Mom made Chili for dinner last night, the leftovers of which I am eating now. Its really spicy, which is perfect. Something about it is weird. Mom put corn in it, and neglected kidney beans.

Its unique.

I have read everything that there is to read on a Jaguar XJ6, or, as the factory refers to them, the X300.

I told Grandma about it at an oppurtune moment two or three days ago, and she gave her usual 'we'll see'

Everyone, I repeat everyone, knows that when a grandmother says 'We'll see' with a smile on her face it means probably. I don't want to get my hopes up too much. I know its an awesome car, but insurance and repairs are going to be outrageous. All in all, I'm not even sure I want that headache.

Scheduling has started, and I am apathetic about next year. I really don't want to do anything. I just want a 7-period study. That would be awesome.

This chili is hot. Wo0o0o0o0o man... I need some oyster crackers.

Oh man, that Ben Stein kills me...

Its snowing in this neck of the woods, and its snowing big huge flakes. Its beginning to look like the remnants of a heavenly pillow fight: down feathers all over the place. The weathermen predicted a ton of snow for today, but, not for the first time, it didn't happen.

What now?

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