Zelda: Majora's Mask music on repeat, forever!

I cannot get rid of the utmost goodness that is Zelda: Majora's Mask music off the repeat button. Ooh, the memories! Oh wait, I can. Now it's AFI XD damn, now I've ruined the awesomeness that was my title, woe is me..but not really.

So! the lack of updates lately is due to my being sick. Yay. Seriously, one second I was laughing and walking around, the next my throat was killing me and I ached all over. I went to bed and woke up an hour lately with one of those stupid shake attacks and I felt crappeh. So, naturally, I didn't go to IT the next day, or art. Which annoys me, but at least I missed out on portrait drawing! XD

I hate being sick, since I get bored REALLY easily and all. So I was just sitting on the couch, fidgeting, and thinking, which is never a good thing for me. I think way too much already, and it isn't good thinking it's more thinking of how many different ways I could possibly be murdered if I was left at home alone and someone broke in. XD This line of thinking usually makes me laugh, because I think so far ahead before anything has even happened. The good thinking I have involves a mental image of a child walking around, then suddenly tripping over. Now THAT makes me laugh. Oh yes.

Anyway, so I ended up sleeping on the couch and I woke up at around 12 at night SOAKED in sweat. It freaked me out. It was so bad that I had to get changed. Mum told me that it was just my body helping me get better. I thought it was my body's way of telling me to have a shower myself, or it would do it.

The next day I had an english exam, and since english is basically the most important subject, I dragged myself out of bed. Mum said I didn't have to go, but there was no way that I was going to be left behind. So I went there and I felt fine for a bit, then halfway through the test I started getting heat flushes and I felt sick. Not to mention my nose was all stuffy and I was trying to sniff without grossing anyone nearby. XD But, I either did alright with the essay, or I completely missed the point. I'm starting to think I completely missed the point.
I'm also starting to think that I actually MADE myself so sick from being stressed out because of school. I've still been having nightmares every night.

Next day I went to art, the teacher asked me why I was there, since he basically said that I looked like crap.

Teacher: What are you doing here if you're sick?!
ME: o_o are you mad?! it's ART! I ain't missing out!*is *SO* not missing out on two classes*

We only did a prac. lesson, so I actually could have missed two art classes, since I left the work I was going to do at home anyway.
So we did all this doodling stuff and I started my Port folio. In art everyone always talks about what's going on with the world, so I start talking as well...and I'm shut down right away with a "No offence, but you're too young to understand." I guess I am. And I am pretty naive, so I basically just listen to what everyone has to say, then I take it in and think about it myself. I sort of piece together the parts I like to make my own view that makes sense, and has evidence behind it. So art class isn't really a loss because I always come home having learned something new. They do make me feel a bit stupid though, because they know so much about what's going on with the world. I don't bother with the newspaper or Television, since you can't believe either of them.
It was really great talking to Erin, though. Surpringly, as different as we are, we're also VERY alike in our morals and such. We were able to have really long conversations yesterday about our and our parents' experiences at school and what they need to change there.

In my port folio I'm trying to find a theme, but there's so much I want to improve on, that I know everything's going to end up all over the place @_@ and I have so much homework!

When I got home after art, I was so freaking hyper. I think it's because I'm getting better. But seriously, I was REALLY, REALLY hyper, more so than usual. I think I annoyed the crap out of my parents because I kept following them everywhere. XD

Oh, I also had the weirdest dream last night. I was in a carpark, and I see Marilyn Manson getting into his car, so it went...
ME: Hey.
MM: Hello! how are you?
ME: I'm good thankyou, how are you?
RANDOM: *Interupts, somehow thinking that I was talking to him* I'm good thanks!

Then Manson got in his car as the random got into his and he rammed it over and killed the random. XD
THEN! he got out a machine gun and tried to shoot me. I dived behind this couch that was there for some reason, then got up again and he shot me seven times in the neck. And I felt it.. ._. it hurt like HELL, but it seemed like it only grazed my skin or something, since I was still alive and he was getting frustrated, because he couldn't kill me. So yes, then I had a dream that I got hurt and I was bleeding, and I'm just staring at this blood on my hand and another lady saw it and told me to go home. XD So I did!

~Kilij