Caffeine and cold meds

I spent today:

• High on cold meds to survive the day.

• Being a horrible person and finding it funny that my friend got E. coli from having a lapse of judgement before Christmas and eating seven, seven, affected tacos from Taco Bell. Thankfully, he was also finding a little humour in it, which is probably something he had to do after spending two weeks in the hospital, so I wasn't that awful. 

• Going into a different Starbucks and staring into space for fifteen seconds while ordering my drink while words completely evaded me. That wouldn't be embarrassing except then I ashamedly asked for my employee discount, and the barista silently judged me for being a barista that forgot what a damn americano was called. I tried to defend myself by saying I was on a lot of cold meds but I don't know if he bought it or not. I feel so much shame.

• Watching "The Devil Wears Prada" for Co-op while buzzing on three shots of espresso and cold meds on an empty stomach, mostly because being high on cold meds for the first part of the day impaired my judgement as to what I could handle without mildly hallucinating/scaring people. I was told confidently by three people during the afternoon break that I was probably going to die.

• Meeting the temporary music teacher/choir director who has scarily similar mannerisms to Jess from New Girl.

Hearts,
-J-

Raving Porcupines and Personified Sunshine.

Lately, I'm finding myself weirdly adjusted to what my schedule has become. For example, I have a string of Friday evenings off. I've had about one Friday evening off in the last three months. What do people even do with Friday nights? Sit at home and feel sad about their lives? Because unless I can find something better to do, that's probably what I'll resort to.

With the end of the semester fast approaching, another thing is that Co-op is over and I have lunch hours again. Since I haven't had many free lunch hours since October, I have no sweet clue what to do with this extra hour I'm suddenly given in the middle of the day in which to supposedly consume nutrients and socialize. At least with this one, most of my Co-op class feel the same. Us well adjusted adolescents are drastically more offended by free time than we should be.

In news other than having unusual bouts of free time, I think I have the flu or a cold or something. At lunch my throat started feeling scratchy and by the end of the period after lunch it felt not only like small porcupines were crawling around in my throat, but rather like they were raving. Now I'm attempting to drown the small raving porcupines with Calm tea, honey and lemon.

Exams are next week and I've spent this week mostly in review. It's dull but fine for the most part, except how every math class my teacher not only gives the impression of being 99.9% indifferent to her job, but who also singles me out to yell at every day as I do things and people slack off around me, even the noticeably-on-phone-under-desk-with-closed-book-all-the-time type of slacking. The only reason I can find for being singled out two to four times a class is that I have a 90% and she doesn't want me to slack and bring the class average down. I get a period every day where my will to accomplish anything is sucked away, I get personally victimized and told along with the rest of my class exactly how we will screw up on the exam and subsequently how that will make our futures suck. As you can tell, my math teacher is pretty much personified sunshine.

More or less my life is pretty uneventful and will probably continue to be, even after exams are over. I'm getting progressively more impatient for the end of senior year but I'm yet to apply to any universities. Next week, after spending a day and a half writing exams, I will marathon those applications.
Hearts,
-J-

My Destiny

Today, around 12:35pm, I was eating a ham and cheese sandwich in a minivan parked in my ghetto church/formerly grocery parking lot while listening to classical music before I drove to work at the library where I get legitimate school marks for my time and effort every weekday afternoon.

Somewhere in this moment of eating my sandwich, listening to classical music and looking at the sketchy people sauntering by outside the minivan, I realized how deeply eccentric a person I am destined to become.
Hearts,
-J-

Legitimate Class. (8/10)

I had a pretty fine New Year's, a pleasant surprise after a long time of having no idea what to do for New Year's because my options all seemed really disappointing. But with luck, a classy potluck arose a few days ahead of time and I got to bring in the New Year with a bunch of lovely people from school. We dressed up, ate a ton of food and drank earl gray tea out of honest to goodness teacups with saucers. Just classy people having a classy time (I'm not sure where Super Smash Bros falls on the classy spectrum, but there was lots of that, too). It offered quite a contrast to the sloppy drunk texts that were coming in from people at other parties.

Someone decided fifteen minutes into 2013 that it was a good idea to go play in the snow, in formal dress. As far as I've heard, fortunately no one has gotten hypothermia from the events that proceeded that. Some people enjoyed playing in the snow more than others.

Hope you guys had a lovely New Year's and have a fantastic 2013!
Hearts,
-J-