Oh so Brain Dead

Today I feel: totally, completely brain dead.

Well, Russian won the poll with 72 votes and Spanish getting 34. Honestly, i think it was just a war between me and Jenna by the end, but I have prevailed. Or Russian has prevailed, I suppose. I created a new poll; I thought it was time to move on. I've just spent 10 hours writing papers. (That's not including the 3 hours I spent yesterday.) I'm not kidding. I skipped school today so I could come home and work on them, and I only have one left. Fortunately, I don't have to finish the fourth one until early next week, so I'm putting it on the backburner, and I plan to ignore it until at least Saturday. I started at 11:00 and breaked only to go with Lori to Staples to buy black ink so I could print the stupid things. Oy gevalt. The last episode of "Boy Meets World" is on tonight, but it doesn't come on until 1:00 a.m., and I don't think I can make it until then. We'll see. I actually got a normal amount of sleep last night, so perhaps I'll still be up then. I've never seen the last episode, so it would be really exciting. Well, I still have homework to do, so I'm going to go work on it. When will this semester be over???
One thought for today:
"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. "
No worries mate! Arrivederci!