Math test this morning, actually, just now [am currently sitting in the library will I shall torture myself with NaNoWriMo until I finish] and you know how absolutely astounishing it is to finish a math test ON TIME? Very strange, this ON TIME thing, when applied to math tests. But you know what's even stranger? Finishing AHEAD OF TIME, with TWENTY MINUTES TO SPARE. Frightening concept as means that have either done well or horribly badly on test. TWENTY MINUTES! Holy stars, that's far, far, too much time. For an one hour class. Deeply unsettling. Had eight minutes left still after checking over test.
Well, pardon me; I am living in "the 321st century and there's a lot on my mind." (Reference to WEST WING, for all my non-obsessives readers out there. Hem.)
Current time, 9:00 sharp.Standard Pacific Time. Beep.
[edit 10:18] I think, Lucy, that they'd pick the term 'small dog' because there're people who'd assume that a small dog is still bigger than a large roden (unless we're talking about those giant rats the size of men from the PRINCESS BRIDE. Those don't count. Mutant animals don't count.)
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they DON'T? But but but mutant animals are people too!!!
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forget anything i said.
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