It's 10:33 AM, and it's just occuring to me now that I can't type with mittens. I wish I could. My right hand is very cold. Very, very, cold. I'm over my dad's house. I come here everyother weekend or so. Quite inconvienient. I never get any work done, even if I have tons and tons I'm planning on and/or are under an increadible pressure to finish it. I don't have my computer, I'm almost always missing a book I need, and the place has a general "I don't have all my stuff that I need" sort of feel to it. As I've said, it's quite inconvienient. I want to go home. Yes, indeed. Home would be a good place to be. I want to be in my room, sitting at my computer, doing a Spanish project or finishing up my english essay notes. I have much to do and I am forced to waste time here.
So what does the Ashia do, when she is in need of some form of mental stimuli? Well, I've taken to taking numerous "Nerdidity tests." I've scored 76%, 63%, and numerous other scores that I've failed to remember. So in essence, what they tell me is, I'm an "average geek."
I'm looking foward to doing everything i possibly can to improving my score to ultimate geekdom.
11/29/98