February 9, 2009
It is a day after my birthday. nothing feels different. forgot to take my meds before school today (due to the fact that i killed my alarm clock this morning in a staring match and it, in malicious spite, accelerated time and somehow it was 10 minutes to go til i had to leave for school when i looked at its digital display). threw my friends into near hysterics due to the state of manner i go into when my meds arent in me (we were all reading a horror manga and i commented on the fact that this zombie had a 'ladyy friendzz'....they still thought he was just dragging along a armless schoolgirl by her ankle...they just dont know true straight up zombie love when they see it...nothing says 'i love you' than chewing off someones arms)
day ended as usual, i crawled down to the theater department head's office and fell asleep curled up in the corner of her couch..everyone thought i was a big piece of fabric cuz i pulled my trench coat over my head...almost was late to buses as a result. i got home and discovered, much to my dismay, that the microphone for my online game (which i will soon be joining a competition team for) is not working for the game all of a sudden...i was slightly irked and gave up an hour early. then i began writing my first journal entry and what i wrote was: scroll up.
p.s. feel free to post in my journal if it so pleases you, just not too many people b/c i dont want my entries to be lost in it.
The Batty Brigade
A Safe Place For Those With Mental or Physical illnesses.
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