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Still haven't heard anything about my calculator. I'm really angry. Like, every time I think about it I get so furious that I want to cry.

Because my parents just shelled out a whole bunch of money for IB tests at the end of the year, pretty soon they're going to have to pay more for AP tests, as soon as I get around to signing up for them the college entrance exams, and earlier they paid for this mini medical school thing I'm doing, all in all being upwards of $500. They can't bloody afford that already, much less a new $100 graphing calculator also. (And mine was pretty and translucent blue and nobody else had one like that [which makes me think it should be easy to find if the people at school actually would put any effort into it] and it was from Vermont and I loved it and I'm making myself cry now because I'm weepy like that and it's late and I'm tired so I'll stop.) So I've just been borrowing them from random people for math and science tests, being nearly late to class trying to find somebody to get one from or return it to them, and doing all my math and science homework on random crappy scientific calculators that won't find the derivatives like I need them to, so I'm hand doing everything and it's taking uber-longer.

I'm like going into hibernation or something. I've been eating crazy much in the past week or so and being really exhausted, even when I'm getting 6 or so hours of sleep. *Is bad.* Because I'm already gaining weight and I'd bet people are starting to get annoyed with my constant yawning in class. And it's hard for me to do my homework when it takes killer long and I just don't have the energy to stay awake that late. Like now. Though I've been trying to catch up on my email instead of actually writing my bloody Chem lab, which is dumb and wrong and so now I'm going to get less than the 4 hours that I've been trying to get each night (because my doctor said so and I actually sort of like her) and I had been doing pretty good with the 4 hours, but it's looking like I won't be getting anywhere near that for the rest of the week.

Anyway. Work. Now.

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Ha. *Is done*

Evaluation-wise, this lab actually isn't half bad, IMO. Though the teacher will undoubtedly find something to whine about because she doesn't like me. Oh well. I like it. I think I did a good job. Yay.

And there's about 5 characters worth of computer garble at the top left of one of the pages that I just printed (I don't think that the garble just printed, though, it's probably from sometime when the printer was being dumb and it would have been stupid to throw away the page just for 5 characters). We're going to ignore it. Because I don't care at all. I used to print everything on the back of old letterhead from a business that my dad and maternal grandparents had out of our basement. They worked with orthodontics. Twas back when people weren't commonly using computers in teeth stuff, and so we were like the only people that did this, which was cool. We made computer models of the teeth so the dentist/orthodontist types could see the bad parts where they weren't lining up right and such. I say 'we' because even though I was little, I got to help by scanning in the plaster models of the teeth so the computer could do its thing. I use the binders from the old training manuals that taught the orthodontists what to do with their computer representations for school stuff too. But we're almost completely out of the paper, which sort of makes me sad, because that was the background for every paper and story and everything I ever printed out for years.

Edit: And whoever put the paper in the printer loses. Because it's scrap paper from the company intermixed with printing error sheets (probably also from the company) and they put it in upside down so the scrap side gets printed over and you can't read the words. Must reprint. Curses.

Anyway. Sidetracked. Bed. That's what I was doing. Leaving. Now. Though I don't know how much point there is in going to bed for less than 2 hours. Still going to go. Though it's going to make getting up even more hellacious than it already is because not only is my bed is warm and the air freezing (literally), I'll have to interrupt the sleepage.

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I don't like baseball. Not really. I enjoy playing it, but it's too darn slow to watch. I tend to get murderous stares every time I express my displeasure with the stupid World Series (which is a dumb name, as it's only American teams) and it usurping the spots of good television. The only reason that I'm rooting for the Cardinals (because I never root for the home team here in St. Louis for anything) is because they're ahead and as such it will take fewer more games for them to win if they just take the next two. And I couldn't stand more of this stupid TV. They say baseball's America's pastime and more people watch it than other sports. If the bloody Super Bowl or the World Cup got all the primetime coverage for two weeks, they'd be the most watched sport too. (And we rarely get the World Cup games at all, and if then, only at weird times like the middle of the afternoon or really late at night, which is sad.)

Anyway. I'm tired of all the news, all everything being about the games and how to get tickets and the bloody Cardinals being in the bloody World Series. I'll be very glad when it's all over, not only so we get TV shows again, but also because it's all anybody can talk about. As it rather looks good for my hometown's team. (Though I admit I am somewhat interested to find out if anything's going to happen to the Tigers' pitcher that was cheating, because the Cardinals' coach doesn't seem to be wanting to have an inquiry or whatever.)

So. I'm going to finish my omelet and then go take a nap. Because I've got loads more homework left tonight, including that history project for which I need a new/modified topic and all the information to write up. And I got to bed around 4:30 last night because I wasn't using my time wisely. (When I've got emails in my inbox, I just can't resist!) Though I'm not that tired now, I know I need to get some sleep, as I work best at night and I'll be really tired later if I don't.