So, on Tuesday afternoon in biology class, after witnessing a disturbing display of how much my digestive system hates me, I started to feel really woozie and light headed. I got home and we took my temperature. 37.8 degrees ceicius or 100.04 degrees farenheit. I slept the entire afternoon, called my teachers and told them I probably wouldn't be at school tomorrow, but if I was, I wouldn't have my homework done.
The next morning, I felt sort of okay and ate a little teeny bit of breakfast. The moment I started packing up my backpack, I felt really disgusting. I summoned my mom and suddenly felt really warm and suffocated. I started crying and explained that it would be stupid for me to go and have to stay in the nurse's office the entire day. So, I stayed home and my fever got up to 38.3 degrees celcius (100.94 degrees farenheit). I spent about 75% of my day in bed and the other 25% in the bathroom. Again, I called my teachers for the next day, all three of whom were giving quarter tests the next day. (Those I have to make up on Tuesday. Gah.)
This morning, I felt well on my way towards recovery. My fever had gone down a bit, and I started to do homework. In my English class, we're doing a unit on film right now (probably the easiest and most fun I'll have during the year, since I took historical documentaries last year, Darryl got lazy and made us join Gary's film class). We were watching the Dead Poet's Society, an absolutely beautiful movie which I've seen, but ages ago. (Whoever hasn't seen this movie, GO RENT IT NOW, you blasphemers...) So, I got dressed and Mia and I went down the street to rent it. On the way home, I realized that my jeans kept slipping down and the buttox area was really loose. I decided to weigh myself, just to make sure I wasn't just wearing someone else's pants. (The likeliness of that was already very low) A measurement last week put me at about 53 kilograms or 117 pounds. Today: 50 kgs. For all of you in the US, that's 110 pounds. According to doctors and anyone who isn't a moron on a tapeworm diet, it's not healty to lose six pounds in two days.
So, right as I thought I might be feeling better for at least the rest of the month, I started to do the homework that had been waiting for me since Tuesday about forty minutes ago. Suddenly, my brain cavity feels like it's about to explode and the muscles in my arms and legs have started to get numb and twitchy. I'm getting the feeling that all of this is stress induced. If anyone wants to send me an extra $700 dollars they have sitting around, I'd appreciate it. (Just kidding) But on a more serious note, I need winter vacation. I'm obviously totally overwhelmed by not only my school work, but this general change of environment and maybe even season. (Perhaps I can be compared to a ground squirrel?)
Very strange. The neighbor is bawling... and yelling?
Yup, just a quick update. I miss you guys a whole helluvalot. Tessa, I'm listening to Elliott Smith and he's helping. Thanks for burning it for me before I left. He's a help in times of need. It's like "Elliott Smith killed himself so I don't have to!"
*sigh*
Poor guy.
This bout of depression is for you, Elliott.
R.I.P.
Speaking of which, Elliott's posthumous record, From a basement on the hill, was released earlier this month. One of the new songs is playing as background to ElliottSmith.com. Check it out. I'm thinking of meandering down to Tower Records and getting myself a copy.
EDIT: I need to do something about the layout to change the width of this column. It is irritably narrow. *gets angry about it, like lots of other stupid things this evening, Microsoft Word AutoFormat, for example. Shot that sucka' down... fucking bulleted lists and auto tabs. Grrrr....*
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