Well That Didn't Work

NORMALCY THAT ISN'T
I apologize for not having posted in the last few days. Things have actually started to get back to normal, which sucks. Nothing notable has happened at school today recently except the discontinuation of Days of our West Orange Lives (a ridiculously insulting mini-program the Unity Club broadcasts over the announcements system) and the announcement of the un-announced hall sweeps by the administration, who are also the brilliant people that brought us the surprise I.D. check and the holding room. FYI: For those of you have no idea what I'm talking about, suffice to say that the lint in my dryer is smarter than the people running my school. *Only 28 days left* My Advanced Placement exams begin on Monday and I have four of them, so I might be a bit slow keeping up with my blog.

Anyway, as far as things at home, my mom is going to try to go off painkillers for a while and see how much pain she actually feels as opposed to how much pain she thinks she feels while on the drugs. We all miss Ridglea a lot, but "Oh well" seems to be the attitude everyone in my family has been taking about it. I finally got a prom dress, but tailoring it is going to be a pain (for all of my female readers: never, never, never, ever wish you had a large chest if you don't, its a curse and a damn near impossible task to find clothing)Our car will be in the shop getting repairs from the car accident I got into on the fourteenth for another three weeks or so, so I'm pretty much stuck at home until then. Yup, just stuck sitting here with my thoughts.

When my mind races, there's no stopping it. Its a really scary thing when you drive yourself mad, when the only thing you're scared of is yourself and you can't do anything about it.

I never exactly think slowly, in fact, I speak so fast most of the time that my speech becomes slurred. Its crazy, I spit out an attotesla of ideas a second and no one understands what I'm saying. I suppose it doesn't matter, no one understands what I'm saying when I verbalize at a normal rate either, mostly because they usually don't care to listen.

I'm not a genius (well, technically by I.Q. standards, I am, but I don't believe in those kind of measurements for that very reason, they claim that idiots like me are brilliant minds) but I am consumed by my own thoughts and ideas to the point of pure madness. I once made the comparison of how I think to how I think others think to Dennis. I told him that on a regular day, my head was like a stock ticker, an idea flashes before me and is immediately forced out by the next one, like a scrolling marquis. On days like today, its like I've been thrown into the middle of the New York Stock Exchange floor, thousands of those tickers around me. I'm thinking about literally 10+ things at the same time and then, almost instantly, those ten things roll of the ticker and new ones appear.

My three favorite movies, not surprisingly now that I think about it, are "Amadeus," "A Beautiful Mind," and "Phenomenon" and I just realized why.
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