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<p>Urg. After yesterday being what it was, going to school was exactly what I didn&rsquo;t want to be doing today, but I had to for some reason or another. I got there early for sectionals, where we got in trouble with Revier for not doing a whole lot. After that, I followed Shannon to art instead of going to public speaking. I hung around there with Shannon and Ryan until I was justafiably kicked out by Ms. Harmon. The whole time, Ryan was trying to convince me to go home, &lsquo;cause I felt like smoo. So I took his advice and went back home instead of continuing on to public speaking.</p>
<p>At home, things came down in a tumble on me (metaphorically). I felt like something just hasn&rsquo;t been right for the last few weeks, like I&rsquo;m pretending to be someone I&rsquo;m not. Conflicting with that was the thought that perhaps I&rsquo;m just starting to see what I really am and let that be seen, instead of hiding behind this avatar of normality. There were other thoughts, about Shannon and Wendy and Ryan and choir, and before I knew it, I had a good sized slice on my left arm, and a razor blade in my right hand. It&rsquo;s been a long time since I&rsquo;ve cut myself, and I can&rsquo;t believe I did it today. Luckily, it was a clean and shallow one that I should be able to hide easily with long sleeves. I&rsquo;m still not sure why the hell I did that, but oh well. What&rsquo;s done is done.</p>
<p>After that dumb escapade, I showered and went to lie down, planning on waking up in time for fourth period so that I wouldn&rsquo;t miss that. However, I gave up on that plan and turned off my alarm clock, figuring I&rsquo;d get up in time for closer rehearsal. My mom woke me up at around 11:40 (about when lunch ends), and asked if I&rsquo;d caught that cold that was going around. Not willing to explain, I just nodded, and she went ahead and excused me for the day. I ended up waking up again at around one, so I got up, wolfed down some miso, and headed off to creative writing so that I could turn in my essay (which I decided to make about the dog show last sunday) and watch a creepy video about balloons. By closer, I started to cheer up some, but I was still tired, as I am even now. Closer went fine, as did the Act I 4th Quarter rehearsal today, which Insomniac was in.</p>
<p>Now I&rsquo;m working on bio homework and pondering tomorrow. Have my flute speech then. I need to talk to Moondog about maybe doing something next weekend, since I won&rsquo;t be able to see her wednesday (<lj user="breakfastfox"></lj> and <lj user="vulpinepilot"></lj>, I shan&rsquo;t be able to drive you to group, since I&rsquo;ve got rehearsal until way late), and my mom will be out of town then. Then until next tuesday.. Hmm.. and I&rsquo;ve got a friday off in there somewhere, too.</p>
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