coffee + no food + no sleep = groggy yet jumpy ivory with a stomach ache.
whoa i am not a fun person.
so i will hide in here and write a post about nothing in particular. it’s “ivory-feld”, and if you caught what i meant there i owe you a cookie or something. or maybe i just will try to be nice to you today.
i forgot to take my pill last night. i am so dumb. i remember at the dumbest times, like in the middle of english, when my teacher is talking to me about asl, and i am explaining that their are accents from around the country, and dialects. Like the fact that the sign for Tacoma in the NW, is the sign for toilet everywhere else. no real question on why, but it’s a funny example. so anyway, i am signing toilet (or Tacoma) and BAM i remember that i didn’t take my freaking pill last night. poor dane. but it’s his job to remind me. and if he doesn’t do his job, he doesn’t get any bonuses. 
the last couple days have been kind of crazy, but nothing major really. it snowed like a crazy woman yesterday (yes, that simile did not work, i know, but i tend to use “…like a crazy woman” a lot, because anything like a crazy woman is pretty extreme…) and i hoped i wouldn’t have school today. but since i live in cheney, where they have been waiting for a reason to get to use their snow plows (“oh boy guys! lets go!”), i am here, biding my time before i get to leave. Oh oh oh i wanted a snow day, to sleep in, drink coco, huddle around the tv and judge judy, and have a snow day. i can’t remember snow days when i was young – maybe it was the living-in-the-south-there-is-no-real-snow thing. but we did have ice days. wake up to no electricity? YAY ITS AN ICE DAY. we also had tornado days, which you all didn’t. so ha ha. i even once had a tsunami day. not in the south.
does anyone remember tornado drills? what i thought was great, was the year i was 4 or 5 (kindergarten?) and our teacher forgot to tell us, that yeah, there was no tornado? maybe she told us it was a drill, but we were 4. we thought there was a tornado. so we are all huddled in the basement girls bathroom, crying, and she is at her wits end, and so she says “alright! you are all very good boys and girls, and for that, we are going to have an extra recess! everyone line up to go outside!” we were all convinced she wanted to kill us, so we cried more, and i don’t remember how the scene ended, but maybe it was like brave heart – some kid, in a skirt (and at 4 guys in dresses isn’t so weird), finger-paint on his face, says “come on guys, rise up against the crazy child-hating woman who oppresses us here in this woman’s bathroom! you deserve more! you deserve enough paste to fill you at lunch! you deserve that swing at recess! you deserve that candy your mom said you couldn’t take from the homeless guy who lives in the playground tree! what do you say!”
or not. *shrug*
btw, do they still have paste? glue, yes, but paste? with the little stick that dipped down into the plastic jar, but never reached the bottom? how were you supposed to reach the paste down there? with your fingers of course. and fingers also belong in mouths. so who was surprised when kids started eating paste. i mean, come on. it’s logic.
danes moms birthday was yesterday, and we sent her flowers. she cried. it was nice. (do i sound sadistic there? )
might be going to Canada this weekend, but who knows with all the snow out here. and if we have snow here, they have snow there. and it’s not a straight road. not that dane and i learned to drive ON straight roads, or even dry ones, (we were in drivers ed together, but at the time i was going out with his best friend) (which makes me sound like a slut, which i think is funny, so i am always bringing it up) (but it’s weird that i think it’s funny that people might think im a slut) (oh well). SO ANYWAYS, might go to Canada this weekend. woo!
sometimes i have dreams, that i go to tell someone about, and they say “that’s a movie.” Damn it. my dreams are not even original. come on guys. work a little harder up there. (yes, i AM alluding to the elves who write the scripts for everything i say, think, or dream. reading this post, i am thinking i need to switch to brownies. like in willow. they are way cooler than lame-ass elves.)
OH MY GOSH I AM CRAZY.
off to abnormal psych i go!
btw – i am not going to work at the state mental hospital i decided. it was for credit in py psych class, but since i am such a freaking hypochondriac (right now i have the flu, ear cancer, glaucoma and arthritis) maybe it’s not the best idea to surround myself with actual crazy people until i know that hey! I’m not schizophrenic! so i can’t convince myself that maybe i am…..
plus you have to get a TB test, and i am not down. #1-needles (though i am looking forward to tattoos) and #2-if i have TB (which i DO i just decided) maybe i shouldn’t know. *shrug* (no logic there, just wussiness)
