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[bursar42]

I had a really long entry ready to go on inclusiveness and group dynamics at CTY, but LJ ate it horribly. Or my harddrive did. I forget which. It doesn't really matter. It made horrible crunching sounds as it was devoured, though.

Well, the past month or so has been pretty eventful. There was MitH's reunion in which we played laser tag and engaged in minor drama. Then inuki42 came over for a week. On the way home from MitH's, we spotted a CTY-TA on the highway, which was kind of bizarre. It was pleasant having a friend around for a change.

A week or two later, I went off to Emma's which was fun, and relatively low-key. That said, there was some drama, but it was resolved the following night, I hope. I'm really being rather cryptic aren't I? Ah, well.

On the schooling front, I still don't know what year the computer thinks I'm in. I also don't know if I'm going to add an 11th period course. I don't think so. The amount of summer work I have to do still is staggering. Why on Earth did I ever agree to try to teach myself Latin II over the summer and then leave it for the last week (along with the rest of my summer work)?

On a rather scary note, for the past month, nearly everyone I've spoken to voluntarily has been a rising freshman or sophomore (undergrad, not secondary). This is bizarre and rather scary. More scary is my mother trying to guilt me into learning how to drive. I know I signed up for driver's ed and all that, but I could do without stopping in random deserted parking lots on the way home from a haircut and being told to drive around it for half an hour.

This concludes today's pointless entry.

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[inuki42.livejournal.com]

Crypticness is ok. I enjoy it sometimes, because it's a way of saying "this is important enough to mention, but it's also personal, and anyone who I chose to share it with knows what I'm talking about." Or it's an in-joke. Those are fun too.

And parents aren't any fun. You just have to live with them, same as the rest of us. (At least until you go to college. Then you kinda miss them, because you have to do your own laundry and buy your own shampoo and all those silly little things parents do for you.) But look at it this way - if you really really wanted to, you could move out in a year and a half, and they couldn't say anything. But I'd recommend waiting until you get them to pay for college first. :)