Tuesday, October 25, 2011

"Never Gonna Divide You Down, Never Gonna Graph Around, and Hurt You!""

You have no idea how distracting it is when my mind Rick Rolls me during Math Class. No idea. One minute my cranium is a serene lake of knowledge, the next Mr.Farley's voice is completely drowned out by "...never gonna let you down, never gonna mess around, and HURT YOU!"

Generally I don't have this problem (usually its just humming elevator music). Today, well. Today is different. I've been getting up at 6 am every day of the week for one reason or another and staying up long past burning the midnight oil getting various things done. Oh, and this week my Mom and I have upped our  running to 3 1/3 miles every other morning. Really, running past the places and people we do I'm surprised we haven't been abducted yet. I guess all the hard-core weirdies are sane enough to be asleep at 6 a.m.

So, long story short, I'm already ready to drop out of high school and become a mattress tester when you add running, dance, and forgotten schoolwork on Monday night. That is why, this morning, I've officially lost it. Lost something. I'm too tired to remember what. A puppy?

This is my day so far:
6 a.m. Woken up. Promptly go back to sleep.
6:10 a.m. Realize it is Tuesday. Leap like a starved whale after some juicy octopus out of bed.
6:11 a.m. Realize that i'm not in the ocean and land on the hard, cruel floor. Curl up into a ball. Fall asleep again. Dream of jellyfish.
6:15 a.m. Wake up and crawl upstairs. Wander in circles, dazed, then eat the salsa I find on the counter. I think it was salsa...
6:20 a.m. Get dressed.
6:21 a.m. Go back to my room and find pants.
6: 31 a.m. Pack bags, pack lunch, pack children.
6:52 a.m. Get into car. Fall asleep.


7:45 a.m. Arrive at HL (home link). Open eyes are realize I've arrived. Look in mirror and try to rub away imprints on my face from sleeping on weird things in the car. Fail.
8:10 a.m. Hug all my Jimmer friends, say "Whats up in your fishbowl?", etc. Avoiding leaning on anything to prevent dozing. Blipped out of consciousness for a second when hugging someone.
8:15 a.m. Arrive at math class. Wait for teacher. Talk with students while dumping a packet of Zip Fizz into my bottle of water. (Zip Fizz is a vitamin/energy drink supplemental type thingy)
8:20 a.m. Teacher arrives and class begins. So does the song, "Forever Young", in my head.
8:34 a.m. The caffeine is coming and going. I'm alternating between disastrously tired and slap-happy.
8:40 a.m. Teacher is writing out the fraction m/zp. I can barely contain my hysterical laughter as he repeatdly says "Zee pee". I'm mature enough to not laugh out loud but young enough to be cracking up on the inside.
9:32 a.m. Released from class! Somehow levitate upstairs to the Lit. Classroom.
9:40 a.m. Listen to Teacher (mom) and fellow students (Jimmers) discuss and interact whilst I fold my orange student election ballot into a turtle. Draw its shell, a turtle habitat on a piece of homework, and construct the turtle's bio. (Name: George O'Charlie. Gender: Male. Alias: Awkward Turtle. Supper Power: Flight. etc.)
10:03 a.m. Wake up here and there to hear bits and pieces of the class discussion.

Jimmer: "Jimmer, will you be by gingerbread man?"
Jimmer: "Suurreee."
Jimmer: "I LOVE Queen Frostine. She is my bride."
Jimmers: "And the invention of the corn dog indirectly caused the Russian Famine because...."

10:20 a.m. Make George O'Leary eat some of Janelle's (er, I mean Jimmer's) chocolate cupcake in revenge for her claiming Author Bio while handing out homework. Jimmer, George says it was perfection on a popsicle.

12:08 a.m. Released from class and sitting here writing and updating student's grades into the computer for Mother Jimmer. Jimmer, you will be happy to know you have a 110% grade. Other Jimmer, turn in your Reader's Journal.

So yeah. Thats my day so far. Who knows what will come next. All I know is that I need a neck massage and nap time, STAT. Maybe I can persuade Stephy Jimmer to give me a neck massage during Chem....I can bribe her with mysterious salsa.

Will you be my Peppermint Man?,