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Wow. SO INCREDIBLY dizzy, it's not even funny. Woke up this morning and felt like i was falling, even though I was lying on my bed. It was freakin' scary. So I didn't go to school. Slept for a bit more, and managed to get up. Hence I'm on the computer. Wokring on that stupid Chrysalids essay. Drinking blueberry smoothie, yum yum.
But I think it's time to take a break from that there essay, since I've been working on it for like, an hour and a half here. Gah. It still sucks major ass. I know nothing about set-off quotes, so how on earth am I supposed to use them in an essay? Yeah, I'm not gonna get a great mark.....I'm gonna look for Invader Zim slash. It intruiges me. I don't know why. It's sick. Sick and wrong. But it's so funny. I love all the zillions of excuses writers have to make Zim taller. It's hilarious.
So yeah, not standing up too much today, trying to drink as much as I can, and so much for no more painkillers. Gah.
Listening to Flagpole Sitta, which is a great song because it was used in a clever comic. Let's just say it involved a guy shoving a piece of paper that said "MY NAME IS NOT FAGGOT!" down another guy's throat. It was great. Also listening to What Is This Feeling, from Wicked the Musical. Also parodied by the same artist. It makes fun of Zim's weird little uniform. Mwahaha.
I had another painkiller-induced dream last night. It was a repeat of one I'd had a couple of weeks ago. There was me and this other girl, and we had a suicide pact. I was holding a gun to her head, and she was holding a gun to my head. I had to tell her to wait though, because I had to do a bunch of meaningless stuff before she shot me. Can't remember what stuff this was, but when I got back, we resumed the gun holding, and shot each other. And then for the rest of the dream there was just blackness. Freaky, no?
But I think it's time to take a break from that there essay, since I've been working on it for like, an hour and a half here. Gah. It still sucks major ass. I know nothing about set-off quotes, so how on earth am I supposed to use them in an essay? Yeah, I'm not gonna get a great mark.....I'm gonna look for Invader Zim slash. It intruiges me. I don't know why. It's sick. Sick and wrong. But it's so funny. I love all the zillions of excuses writers have to make Zim taller. It's hilarious.
So yeah, not standing up too much today, trying to drink as much as I can, and so much for no more painkillers. Gah.
Listening to Flagpole Sitta, which is a great song because it was used in a clever comic. Let's just say it involved a guy shoving a piece of paper that said "MY NAME IS NOT FAGGOT!" down another guy's throat. It was great. Also listening to What Is This Feeling, from Wicked the Musical. Also parodied by the same artist. It makes fun of Zim's weird little uniform. Mwahaha.
I had another painkiller-induced dream last night. It was a repeat of one I'd had a couple of weeks ago. There was me and this other girl, and we had a suicide pact. I was holding a gun to her head, and she was holding a gun to my head. I had to tell her to wait though, because I had to do a bunch of meaningless stuff before she shot me. Can't remember what stuff this was, but when I got back, we resumed the gun holding, and shot each other. And then for the rest of the dream there was just blackness. Freaky, no?