But I took a Midterm exam today anyway. Not sure I did so well on it, but speaking to others who took the exam, I don’t feel as strange about it. They were pretty lost too, and most of our grade depends on our classwork anyway.
Really though I shouldn’t worry so much. I mean, I’m a crazy person off her meds, who can still function. I should be proud that I’m managing as well as I am. I remember to eat and sleep, and shower… well sometimes I forget to shower, but mostly I remember, and I remember to do my homework and go to class on time, and that’s a lot to remember when you have the attention span of a gnat, the memory span of a goldfish (“Look! A Castle!”) and are easily frustrated. So yeah, I’m not doing half bad.
GET THE CURSOR OFF THE MOVIE!!!
Yeah, you guessed it. I’m in Animation history class again. I’ve dispenced with the blow by blows, but here I am still, about to watch a movie called “Gerald McBoing Boing” which though the story is by Dr. Seuss, looks nothing like a Seuss film, artistically speaking… but… it walks like a Seuss, and it Talks like a Seuss, so I guess it is a Seuss.
I’m glad EOP is over, because, even though I miss it, it’s nice to have my evenings back, since I’m only in Ensemble in Man of La Mancha. Though I do seem to loose Thursdays from here on out which doesn’t fare well for ER and CSI, I get Tuesdays back, bust in time for Tonight. ROA!!!! RETURN OF ALEX. *Bounces.* I can’t wait… I wonder… ITBIAL? *Higgles.*
A though just occurred to me. The sort of thought that makes it necessary to separate me from the other children. “Shits and Giggles.” They sometimes say “He did it just for Shits and Giggles.” Well the Giggles I get… but what does he want with the Shits? I don’t want the Shits… do you want the Shits? No. No one wants the Shits.
“This Story is told through the eyes of a madman………. who like all of us, thought he was sane.” Story of my life dear… story of my life… or the preface for a Cartoon based on the Edgar Alan Poe Poem “The Raven.” Well at least this is what the Professor tells us. What he doesn’t seem to realize, is that this is not “The Raven.” I was promised “The Raven” but this is “The Tell Tale Heart.” I am displeased. The Monkey is not Happy. Grrrrr. (Insert Monkey Sounds Here.)
I’m debating weather to go to Russell Sage Dining Hall for Dinner after this, or go home and eat the Leftovers in My Fridge. I have Rice and Salad from the Japanese Delivery Place. You know what… I’m going to Russle Sage. Mah GF and the gang will be there… and I could use a social pick me up. They’re a cool crowd. Yesh.