tarzaan

Today I told myself I would get everything done I've been neglecting for months. I got surprisingly far. I'm not done yet. I cleaned my room basically, I got another lesson of my Spanish done (even if my grade on it was not what it needs to be), and I will now procede to do SAT work, read a neglected science magazine, and write in my book. I have so many goals for this summer, and while reading random existentialist writings is something I really enjoy, it's not moving me towards any of those goals. It's static (imperfect), not moving (preterite). I want to achieve my goals for this summer.

The college schedule and everything came. I looked at some calculus from last year, and it took me like ten minutes to understand it. It's become as vague as Spanish.
My dog and I had a very large argument today over whether my stuffed animals are hers or mine. The sad thing is that I'm not sure I won.

I would like to point out to all, as I have not mentioned it, the amazing tarzaan picture I have in my profile now. I *am* the queen of the jungle. And the king and every other authoritarian word. And, to borrow Morgan's word, I am the Tarzaan of DHOOM.