I was just soo physically drained from yesterday (Mock Trial, the Wall From Hell, etc.) that I could barely stand upright when I crawled out of bed.

My neck is sore (whiplash, probably, who knows), my arms and legs are sore, my entire ribcage is sore, bitch bitch whine whine....

Sarah had this recurring joke that I run like an autistic cat. (I don't though, HA.) Now I'm just an autistic cat with a gimp.

Three flights of stairs with a headache, whiplash, and a bad knee? No sir.

Well, I had to anyway. It was inevitable-- it was either that or miss first hour (English) and get an F on a paper I am writing. I had to write this review/compare-contrast thing of The Chosen by Chaim Potok. Really now, I'm not a Hasid, I don't plan on ever being a Hasid, and no one I know is a Hasid, so why does it matter?

Mock Trial went okay last night, considering that I probably got a few sympathy points from the judges, who were all members of the Bar but couldn't help noticing my pitiful gimp.

Ggrrr. Today was just bad. I'm going to end up in a full body cast with amnesia, rambling on about random things with Sarah standing over my hospital bed. Looking down at what a crazy person I am, she will only then realize what a horrible, horrible person she is for pushing me off that wall.

Tee hee.

I went a little loopy in Bio today. We're learning the processes of photosynthesis. "Sun energizes cholorophyll A, which in turn gives off a proton to chlorophyll B in the dark reaction which is transported by the hydrogen transport system and then a hydrogen atom is split apart, releases the oxygen...." Blah blah blah.

Come on. I'm not a plant, I don't ever plan to be a plant. So why does this matter? I bet we know more about plants than the plants do about themselves. Because even plants probably don't know how they perform photosynthesis. If plants had minds, that is. It's just like us with our immune system and stuff: we know it's there, we know basically how it works, but we really don't care about the rest.

Gggrrr.

My bio teacher, Creepy Guy With Razor Burn, just gets aggravated when I ask him these things. He probably never went to college anyway. Ha.

I kept making Sarah feel guilty all day. I mean, she felt really bad. Tee hee.

But when I am better, she'll probably have retribution in the form of making me organize her locker or something equally heinous.

Sarah always gets her way.

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