If this was livejournal, I could use lj cuts.
But as it is, I won't clog up any friends pages.

So here ya go...sorry about this:

I hate myself...
*EXTREME NERDINESS ALERT!!*
Remember when I haven't updated for real in forever? Silly classes! Who do you think you are getting in my way like this??

This next entry, which I apologize for in advance, is so nerdy, I feel the need to lj cuts to save you. Read at your own risk.

So some of you may remember my past periods of extreme nerdiness that have surrounded my life beginning around 4th grade, 7th and 8th grade got hit up really bad and then 11th grade AP American...yes, my EXTREME American History nerdiness has retourned. Remember when Mrs. Otto couldn't read about sedimentary rocks in bed because she got too excited? This is me. Except cooler because its the Revolutionary War. Except cooler because its the Congress. I am dying to watch 1776 again. Anyway the other night I was attempting to get caught up on my reading (while highlighting and making sassy comments to the founding fathers) and suddenly I couldn't remember the third author of the Federalist papers so I looked it up and I was like "John Jay! Oh man! I completely forgot about him!" And John Jay and I are good friends, so I felt bad. Then I read the end and it was like "he was the last writier of the Federalist Papers to die" and I was like "whatttttttt?" because I remember Madison being the last of the Constitution writers to die because he wouldn't let his papers be open to the public until everyone of them is dead and he was the last to die. I'd believed this my entire life and all of a sudden my life was crashing before my eyes and I was freaking out. Why wouldn't John Jay have been invited to the constitutional convention? He was a very important man! And who did New York have other then him? Hamilton, sure, but he's an ass, Livingston, OK...but like after that's its pretty much him. Oh, and Burr...but Burr's a complete Loon (as much as I love him) but like I'd argue that Jay is more important then Livingston (I love him too) so like, I don't know. All I could find was that he was one of the most involved people in getting the Constitution passed in New York...so I don't even know. I was flipping out. Ask Becca, she was scared out of her mind---I was having a heart attack and sputing random words like this last paragraph. Eventually I went online and Liz was able to talk me down. Marie was asleep and not answering my calls and eventually I was able to get back to my reading. It was horrible though.

The next day (yesterday) my awesome, yet incredibly scary teacher had to make an appointment with each student to get to know them. We became best friends. He'll never ask a student to tell him about her parents again though--he felt hardcore bad--oh well. We were bonding and I found the McCulloigh book about John Adams on the wall and so I explained how that book had pleased me and we got into an intense discussion that eventually led to the founding fathers and it got political (he's a "conservative Democrat"??) and it led to my declaration that Aaron Burr's a psycho...and then I got kicked out. Awesome. We ran over our appointment. So I'll pretend that's why. You're only cool if you get kicked out of your teacher's office for being too big a nerd...

Soooooo we've also been fencing a lot recently, as usual. I have some hardcore fencing bruises which is good because I haven't had any for quite some time now. I fenced Greg last night in two weapons. I haven't fenced him in awhile, so it was good. There's a new guy named Mike (Greg's friend, also an ESFer) and he made fun of epee, so I hate him. Then Jason pulled out my baby. That was rough. Sometimes I forget how to do foil, which sucks because I really did know it, no matter what anyone here says--I have witnesses at home! Psht, right of way, parries, ripostes, continuing attacks, off targets---no one needs any of them. I have 7 on my upper thigh, one hardcore one (and some lesser ones) on my arm, and one hardcore one right where my purse strap goes. I fenced Mike last night (the real Mike) for "7 minutes of Hell" good times...

Also recently there's been some hardcore drama.... you thought you'd get something good here, did you? ohhhh the drama.

I really love Lipton ice tea from the bottle right now. The rasberry's ok, the lemon's better, but the green tea with honey is FANTASTIC. Its really super. Its the new mint lifesavers (last semester's lifeline). Since break ended I have rekindled my love for Mest. I love Mest. Obsessed? yes. Last night I only got 4 hours of sleep because I was busy reading about democracy and history and french and my writing class is even really fun. I don't know what to do with myself.

This semester has really fun classes...except... IR this morning (only my second class) was super dry. It makes me sad. I think its only the class. I know all the stuff, you know? She was like "Is globalization a new thing?" and I raised my hand and said "no, the name globalization is from the 80s, when the technological revoltion began and intensified the already exisiting although scarcly prominent interdependence and globalization." or something like that. And she was like "hmmm ok" so then she pulled up the notes and there was a no arguement, which is what I said and then there was the yes arguement which was "globalization is much better now" ...well yes, but it had to exist before to be better...so then she was like "what do you think?" and everyone else raised their hands and were like "I think it exisited, but intensified in the 80s" Damn straight. yea global community. Oh well, I still want to be a diplomat. I do NOT want to be a historian or an anthroplogist. So I'm going to stick with IR and eventually the classes will get interesting, right? Like the EU class? Yes...

Ugh, this is the worst entry ever.
Soon, I'm going to make one with my feelings towards the founding fathers. It promises to be awesome!