Yes, I am a dweeb.

Ooh!

This coming Thursday morning tommorow at lunch! it's up to me to teach the Jane Austen girls about Naval Things of that Time, esp. in Relation to Austen and her Novels.

Probably should have started on that last night instead of playing the Les Miserables fighting game (it's addictive!). Because I know all I'm going to do is get up there in front of the Young Ladies' Bagel Diet Coke Club and dork around about boats, unless I FOCUS AND CONFINE MYSELF. Which I... have a lot of trouble doing (this is the girl, realize, who recently ate up half of French class squeeing with two Froshies about the word 'lieutenant'). Er, yes. So, in actuality, it's not a matter of learning; it's a matter of weeding. And that's harder.

Here we go.

[ETA: GAAAH! Behold me spaz!]

On the phone; long, long distance...

I need to get this song off my playlist before it starts convincing me of things toward which I'd rather not find myself persuaded.