sunshine_queen | "Freakin' NIGHTMAHR." (Reply)

I am SICK. Meh.

Today was decent- woke up and felt like crap with only 5 1/2 hours of sleep, got prettied up for picture day, went to school. In drama we played some games and then we interviewed a someone in the class. I paired up with Alejandra, the girl from AP Euro last year, and turns out she's waaaaaaay religious. And then we got into a discussion about absolute truth. The girl's really smart, but very narrow-minded.

I understood things in math! Joy! I also couldn't breathe.

Went to lunch. Mehed at my sickness and talked with Addy and a bit with

Heather and hardly at all with Philly, which is really sad, as I NEVER see Philly anymore.

Took pictures in the auditorium after lunch, hope I came out decent.

Back in Khausinau's room, he started talking about the proper ways to quote things in essays. Many examples ensued. Then he said that we could never ever ever ever start a sentence with a quotation and run off from there, because he said so.

So I asked why.

And he said because he said no.

And I said he needed a logical explanation.

He said, because he said no.

I said, don't mess with my head, I'm sick and I want an answer.

And him (and everyone else in the class) seemed to think that I was questioning why I, Madeline, could not use it. Dude, like I care? I just wanted to know why I-as-a-hypothetical-person couldn't. And then Caitlin turned around and snapped, he said no! Just accept it!

And I glared.

And Khausinau goes, and now she's pissed. But I don't care.

I didn't participate for the rest of the participation part of class.

He assigned work, and Janelle came over to work with me. As I writing, Khausinau bounds down the aisle, and literally hops into the seat next to me and starts staring me.

Yes? I say coolly.

Are you mad at me? he asks.

And I say, still cool, No, I'm not, and went back to work. And then decided I didn't want to not have him understand, so explained that I didn't care how I quoted, but I wanted to know why I couldn't in general. So he explained, and then he asked Janelle if I held a grudge. Janelle said I was mad at her once for a week, which was a lie, or something, and then he asked how long I would be mad at him. I said I'd be over it by the end of the class period.

Towards the end of class, he comes over AGAIN, and this is after I've talked to him a bunch of times about work and books and essays and whatnot and asks, very seriously, are you still mad at me? and I'm like, dude. No. Not mad. Too much energy is wasted on grudges. And he peers into my face and declares me not angry.

Doesn't care indeed.

Felt worse on the bus, and then got picked up by Mommy. Talked to her for a while, catching her up on what she missed yesterday, and then we picked up Mel, and then we went to the hospital.

Daddy looks great and didn't seem to be in too much pain. I felt bad so I dozed on and off in a chair against the wall until Mom said we were going. We went home, and Mel is sleeping over at Talisa's (with Carina) so she packed her bags and we dropped her off there. Apparently everyone thought I was coming too, because the baby was all distraught that I wasn't getting outside and Tata came to the door and looked at me like I was killing her softly. I called out, I'm sick! And we blew kisses at each other.

And then Mommy took me to Blockbuster to get 'Mulholland Drive'. Ah! Am so excited. We're going to watch it tonight after we eat because it's just the two of us. Whoa. She's at the hospital now, so I'm here all by my lonesome. I love the silence.