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Blue Goo Ate My Mom
Gaper's Block
In Passing
Incoherent Babblings of Me
Love Many Things
Maybe Tomorrow
Mighty Girl
Spastic Yak
Weblog Wannabe
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Wednesday, January 22, 2003

When learning how to work "correctly" with little kids, you learn that it's important to say their names. It makes them feel special, needed, wanted. You tell them good job for everything, and you end the compliment, or begin the complement, with their name. Whoever came up with that idea is a smart person. But it's not just little kids who like hearing their names. Everyone does. Everyone likes hearing something nice about them. They like to hear that people care, or are at least paying attention. And it takes so little effort to really make someone smile. Just go up to them and tell them you like their shirt, or their hair. Nothing big. Nothing extreme. Just something subtle. It will make them smile. And even if they look at you with a strange half-grin and mutter thank you.. , on the inside they will feel good, better than they would have if they hadn't heard a quirky little compliment directed at them.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 10:32:00 PM °°°

I was wondering, so I googled to find the number of violins that Sharon Corr has. Apparnatly, at the moment, she has three.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 4:34:00 PM °°°

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

Once upon a time there was a young man named Hamlet. He was depressed because he father had recently died, at the hand of his uncle who happened to be his mother's new Husband. Hamlet got mad, Claudius (the husband got mad), and Hamlet killed Polonius, the father of Laertes. Laertes got mad, and wanted to kill Hamlet. So he tried to. And, just as he had succeeded in poisoning Hamlet, Hamlet killed Laertes. And then Hamlet's mother died. And then Hamlet killed Claudius, finally, after much internal turmoil. Hamlet was buried like a military hero, and nobody except for Horatio lived happily ever after.
The End.
That is my version of Hamlet.
Unfortunately, my paper must be much longer than that. Except my friends decided that they would no longer call essays essays. We got to make up a new name. I now call essays alphabets. My friend calls them pickles.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 12:36:00 AM °°°

Monday, January 20, 2003

[23:26] NameChangedforPrivacy: goodnight
[23:29] SouprGirl1: goognight
[23:29] NameChangedforPrivacy: goog!
[23:29] SouprGirl1: oops. goodnight.
[23:29] SouprGirl1: i type google too often.
[23:29] SouprGirl1: it's a habit.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 11:33:00 PM °°°

I had a dream that my retainer was broken. Luckily, it isn't. Although it doesn't quite fit since I haven't worn it in three weeks.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 10:49:00 PM °°°

Sunday, January 19, 2003

And now it is that time. Final Exams time. The time when I lower the grade in all my classes by failing the final test. Multiple choice questions make my brain turn into mush. And since the teachers think, "We'll just use ScanTron for everything, it will make our live so much easier so that we don't have to score anything", all my tests are multiple choice. A little bit of multiple choice is okay, but my school takes it to an excess. They go crazy. And I don't like it.

Also to note, every time I wrote the word 'choice' on this page, I spelled it 'choise' then had to go back and fix it.

Posted by Serene Chaos at 10:08:00 AM °°°