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I ate a habanero pepper today: the epitome of my weakness to peer pressure. I do, however, think it's an experience everyone should have, as long as they aren't 100% aware of what it is capable of. It's a weird feeling, not being able to control your entire face, and having fluids streaming from your mouth, nose, and eyes. There is nothing on this earth that can compare to the fire that was in my mouth, and that escapes my lips everytime I burb; and thats a serious ego trip. A good laugh, overall.
And I broke into hysteria after Ms. Douglas said "but" in 5th period today, the first time in a while. Dr. Cyoka used to think its a form of emotional breakdown, but I've never trusted psychologists as much as I should. Unstoppable laughing, to the point where I grow bright red (which is a medical condition called Rosacea, or so I'm told) and start crying from laughter. Luckily Ms. Douglas doesn't care about much, and let me laugh it out, which took a good five minutes. Its the closest I've ever come to going insane, and I have a feeling it's going to actually happen someday.
And I restocked my mini-fridge. Go me.
And I've done an insanely good job of shamelessly promoting myself to Mr. B. Now I just can't fuck up. Fucking up would be bad.
And I've uncovered a couple of more bands that I like (Architecture in Helsinki anyone? New Pornographers? Kings of Convenience made me start listening to S&G again.). Go me.
And I broke into hysteria after Ms. Douglas said "but" in 5th period today, the first time in a while. Dr. Cyoka used to think its a form of emotional breakdown, but I've never trusted psychologists as much as I should. Unstoppable laughing, to the point where I grow bright red (which is a medical condition called Rosacea, or so I'm told) and start crying from laughter. Luckily Ms. Douglas doesn't care about much, and let me laugh it out, which took a good five minutes. Its the closest I've ever come to going insane, and I have a feeling it's going to actually happen someday.
And I restocked my mini-fridge. Go me.
And I've done an insanely good job of shamelessly promoting myself to Mr. B. Now I just can't fuck up. Fucking up would be bad.
And I've uncovered a couple of more bands that I like (Architecture in Helsinki anyone? New Pornographers? Kings of Convenience made me start listening to S&G again.). Go me.