Strange Book

So I read a book yesterday about a twelve year old girl who is, well, perfect. Literally. She was created in a lab in DC and is genetically perfect. But she hates it. when the dentist at school tells her she needs to see an orthodontist (which is bologna) she is ecstatic! "I'm not perfect!" she says excitedly.
Anyway. I really like the book and the idea. Perfect. I'm not genetically perfect. I'm not perfect in any way. But I bet if I really tried hard I could get closer than I am now. :-P
Yeah, it was inspiring. So last night I did fifty sit ups and I died. It's been a while. I need to work on them more often. I won't even tell you how many push ups I did. It's embarrassing. :-P
So, I've got a cold and I'm really not feeling well, but I'm going to go for a run tomarrow morning. And I am going to die again.
I'm not a cat. Really. I've died more than nine times. :-)
So, I have a project due on Monday and I have to have it done by tomorrow night because the lab isn't open on Fridays or weekends. So I have to develope two rolls of film today after class. And then I have to come back to the lab tomorrow. They're only open for five hours and I'm worried that it won't be enough time to get both of my proof sheets done and all four of my prints right. Printing is frustrating on a deadline.
Oh, well...
I might write more later. Computer class is repetetive and boring...
:-)
Samia