. I am going to pay my aunt to subscribe me to an online research engine so that I may write general topic papers to practice for when I go to a real school next fall.
If she has time, I would like my high school European History instructor to edit my papers. She went to college forever, so she knows exactly how to write term papers and such. A few of my other English and history teachers from high school would probably be just as helpful, except I am less at ease about requesting their input (although I intend to swallow my irrational fears and do thus, anyway).
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but some day, I will update!
Saturday, August 23, 2003
This I wrote to April our sophomore year the week before final exams.
Friday, July 25, 2003
I wrote an explication of Edgar Allan Poe's "The Bells" my freshman year. I received a "98", even though every other sentence used a "to be" verb and I neglected to cite a quarter of my quotes properly. I suppose Mrs. Bruno graded this particular paper more for content than technicality.
I did not post my explication because I am fond of it (I am not quite fond of it). But it does show that I wrote more clearly my freshman year than I do now. I spend so much time analyzing the precise placement of every word that I never write anything substantial anymore. I use words and phrases repetitively; my vocabulary level sank. Oh, how my lack pains me!
Saturday, July 19, 2003
My sophomore English teacher assigned us to write about ourselves and our school habits. I must have been in an excellent humour at the time I typed mine.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
AOL only keeps my mail as "new" for a month before deleting it. This displeases me. I recently discovered that I lost information I had desired to retain. Dadgummit.
Tuesday I corresponded via e-mail with The Father again (notifying him of my latest college developments). Here lies that e-mail.
Thursday, July 10, 2003
In this section I updated every page in the side menu to display every link. I also added two pages:
Impotence
Letter To Mein Vatti
Impotence I first wrote last November (2002). I never completed it to my own satisfaction, but nevertheless included it in Vellum, my high school's literary magazine.
I wrote The Father this evening a letter requesting that he co-sign an application I'm sending in to State Farm Insurance to receive a student credit card. The letter itself isn't particularly entertaining, but I must keep records of my correspondences.
Friday, June 27, 2003
I wrote a letter to my cousin David last night (it is now one in the morning). He voluntarily registered in Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri to attend a ten week-long boot camp program. His mother (my aunt Barbara) suggested I write him a nice letter.
I encountered numerous obstacles to completing this letter competently, primarily because I have not spoken with David directly in a few years. I really know little about him beyond what he did as a kid. Now he is seventeen, his voice has changed, and he is making his own radical decisions. Aww...
Beyond adding the letter, I moved all the old stuff that used to be on this index page to the "Words" section, which I chose to use for my archives. The updates right now are all from March, which is when I uploaded this template to the writing section of my little GeoCities site.
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