I am still sick. You know, the kind of sick that makes you feel like you got hit by a bus. I am just tired and cold and achey all the time. I feel like lying around, drinking hot beverages, and being entertained. Well actually, that's how I always feel. But more than usual.
In addition to this, last night I noticed this lump on the side of my neck. I thought, "Huh. That's wierd. I don't have one of those on the other side." Ten minutes later I felt another right under it. Then there was another one under that. Then I found one at the base of my neck and one right under my jaw, all on the same side. I google image searched the lymphatic system. Yup. It matched perfectly. If I have a gland on the left side of my body, it's swollen. By morning they had all gotten significantly bigger, so that a couple of them are quite visible. They are hard under my skin, and if you poke them, they move. I am slightly freaked out by this. I'm pretty sure at least one of them bumps up against something when I swallow. We're calling the doctor about it. I hope it is just because of whatever I already have.
First block today I had a bio test. I basically knew what I was talking about, but I still probably only did okay. I have realized that AP bio is an absolute bitch of a class, and that I actually have to study for it, hard. I have no idea why it took me this long to realize that.
Anyway, during the test I amused myself by internally responding to multiple choice questions like, "After the repressor bonds to the activation site, RNA polymerase..."
with, "I'll repress your activation site!"
Most of them actually didn't sound that theatening. Most of them just sounded incredibly dirty. Like, "I'll activate your genes!" and "I'll bond to your protein complex!"
Then for the rest of the day I just wanted to pass out. Like, fall over on the floor and just be unconscious. I came pretty close to it in physics. I spent most of the block kind of collapsed over my desk with my head on my book. I'm pretty sure Julian tried to talk to me once or twice about what we were doing, and all I said was something like, "mumble mumble your operons, mumble."
Then I met with my Odyssey group about our giant Odyssey group project, which I am giving up my entire weekend to, apparantly. I do not really know what's going on. I should probably research this guy. I mostly just talked to random people about random stuff, and also told everyone The Story About the Kid Who Jumped out the Window, which I'm surprised the rest of them hadn't already heard. It goes like this:
"Fifteen years ago, in this very classroom, a kid was arguing with his teacher about free will. The kid said he had it, and the teacher said he didn't. 'Of course I have free will,' said the kid. 'I could jump out that window right now if I wanted to.' 'No you couldn't,' said the teacher. 'You say you could, but that isn't a real option for you. There's no way you would really do it.' So the kid walked over to the window and jumped out of it."
"Oh my God! Did he die?"
"No, but he was in a full body cast for a while."
"Who was he? What was his name?"
"Nobody remembers. Everybody just called him 'Geronimo' after that."
At this point, the arrogant, somewhat Adam-like kid in my group talked about how he could probably jump out that window and only wreck his knees.
Then I had JV jazz band, (I am referring to them as varsity and JV from now on) which I sucked at more than ninety percent of the so-called "lower level" kids. I have to actually practice, so that I can actually learn to play the freaking trombone. I will also say this: I am sick of Dave thinking that he is the shit at trombone just because he is the best trombone player in the school. He is really not that awesome. He makes lots of mistakes, he just sucks less than me, Valerie and Chris. And even though he is better than me, it would be nice if he didn't talk about it all the time. Someday I will just say, "Yeah? Well I'm better at flute than you are at trumpet, and better at guitar than you are at bass." And he will shut up.
He shows off the fact that he knows a lot about music theory too. And sometimes he gets stuff wrong.
I mean, I don't think I'm mad at him for real. I think I am mostly just grumpy because of my cold, my lymph nodes, and the prospect of a nonexistant weekend. (PMS might add to it slightly too.)
Oh well. At least therapy's going well. I have mostly been complaining about my mom. Which is, of course, what she's afraid I'm doing. It makes me feel guilty, but hopefully it will also make me stop wanting to pack up, steal the car and head west just to get the hell out of my house.
In conclusion, a snow day tomorrow would be the best thing ever. Everyone do a snow dance for me.
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