Take me now.
Its interesting. Usually, I come home from con and mope for a bit. Put on the old mask, get ready to go back to the hole that is the "real world" -- whatever the hell that is. It's strange, not being able to take that con mask off. Not all of it.
I need to get more hair dye.
That aside. I am going to collapse, and right now I'm trying not to throw up. I couldnt stay awake this afternoon, and thus lost three hours of homework time that I needed. Life is fucking fantabulous. Why can't teachers get it through their heads that students have MORE THAN ONE CLASS TO WORRY ABOUT. Fuck. I'm going to bed.