homework is like a tent in a tropical storm; you have to keep trying to peg it down or everything is lost in the wind. the days have sprouted b52 bomber wings and tearing through the atmosphere now. i'm not sure where the semester went, kinda of like how i'm not sure how i manage to breathe and my room is messy again. i've been much better this year, all thanks to my OCD (neat) roommate. its for the best really - i clean , she organizes - together we're in for top prize at the super homemaker 2009. wait till you see our costume. red spandex ( we wear our capes in the front as aprons). enough said. (:
