This is my life.

Today, I think, can easily be seen as my life encapsulated in a day.

I didn't feel very...feeling-ish for the first part of today. I felt kind of apathetic when my classmates were happy and excited, and I felt silly and internally giggly when my classmates were bored. I wrote slashfic between two of my characters while in my "Academic Lab" (which is my "get your homework done here" class, first class of the day). At the beginning of English, I overheard some classmates talking about how they were kicked off the elevator because they didn't have passes, and I agreed that their action was not morally wrong while wavering unsteadily as I stood. Then I tried to get my WACOM tablet to work. It didn't work, so I just used the internet while legitimately listening to Ms. Happ-Mendel read us Dracula.

During lunch, I went to the Beatles club, where one girl complimented the existence of my sonic screwdriver. We all got distracted by kazoos and created "modern art music" and did the William Tell Overture. Then we got it together and did a semi-good rendition of the first song from the Sgt. Peppers' album.

After lunch, I got to my Animation class. I was feeling kind of silly, and I knew I was supposed to animate, but I didn't want to animate anything, so I animated a line. Because the tablet suddenly worked again. It was a moving line; it was bending and making shapey things and stuff, and I was kind of pleased with it. I talked a little bit with my classmates, but they were mostly distracted by bad puns on the internet (by "bad puns", I don't mean inappropriate ones, I mean stupid ones). I was giggly and all, but no one else was. I worked on my slashfic. It wasn't coming along well. Then I awkwardly tried to explain to my teacher that I was animating a line, although I don't think I communicated this fact very well.

During Seventh Block, I was feeling insanely happy. Not happy per se; more like giddy and out-of-it. In a good way. Like if I'd taken four painkillers and was beginning to feel the effects beyond the lack of pain. I was not physically coordinated. I mean worse than before. I didn't mind it, though. I felt hilarious. I felt silly. I love to feel silly. I continued writing my slashfic and let a friend read it because she wanted to. She liked it. Then I sat with my back to a tree, writing and singing to "I Am the Walrus", which I was playing aloud on my computer. I wished one of my friends a happy birthday (which I didn't find out until I got to school), and I sonic'ed her for no good reason. Avalon and I both said something really funny (I don't remember what) and then I went to class.

I had Mr. Powers' class. He talked about science fiction and I brought up the subject of tesseracts. He said that, if you mention  tesseracts in your writing as an explanation for something, you immediately sound smarter and more legit. Then I found out that black holes, in real life, have sort of a ring of light around them (residual from the things they ate up), so now one of my characters, who is a personified black hole, sometimes has a ring of light around him if he wants it to appear. (He can turn it on and off.) After his spiel, he let us "write", which meant that I completely goofed off and talked to Luce about our characters. (Hers and mine respectively, that is.) She told me a sad but awesome fantasy story that she's working on, and I told her about my character Sawyer and how he lives in a present-like semi-dystopic future and he now has drug problems. Then I put the story so far, Nowhere is the Only Place (finished novella), and the slashfic on her computer, which she put in a file titled "CRAP". (I described my stories as "my crap"; my language was quite loose today. Which means I said "damn" and "crap" and stuff sometimes.) Then I gave Tobi the same stuff to read. And I found out she apparently didn't know who Moriarty was until I told her. And I was lying on the tables and stuff.

After class, I went to work, where, after some confusion about who was going to be there and who wasn't, I taught some kids about storytelling and did in-class projects along with them. They were getting more enthusiastic about it, I think. Then my mum came for me after my job was done. She took me to get Beckt, who was at her swim practice. Then Mum got fast food for her and a large soda for me, but she had to borrow money from me to do so, and she owes Becky and me a large amount of money and has for a while. She dropped Becky off at a church thing, where I said hi to some of Becky's friends who know me.

When I got home, I could not find either shampoo for my shower tomorrow or cookies for tonight. (I was kind of dreading not being able to have haircuts in the future and the concern was carrying over to that day. Long story.) Then I wanted to watch Doctor Who in my room because I'd spent the whole day imagining that the Fifth Doctor was my imaginary friend. I left my computer cord at school. Cue inconsolable sobbing because things weren't going my way at all since I got home. And because the Fifth Doctor wasn't real and I'd been pretending that he was my imaginary friend and not watching Doctor Who was like not being allowed to see my imaginary friend, if that makes sense. (Also, not being able to find shampoo or cookies is more upsetting for me than you'd think. I hate being unable to find things, it mocks me in some ways. Don't ask.) But then I complained to Mum and she let me take a shower using my father's shampoo. (Hair's a really big thing for me, okay?) She then told me to watch Doctor Who, but I decided not to and used the internet instead. And I ran around the house singing and speaking incomprehensibly to myself.

Now I'm here. On the internet. Home alone and listening to Johnny Cash to relax me.

I usually don't say that any one day encapsulates my life, but this day really does.