So I guess I'm narcoleptic. Sort-of?
But that's not even the exciting part of my news.
First off, however, HELLOOOOOO? IS ANYONE STILL HERE?
*waves*
I will be getting around to all those messages in my inbox telling me I have friends with new posts in their journals. Cross my heart.
Second, I've finally been getting into things. Meaning, I've been actually filling out apps for college and shit. Scholarships, too, of course, PLENTY of scholarships, but also apps. I got my first response today, and it was an acceptance letter to one of my top three choices. :D I was waving my arms around and moving my body in a circular motion squealing "YAAAAY" loud enough for the puppies to hear. DJ started barking. I'm assuming it was both of them bouncing around in the kennel; it sounds more intense than if it were just one of them. My excitement seeped through the walls out to the puppies, exciting them so much that they couldn't contain themselves.
Or they just wanted out so they could pee and such.
Number three, I trekked a mile just so I could sweep glass off the road today, because I'm such a psychotic not to mention stupid nice person. Yes. It was actually kind of thrilling, because I played a game which consisted of me leaping to the side dramatically whenever cars happened to be coming. I felt like I was in the Matrix. Minus the slow motion. But then I realized my brother was following me, so that made it a tad embarrassing. But we were saved the trouble of having to walk the mile back. My dad was coming home just as I was finishing up. He wasn't to thrilled, and told I should have just pushed the glass off into the ditch.
Uhm, HELLO? I came out here to clean up litter, not to just move it. Sheesh. As my brother so nicely put it, "You can't just put it out in the grass. The deer will step on it. THEN what?"
But I reminded him that they have hooves.
"Yeah... DELICATE hooves."
I think it's funny he forgot to mention the bunnies and gophers and badgers and 'coons and opossums. But oh well.
Four... hm. Well, I guess I've been reading a lot of blogs lately. Dan Bergstein, Allie Brosh, David Thorne... (I get the feeling I spelled their names wrong, but unfortunately I can't check because blogging websites are blocked for me right now... but not LJ. Things that make you go 'hm'.) But anyway, blogs. Maybe I just enjoy reading about others' lives and experiences... or something. But I always find some of the funniest stuff. I wish I had things that amazing/hilarious/interesting to blog about. But then again... I don't. I do wish I was that funny, though. You may have noticed, but I try desperately hard to be funny. I fail miserably.
Fifth, I'm retaking the ACT this weekend. A bit nervous about that, but my friend Laura is taking it again, too, so we can freak out together at seven thirty in the morning. And then sleep. And then not go to work, because I'm stupid and requested Saturday off when I'm sure something is going to happen and I'll be missing out on MONEY.
Six is afraid of seven because seven eight nine, so six and nine are unavailable right now.
So... seventh? Hm... I could blather on about school again, but who wants to hear that? (Who wants to hear any of this?) I'm doing better in Physics, now, but now for our semester project we have to build an egg launcher.
What the fuck? D: But that's really all for school. Other than I'm procrastinating again. (What else is new?)
Eight's busy chewing on nine, but eight can talk with its mouth full. About the narcoleptic thing. I think the school nurse needs some medical attention herself.
I've been falling asleep in class lately. That... is unusual for me, yes. So I'm sent to the office/nurse.
"So, you've been falling asleep in class a lot lately, huh?"
"Yup."
"Trouble sleeping?"
"Not really...?"
"Are you having... family issues?"
"What? No." What are you, my fucking shrink?
"Do have a lot of stress lately?"
"I... am a senior, ma'am."
"Please, call me Patty."
"...?"
"Anyway, judging from the symptoms and suddenness, I think you may be narcoleptic. Possibly. Sort-of."
"... What?"
"You can lie down for awhile in the nurse's office or you can go back to class--"
"Okay. Bye."
I'm not even kidding. I wish. I'm pretty sure I had a version of a "WTF?" face on throughout that conversation. But now, I'm trying to contain my giggle fit. Really? Come on. It was like the beginning of a psychoanalysis and then a random subject change because there's was an awkward silence.
I think I'm done. (Although, because of the wonderful Miss Brosh, I'm tempted to draw pictures for this, even though my drawing sucks.