Invisalign and the Class Psycho

     Yesterday, I went to the dentist's office to get my first Invisalign tray. I don't have too many issues, but my teeth are kind of squished together in my mouth and it's annoying. I have to wear it almost all the time, except when I'm eating or brushing my teeth, which I have to do after every single meal and every single snack. That part kind of bothers me, but whatever. It's better than braces. Last night I actually had a dream about my teeth. The Invisalign was scraping my tongue and making it all painful and swollen. Luckily, that doesn't happen in real life.
     On an unrelated note, I feel compelled to rant about a girl in my class at school. She's got some issues. To give you an idea of what I'm talking about, I will tell you what she did yesterday. I was sitting at my desk, reading a book, when Psycho-Chick started screaming at the teachers about something. She kept saying "I'm not jealous of her!" over and over. She pulls this kind of crap all the time, so I wasn't really paying much attention. I kind of zone out when I'm reading, so it took me awhile to notice that she sounded louder than she did before.
     I looked up from my book, and Psycho-Chick was standing right in front of my desk, screaming at me. She was still just repeating "I'm not jealous of her! What makes you think I'm jealous of her?!" But now she was talking to me. I told her I didn't know what she was talking about, and so she decided to go on a five-minute rant about how she wasn't jealous of me. During said rant, she complained that nobody noticed that she lost two pounds, claimed that nobody cared about her, and said that everyone was so rude and mean for not noticing that she had thrown out half her wardrobe and lost two pounds.
     What. The. Fuck.

     That's what was going through my head as this girl screamed at me. Eventually the teachers came over and got her out of the classroom. I didn't see her again until later that day, in the afternoon. I said hi to her, since when she's not flipping out she can be nice, and she told me, loudly, not to upset her.
     Today, the rest of my class was going on a field trip, but Psycho-Chick and I weren't going. We were supposed to go to two different classrooms, and mine was in the High School, which is connected to the middle school. The two of us went with a teacher, and we dropped Psycho-Chick off first. She spent the entire time yelling at the teacher and calling her mean. All because she wouldn't let her talk to another teacher, who was absent. As in, not there. At the school. To talk to. When we got to the classroom she was supposed to stay in, she refused to go. Instead, she followed us all the way to the High School, yelling at the teacher. This is the kind of thing I have to deal with on a regular basis. -_-'

Sickness and Internet Tourette's

     I'm going to get this out of the way right now, because if I don't say it, I will lose my fucking mind. COLDS. FUCKING. SUCK. I'm mostly better now, but trust me, it still sucks. My nose is raw from blowing it too much, and I can't sing because my throat is all messed up. For someone who's as obsessed with music as I am, not being able to sing is worse than death.

     Well, maybe not worse than death. But again, it still sucks.

     You know, it's almost like this is my own private web diary. I have a real, paper diary, but this is different. My actual diary is filled with rationed entries that last a certain length and all talk about boring stuff. This is like an internet journal. I don't need to ration my entries or ramble about pointless crap forever. Granted, I do that a lot on here, but I do it because I want to. Can I tell you now, what made me decide to do this?
     There's a website called Your World of Text. I used to go on there all the time and try to make it through by typing pointless but still very fun to create ramblings, like this one. The problem was, since other people could type too, my weird posts and ramblings were often deleted or changed in some way. I realized I needed someplace to write these things where nobody would change them. That's when I decided to make this blog.
     I don't know if it technically counts as a blog, since I don't talk about the walk I took on this day, or the food I ate on that day. That's the kind of stuff that goes in my diary. No, this is where I go to unload all the crap that my diseased mind has decided to create. Someday I'll look back on all this and wonder what the fuck was wrong with me. Future me, if you're reading this, let me answer your question: Everything. Everything is wrong with me, and I couldn't give less of a shit.
     You may have noticed that I'm cursing a lot more than I used to. I don't curse this much in real life. It just happens on the internet. It's like I have some rare form of Tourette's Syndrome that only affects me on the internet. Come to think of it, that probably happens to everyone. Seriously. Find me one person who doesn't swear as soon as they can type out their obscenities on a keyboard.
     There's not much more for me to talk about. Until next time.