Am already hating my Nutrition and the Athelete class. Honestly, everything you need to know about nutrition and atheletics can be summed up thusly: eat healthy, have energy, perform better. But no. No, I need this class to graduate. And they're going to make me cook. With surly juvenile delinquents, no less. Well. I sense death in the future, though I'm not sure whose.
Also have the true beginnings of a cold, courtesy of my father. If it's worse tomorrow, I probably won't be able to make it into school. Nurg. Didn't really want to get out of bed this morning, but figured it might be in bad form to miss the first day of the new semester. *snifflecough*
Started SI fic last night. Dunno how it's going to turn out. So far... it's... eh. I think my writing is suffering for some reason that I have yet to determine. Bleh. Maybe it's suffering because I'm a better artist than I am a writer? And I'm not even a very good artist. *end self-pity moment*
Have also determined that "1 Kings 18" is actually the first of a series of bible fics. DAMN. I like it too much to just toss it aside, but don't like it enough to feel excited about putting in extra effort. *will be searching the 'net for more relevant biblical passages, which we all know is simply one of my favorite activities*