Yeah. She's pretty much insane to begin with. To give just one brief example, when we approach a bus stop, she doesn't slow down. She thinks it's just freaking hilarious to wait until we're like, five centimeters away from the middle of the intersection and then she stops. She just kind of laughs to herself as we regather our books which have now been strewn all over the aisles.

But today when I hopped on the bus like some greasy, pimply teenager that annoys people like me, I happened to notice that she had the Vanessa Carleton CD blaring about about 3421972 decibals.

I like Vanessa Carleton. Don't get me wrong. But come on...when your Ghetto-Mobile driver listens to it, it makes you want to crack the CD in half and forget you ever bought it. Not to say that you have a Ghetto-Mobile like I do. I hardly believe that you would be that privileged.

I opened up my little window that looks like something from a prison cell and stuck my head out of the window to get away from the noise and the humidity. This was a bad idea because:

1. I am sooo sick right now and wind blowing up my nose doesn't help at all,

2. Since we were going at about, oh....70 MPH it made my body temperature drop about fifteen degrees in roughly two seconds,

3. My hair went flying all over the place and it was impossible to get it back looking normal and non-Pebble Flinstones-ish,

4. And finally, because of our speed (which it was illegal to be going anyway), My head whipped back and practically hit the side of the bus and I got whiplash and had to explain to everyone at school why my neck is permanently bent back. Ow.

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Is it just me, or did someone declare it Have "The Devil Went Down To Georgia" Stuck In Your Head For Thirteen Straight Hours Day and not tell me? Nevermind.

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So, like I mentioned, I've been pretty sick this week.

You know that kind of cough that sounds like you're fixing to barf up a lung, and is usually a sign of fatal pneumonia or tuberculosis?

Yeah. That's what I've got.

I coughed up the itsy-bitsiest *tiniest* bit of _blood during Biology today and everyone told me I was going to die a slow, horrible death like Elizabeth Barrett Browning...but I hope you get well soon, yeahwhateverbye.

A senior came up to me today a lunch and said, "So, I hear you have TB. I'm sooo sorry."

And I looked totally astounded and probably dumbfounded as well, and I said, "Wow. News sure travels fast around here."

WOW! HERE IS ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT!:

I DIDN'T DENY THE FACT THAT I HAD T.B.!

So before that it was a rumor. And after I said that, oh no my friend, it was confirmed as fact. I had TB. I'll be dead within a week.

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This drama class? It's supposed to be cool, right?

Well it is.

But we got cast in our first show yesterday. I can't recall the name of it right now, but it's some Greek mythological tragedy.

Here's the plot, in very condensed, abridged form: The son of Zeus comes to earth to marry a mortal woman. But since it's looked down upon to marry a mortal woman, he picks out a girl and tries to turn her into Aprodite or something. So he hypnotizes her into totally being obsessed with sex and orgies and all that great stuff. And she's totally insane and drunk and did I mention NAKED the whole time. Anyway, the girl causes a bunch of riots because she's totally crazy or whatever, and the king wants her killed. But she uses her like, amazing superpowers or whatever to kill him with her bare hands and comes marching back through town with his severed head. But that makes the townspeople just a little bit angry and they kill her, Son Of Zeus is sad, boo hoo, the end.

So this girl? Yeah. That's me. The naked one. Except I won't be naked in the play...I'll be wearing fishnets or something. I dunno. But Andrew just thought it was just freaking hilarious that I was playing some drunken, insane girl.

...Ha ha GAG ha COUGH! COUGH! Ha ha BARF ha.

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And this ballet thing? Woo, I realized today how long it had been since I had danced. The first thing we did in class today was stretch into a split inside the doorframe and touch our knees flat to our nose. I was bending my knee so my dance teacher came up behind me and pushed my back up against the wall and was crushing me like an dancing, possessed, angry steamroller.

I have ballet second hour so I was all sweaty and gross for the rest of the day, and Brooke thought I looked like that because I was struggling to breathe, or something.

Yeah, I mean, doing all that stretching stuff really didn't help my illness and YES it does hurt to breathe, but come on: it wasn't like I punctured a freakin' lung.

And we have the "Back to School" dance this Friday. It's called the "Bulldog Boogie," which is just about the gayest name they could pick for just about anything. I don't know if I'm going.

But if I'm dead by then I won't have to make that decision.

THAT'S A JOKE!!!!!

Ha ha ha VOMIT ha COUGH COUGH ha ha ha GAG...COUGH COUGH COUGH.

*dies*

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