I think I need to write for a moment. I should be working on my history, but that will take many more moments than this, and, relatively speaking, I’m hardly wasting any time at all. I think my head might explode. The fact that I am thinking contradicts that…At least I doubt that I’d be able to think shortly before my brain pops…I’ll have to think about that (quickly, so that if I decide that an explosion is possible, I’ll have time to think about stopping it).

Reason #1 for a possible explosion: For the last month, I’ve had more homework than I had in the four previous months together.

Reason #2: My teachers seem to have made the unanimous decision that during the past two weeks was necessary for us to haul around a different textbook for every period of the day. This is not helped by my inability to reach my locker at any time. I seriously haven’t opened it since February, and have probably forgotten the combination.

Reason #3: My science class is inhabited by people who couldn’t spell inhabited if they had a dictionary and an hour to do so. This includes the teacher. It has been like this all year, but the schadenfreude I gain from it is wearing thin. The period starts off with the entire class standing outside the door for five to eight minutes before the instructor decides to show up. Then well over half the class (since it is mostly girls-- not the best statement on the gender) starts shouting across the room various compliments about each others’ clothing, which never exceeds “I like your ______” and “Your _____ is really cute,” yet is still is repeated every freaking day. Then, if we’re really lucky (if it’s a Monday) we take notes. Earlier in the year, he would put up his little overhead and make his period-long speech and I would ignore him and I would get everything correct. I think. I’d say it with certainty if he would actually give back our tests, but going from how easy they always are and my perfect score on the one test he was forced to return to us, I’m pretty confident. But now, oh joy. We have to fill in guided notes. Not ordinary guided notes. Illegible, monstrous ones. He could have done them better in crayon. All capital letters, not a period throughout, and entire lines which are almost a solid black. I think I’ll scan a couple pages in one day, just for the lolz. The teacher explains them as we go, complete with the Humpty-Dumpty analogies and all. Which we have to copy down. While he is talking, these three girls who sit around me in the first two rows are talking, just as loud as he is, without ever being told to shut up by anyone other than me. One of them is always braiding another’s hair, and then asking me for answers during the pretests, which couldn’t put a nick in anyone’s grade no matter how badly they do. The greatest part was when we traded pretests and I marked one of hers wrong, then she tried to argue that she was correct, I explained exactly why she wasn’t, then she erased the grade and turned it in. It was just stupid. The small handful of guys seem to mostly sleep and listen to music. I don’t blame them.

Reason #4: Reason #3 was so long.

But on to other things which could be included in that but won’t be because the format has become boring:

My parents convinced themselves that there was something wrong with my thyroid and took me to a doctor, who turned right around and diagnosed me with mild depression and anemia. Anemia is not to be mistaken for bulimia or amnesia, though one could argue that it’s really a combination of the two. I make myself throw up, then forget about it, and that’s what’s causing the whole iron-deficiency thing. Or not. Either way, the pills for it are monstrous, and I’m likely to choke sooner or later.

Just to put out a nice estimate of my total free time, I started writing this nine days ago, and only now have had the time to finish.

But enough of this emoness, at eight on Thursday night, POTCAWEOMGWTFBBQ!!!
And my Anubis mask totally pwns. I can't wait to get pictures up.
And I am in love with barbershop quartets. [link] [link] [link] [link] [link] [link] [link] (I don't know what's up with the animation, but I've been listening to this song on a loop for hours)