I get up, I go to school, I get into a fight with my Bio teacher, and one of my friends goes on Jeopardy and wins. Well, he actually taped the episode in November, but it's being aired today. He told me that he was taping it on five different TVs at his house. What a nerd.

I think I am pretty much over my deadly sickness. After being in Limbo for about four weeks I think I've decided that I like it here on earth better as opposed to just being halfway concious all the time and dreaming in French.

(Yes, that actually happened, thank you.)

I am teetering on the very edge of insanity with regards to my 3rd hour class, geography. This may seem trivial or else somewhat boring to all of you, but seriously. This is a major issue.

I suppose the best way to describe my teacher is a cross between Sonic the Hedgehog and Mr. Mackey from "South Park."

And furthermore, I don't think a shooting rampage is justified just because the teacher is the biggest, most PMS-y dyke on the face of the earth. It just isn't fair.

I sit in the very back of the class, hoping to go unnoticed for most, if not all, of the semester. So far I've been doing okay, since I mostly all I do is sleep through class and make As on the tests. That's how stupid and unimportant a thing like geography is. The earth is round. Australia is in this thing we call the southern hemisphere.

WOW! What a concept!

Thank you! I'll be able to attend college now!

It's just one of those classes that you must endure even though it serves no purpose and ultimately just wastes your time when you could be doing something better, like say...dancing. Or sleeping.

At least next year Civics and Free Enterprise will be somewhat interesting. And I actually find American History to be quite exhilarating, thank you, so that will be no problem. But geography?? Continents don't move. It's been the same since my grandmother was in school. Let's get past the fact that OHMIGOD THERE ARE SO MANY COUNTRIES ON THIS PLANET THAT END IN -STAN and move the fuck on.

Yeah, do you think I hate that class?

Damn straight I hate that class.

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I believe that I am developing a brain tumor on the back of my skull. Eother that or I have an underdeveloped twin fetus hanging off my skull that no one told me about. Or I have the Elephant Man disease.

I hit my head against a wall today (thank you ever so much, egotistical seniors wanting to rule that hallways so much that you push anyone and everyone out of your way to just enhance your own perception of your hypothetical "power" and "seniority") and it actually hurt really bad.

Not just "really" bad.

I mean, REALLY bad.

Grabbing my skull, falling down, and praying for death kind of bad.

I asked one of my friends to see if I had a bump on my head, and she barely touched it before jumping back in horror and exclaimed that I had a softball surgically attached to the back of my head.

Right. But that first part was true.

And since my school obviously does not believe in nurses, we are just supposed to heal ourselves I guess, I had to last an entire day writhing in pain over a possible tumor in my brain.

I think Sarah S. (Runs With Scissors) had the best reaction to it, quoting Schwarzenegger a la "Kindergarten Cop":

IT'S NOT A TUMOR.

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