Headache...

Bleh. I feel like death warmed over on a stick.

In other words, I am sick. Yes, sore throat, coughing, fuzzy-brained, and sniffling. In other words, death warmed over on a stick.

I haven't posted in a few days, mainly because I just didn't feel like sharing... and my life is just English right now. I have 11 Hamlet questions to answer, two journals to write, a presentation on Cat's Eye to prepare for, an essay on Hamlet's sanity/insanity to find quotes for, and a poetry presentation on Wednesday.

And. I'm. Sick.

Ick.

The last show was Thursday... it was kind of sad. Frez bought us smiley-nightlights, diaries, and gum (ongoing joke)... so far I have about half the class' signatures/messages in my diary. It will be my yearbook this year, I think.

I'm so sad... all my OAC friends are vanishing... again... Now life is really going to suck. There will only be Jeff and Simon graduating with me, and that's depressing. Basically it means there's no one left. I will be A Girl surrounded by Guys. Normally this would not bother me, but it does now for some reason.

I don't connect on any level with any of my fellow flute players (who, god forbid, look up to me...), and I only know in passing most of the people in choir. In my grade, I have very few friends.

Bleh. I should have fasttracked, gone to uni with the rest of my friends... 'cept I don't want to go to university having barely turned 17.

Ah well. And so it goes. I suppose I still have "So Long, And Thanks For All The Tunes" to remind me of the good times...

(That emoticon should be 'nostalgic and depressed'.)