Monday

Alot of classes in school, including the first French on Monday. It made the day seem very long, but that was alleviated by the fact that it was still sunny out on the way home. It was weird, however, going to school in the dark, and entering just as the sun rose.

I got 3 out of 5 on the Math test, and was surprised I did that well. I got a sixty. That's not too bad, considering how poorly I generally do on tests. I really am worried about midyears and that is a spur to really feel digging in, with nowhere to go. I have to know how to prove all those theorems! I'll never remember. Sometimes I think all that's just a little bit unnecessary. As long as we know the pt. and can follow the proof ~ why do more, eh?

I fell on my face pretty hard in the Spanish test too. But that's OK, I'm not too worried about that. If I knew the idioms just a little bit better then I'd have had no trouble at all. Ah well, it shouldn't be too hard setting that to rights, although in terms of the test it's too late.

It looks like I'm not going to be able to practice tonight. It's already almost eight, and I have alot of stuff I have to do. Math, Jap Hist, Français, etc. The pressure for papers and tests really has started mounting now.

Not only that, but I've been promising myself I'm going to cut down on what I eat. I've been a miserable failure. But right now, I swear on the holy cross that I will not succumb to temptation and eat any more sweet or fattening things. i will also eat less of all things in general except pure meats and vegetables and rice, which I may have in profusion. I may start taking rice to lunch! That's a good idea, I like cold wild rice with cheese and I can eat that at school along with their meat and veggies and exclude all other fats and starches. I will make a batch tomorrow afternoon. I shall have to do it more or less secretly or Mom will want to know why I am taking food to school when they feed me there. I wonder if it'll work Something tells me that it won't. but was a good idea... Je penserai la-dessus un petit peu.

Tuesday

(I left my bag downstairs and it's all shut up, and I don't want to get it~ so...) Today I got home about 2:00. Called T for the bodz recipe. She came over, and we used my recipe. But I started to use the wrong thing to steam those gorgeous dumplings and they all ran together ~ and when I remade them it was a hodgepodge mish-mash and spoiled. What a tragedy. That had looked so good. Well, I'll do it again sometimes, and do it right, perhaps with char siu from Chinatown.

I went to the yoga class with Mom and signed up for a month, once a week, on Tuesdays. The teacher is very good and demonstrates beautiful as well. If yoga can do that for yr bod then I'm all for it! I've decided that I'm going to take dance the second half of the year. I have to buy another leotard and a pair of footless size C danskin tights like the ones I wore today of Mom's. They're neat.

Since it's so late I'm just going to do a few stretches and tuck myself in. There are other things I should talk about but I'm just not in the right state, if you get my pt. I guess I am going back to AH this summer. K doesn't want to. I got a chance to practice a bit today.I have a lesson tomorrow, on Ms. B's flute. I mustn't forget to take the music, n'est-ce pas. Hermine + I don't have very much time to talk very much anymore it seems. Well no more etc.

Wednesday

I didn't have a lesson because it snow, snow, snowed! Beautiful, about a foot of it! It's supposed to snow again tomorrow night, too.

Hey, guess what! I might be able to go to Canada with H, and stay with her aunt in Quebec. Chances are I won't be able to, H even may not go. But it's fun to dream.

We had tea-smoked duck for dinner with some people called the Westorskys. My head is aching and pounding in one of the worst headaches I've had in a long time. I made the amber into a silver thing, it looks pretty good. Our French class was cancelled too. I had no chance to practice (I didn't have the flute either.) I want my BABY. I can't practice seriously on J2's flute, it's such a hassle to keep passing it back and forth.

At dinner les parents + guests were talking about "pot" and how ineffectual or unpleasant it had been for them. I wanted to say "Oh that's too bad, grass be quite pleasant, and make you feel really great ~ especially in company." and then adding, "But of course I don't smoke it anymore because it messes up my meditation>' But I'm convinced Mom + Dad think of me as pristine pure and that would have shocked and/or perhaps offended them when there were others present. Oh my head hurts.

The cigarettes those people smoke are foul. Daddy has been told by his doctor that he's got to cut down drastically or quit altogether. I kinda feel sorry for him, but it's what I've been nagging at him for yrs and yrs. It will be nice to have less smoke in the house, and dust all over the place.

My throat feels really sore too, I wonder if I am coming down with something. Better now than later. I hope it passes quickly. My ass and lower back and the back of my thighs are really sore. I guess that yoga had more umph than I thought. Good!

I have yet to get my allowance for January. Je doit acheter a pair of tights, a pair of pants and perhaps another leotard. That should wipe out all my allowance. I wish things weren't so darned expensive, or that I was rich.

I've gotta lie down.

Thursday

Stayed at home, ill. Sore throat, swollen glands, slight temperature and a headache like yr supposed to get when you've got a hangover. Meditated 2 for a half hour each. Ate fairly lightly. I'm not going to school tomorrow either. I didn't practice because Mom thought that using Jackie's flute might spread the disease. I also slept from 4-7. I read Children of Tomorrow, and started Gray Matters, having finished the anthology called Nightmare Age. I also read a couple of chapters in T.T.O.G. As usual I feel guilty about being sick and not going to school. In a way it's kind of a luxury. But I need to practice. I wonder what more homework I've got.

Tomorrow, sick or no sick, I've got to wash my hair. I look like Medusa, or some close relative thereof on whom all the snakes have died and are going into rigor mortis. Ho ho. We watched a special on women's sports that was pretty good. I'm glad that things are finally getting off the ground for our half of the race.

A joke I just remembered for when the weather is fine.

First voice: It's a perfect day! It's a great day for the race! 2nd voice: What race? 3rd voice: Why, the human race, of course.

Abe Lincoln is supposed to have said that.

Another lovely thing, on top of being sick, I've got my period too, as I discovered. What a bore. Or as they might say in France, quel drag.

The other day Mom said she admired me for keeping up with a journal. As I predicted it's turned out to be more of a urinal ~ where I go when I'm pissed. All my bile, it must be pretty heavy reading for someone who isn't sitting behind the pen. Heavy and no doubt boring. Alas, my life is not too terribly thrilling, to say the very least, and I don't have very many deep philosophical insights to share with my loyal little squares either.

I really miss my flute. It's almost not worth not having it for two weeks. I'll be very happy when i get it back. I hope I'm all better by Saturday so I can have a little fun and so I can go to GBYSO reheasal Sunday. It snowed a large part of the day. I want to go cross-country skiing sometime this winter. Last year I didn't do any downhill at all.

I probably should have gotten the homework from someone today.

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