One of the disadvantages of being a carless transfer student, that.

So the nurse ushered me into the hallway, claiming I looked as though I was about to faint (though when I checked the mirror, I seemed to look the same as always; I wonder if she's trying to tell me something...) and that was that. I finished up my history homework while I waited and made an effort to start on TOK, but was distracted by hypochondria. In addition to the aforementioned maladies, I also diagnosed myself with arthritis, catatonia, and rheumatism, and resolved to start taking those infernal vitamins again.

Then I went home. I'm still there. Maybe I'll sleep soon, assuming I can. I actually caught seven straight hours a couple days ago. The night after, on the other hand, I couldn't fall asleep to save my life, and started writing at random. Which is why I have four and a half pages of absolute nonsense relating to Chauvelin, Anna Sui, social Darwinism, and Agrippina the Elder. And then a couple more pages of Marius angst, because Hugo didn't give him nearly enough...

And then, on Sunday, I ran into a girl who hasn't contacted me for about two years. We proceeded to exchange phone numbers, utilize them, and then to babble endlessly; and then she unwittingly jammed me into a rather interesting, if unflattering, situation. I still need to dig myself out of this one.

Oy. Five more days till spring break. Its not so far away...

Let's end this entry with a random quiz, then:

Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You?

Not bad. I was expecting Screech.

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What the heck? Diaryland ads are so... just so. I look up at the top of the screen and there's a dancing waffle asking me if I've had breakfast today. I haven't, mind you, and I detest waffles, but this bears looking into... The World's First Dancing Breakfast Product, you say? Time to check out this Waffle Wonderland, methinks...

Waffle. That's such an odd word once you spin it around in your head for a few minutes. But then, so are most other words. I'm sick, I tell you, I don't know what I'm writing.

Adieu.