Isn't it funny the way life knocks you around? Yesterday I was feeling so depressed I couldn't cope and today I'm practically bouncing out of my seat. Chemicals are wonderful, dangerous things, you know. And I love writing, but they say that sitting in front of a screen makes Jack a dull boy. (I've seen studies, you know.) Is this stream of consciousness? Well, it's my consciousness, but it's more like a trickle. Then a deluge. Haha, I can never seem to work steadily. Of course, that's probably because I've been depressed and spending time in front of screens. Oh, damn these perfect fingernails. They're always getting in the way of typing. Every keystroke clicks loudly and sometimes slides to the wrong letter. Then I have to correct it. I hate correcting it. Dictating would be easier, except on the days when I'm depressed. I don't know if even a secretary would know what I'm saying when I cry, and I certainly wouldn't want to force one to try and decipher my garbled up blubbering. I always talk in circles when I cry. I think it's because I think in circles when I'm depressed. But obviously I'm not depressed now because the chemicals have been changed. New medication! Now if only I could cut the damn long fingernails. They do so get in the way.
So, the new things. (Besides medicine.) School is going well, we're playing the Halloween theme. Most of the people who've heard my vibraphone part think it's creepy, but I've never seen Halloween, so I wouldn't know. I like the way it sounds, actually, the way one pattern flows into another; plus it's simple enough to learn the first day you get it. Which is nice, 'cause I've been out of school a lot. But anyway, I've never seen Halloween, but the original Michael Myers came down here for interviews and at first I was excited because I thought it was Mike Myers the funny actor, but then I found out no, it was the guy who played a killer in a Kirk mask. So that was a little disappointing.
I think I'm more afraid of scary movies than people who watch them. Maybe it's that whole "you fear what you do not understand" thing.
I'm so glad I get to have a drink now. Not an alcoholic one or anything, I'm too young for that, but just a cold kool-aid or tea or something. I wish we had coke in the house. My muscles hurt, it's strange. They've been hurting for the past few days. I don't know how well I'll cope at the football game tomorrow, but I'll see. Besides, I should count my blessings not having to work. Hmm, I feel sleepy. Maybe I'll take a nap before getting started on my math project that was due today. I don't want to do it, but I lucked out and still have a chance to, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Then I have to read some pages in my English book for a debate tomorrow, which reminds me that I have to do my English project which is troublesome, but I shouldn't complain because I have time and anyway it's y fault for procrastinating if it's rushed. I just need to stop whining and get my chin up. I mean, it's not like I'm depressed anymore.