I just got up after somewhere around sixteen hours of sleep. According to my mother, I passed out while I was on the computer and they rushed me into bed and called a doctor... again. I think I was trying to chat with someone over something, but I don't remember anything that came after track practice too clearly. Anyway, Dr. Wang apparently said that my passing out was no big deal; he said that it was definitely a case of being sick mixed with a lack of sleep and, surprisingly (if you saw me today that is), dehydration. So... yeah. I just woke up and I would say I'm completely over my ailments except I can feel a weird little lump up in my nasal pharynx when swallow and I'm coughing a bit. At least I had one of the best dreams I can ever remember with all that wasted time.

Let's see if I can remember what happened during the day... Second period was terrible, I have a feeling I failed another test. Mr. Phillips was going through questions and I, somehow, missed one entirely. He told me to put "numbering incorrect" on it, but I was a little spaced out and I didn't. Thomas told me to go to the Health Office, but I refused and ended up telling him a little to much about why I wanted to stay and... yeah, that's not good.

We had a lab on genetic drift in Mrs. Hamilton's class,. We had little cards with capital and lower-case A's (and a's) on them and they represented our genotype. We had to 'mate' with people twice, record our offspring's genotype, then die and be reincarnated as our offspring. It was sort of interesting, but I ended up drawing a comic for the greater majority of the period anyway. Mrs. Hamilton came over and looked at it over my shoulder near the end of the period, then snatched the little notebook I was drawing it in. Normally, I wouldn't have had any problem with that, but that notebook just happens to be my journal. She gave it back just before the bell rang, minus the comic, but she wouldn't look at me when she was handing it to me and I know she was blushing, so I'm sure she read it. I hate it when people do stuff like that. At least I've been getting in the habit of filing away old entries weekly, otherwise she'd have had a lot more to be embarrased about reading.

I went to Visions during lunch and it's offical that we're screwed. We have to finish picking what goes in the book and what stays out and formatting it for printing in two weeks. We'll do it somehow... Maybe I should suggest some type of after school meeting.

Wow... I don't even want to say too much about track. We did our boring mile warmup jog and then we started field events. I was helping Sam get his step in high jump for a bit, but then I decided to go practice long jump. To give you a little background, I've never jumped much over seventeen feet in a meet where it actually counted. Rich has always assumed that that meant I got about seventeen in practice. Today, however, he told me to do a jump with him watching, so I did. I ended up landing at nineteen feet seven inches. He stood there gawking at me for awhile, then noticed I had a shovel lodged in the sand. I explained that I had jumped that far earlier and Jesse confirmed it. At this point, I have a feeling Rich got really pissed at me, but he restrained himself from killing me. He asked if I could get that in a meet and I said, "If I look up." (I have never failed to look down at the runway when I jump in a meet and it always costs me a few feet.) He told me he didn't care if I scratched every jump if I jumped that far with each in the meet on Monday, then he told me to go home. I put away the shovels and rakes and the tape measurer, gathered my stuff, and proceeded to leave, but not before notcing Rich and Wheeler staring at me and chatting excitedly...

That's about all I remember of my day, for after I got home, I passed out doing something on the computer. (If you were wondering, no, I don't think yesterday was a block day, I just didn't say anything about first, third, or fifth period.)

Later, DS
~ Why do people buy flowers? They grow for free, yet people buy them to watch them die.

Passin out?
Shouldn't keep yerself goin till ya fall out...Look out for yerself better! :P (Course, I can't exactly read the right margins of yer entries cuz of the way yer page is)
» DarkDragonKnight on 2004-05-10 10:01:56

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