HELP! TRAPPED AT CRAZY SCHOOL. HAD MORNING OFF. HAD TO COME IN FOR AFTERNOON. LAME?
Yes, quite.
But still. TRAPPED FOR TWO AND A HALF HOURS.
Sydney brought in two fish from Walmart (as there is a fishtank here), and one died already. She's bringing it back to walmart (so she can get a living one). So, isntead, we are having a fake burial at sea (read: toilet) with a a paper fish. Since we cannot flush the real one.
Going crazy! Ah well, what can you do.
My anxiety has gotten worse. Not sure if that's because I'm on such a low dose of prozac, or if its just me. Freaking uncooperative brain. People are not scary! They are cruel on occasion, but not scary. Nothing here is scary.
Except they are. Except everything is frightening.
Hell.
I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed a boy. They're fun. Fun boys. Boys with vampiric tendencies are even better.
No one has caught me writing on LJ yet. Fools! All of you! I bet I can put this entry on Diaryland and greatestJournal too, and still not get caught.
Update: And I did, and I wasn't. Hurrah!