on the verge of insanity (though really not)

Well, welcome back Hidden Hurting Heart! It’s lovely to have you back in out OD world. And since I’m discussing my insanity with you, why not share with the world?

It all started in pre-calc. (Of course). Right. No it didn’t. It started when I walked into the band room and realized I had catsup on my relatively new khakis? I don’t even use catsup at lunch… really sad. So after band and English came pre-calc, where I proceeded to be told that our quiz has been changed from Wednesday to… tomorrow. Oh. Gee thanks. Minor hyperventilation by dreamergrrl. Suddenly, I become really slap happy. Now, I have this theory that it’s after-effects of that cold medicine which really knocked me out yesterday, but I mean, it was way past 12 hours. Who knows. I’m sitting there in pre-calc, laughing at something Marcia says, and start coughing. (because this is what happens when I laugh) I laugh even harder that I’m coughing, which only further induces the coughing. Horrible, really.

Eventually it was just bad. Sitting there, I kept laughing, I kept going through tissue packets, kept saying, “and there’s catsup on my pants!”, kept not knowing how to do a problem… it was just BAD. Ron or Steve would look at me, and I’d just be GONE… so that was the beginning of my insanity, methinks.

I come home, do about two hours worth of AP US history (I suppose this is enough to push anyone over the edge) and proceed to iron my clothes for the night. (I had to attend a college meeting for Harvard, Georgetown, Duke, and Penn…) So I start ironing, and I start speaking to myself out loud. Telling myself how crazy I am… I’ll give you a sample:

I’m insane. You’re insane… if people hear you they’re going to think you’re crazy. Too many things to do. Ahh, I’m dying. I hate this! Sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick, sick. You know maybe if you weren’t doing so much you wouldn’t be so crazy. Why am I thinking like this? Maybe someone downloaded into my body. I hope they didn’t. That would be scary. I wonder if they could. Yeah that’s what you think. Whoa, that sounded like Doug. That was Doug’s voice. I bet it was DOUG that downloaded into my body. Why would he do that? He’s such a strange kid… I wish they would get out. I wish I could have me back. I’m crazy. I really think I’m going insane. I’ve gone over the edge. If anyone hear’s they’re going to think I’m insane. Insane insane insane.

Yeah. Hmm. Luckily no one was in my house. Well, actually… I wouldn’t have done it if someone were in my house. It’s like my obsession with talking to spiders and ants. I’m convinced I’ve finally frightened the spiders into submission. They know I mean business. But the ants… yeah they’re slower or something. They don’t seem to realize that if I see them in my house I WILL kill them. I screamed at them for about 45 minutes on and off once. They still don’t seem to get it, although it’s warmer and they’re not around anymore.

Right.

I’m being

~swept away in insanity~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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