A World Of Beautiful Glitches

Well I’m back from school. I attempted to get out early today, on account of my “monthly event” and the excruciating pain that goes with it. I said, “attempted” because I didn’t actually pull it off. Mr. Temple saw me dying in the back and excused me. What a nice guy. It was 40 minutes until school was over so I groaned my way to see Poison Ivy, who sent me back to get a signature. I probably could have had a stab-wound and she would still have shooed me away arrogantly. I came back with a signature this time and waited on the floor for my mother to be called. I had to get into the fetal position while Poison Ivy argued with random angry students, leaving my phone call till last. I seriously considered running out the front gate. I wonder what they would do. Would someone chase me? When I finally got my note for Mr. Nose Ring at the gate, he wouldn’t open the back gate for me. I had to sit and wait again. Then the bell rang, and I realized that I might have been better off just laying on Mr. Temple’s floor :)

I feel pretty good now. I was watching a British comedy that was utterly terrible but I get to blog and sleep and I feel much more relaxed. I just wish I didn’t have to read my psychology textbook. It’s so overwhelming!

I was talking to Yan about “the monthly visitor,” and how it’s really a glitch in the female sex, though I honestly don’t mind mine. I know people get a head rush when they stand up after being sprawled out on the ground. That’s a glitch that affects everybody. Or when you stuff your mouth full of grapes and can’t get a sentence out that makes the least bit of sense. And when you wake up early in the morning and can’t see straight. Or when you get the phantom pain. Pun knows what I mean, right? You know, if you poke yourself in the bellybutton… go ahead. Try it. See? It seems to affect nerves in other unrelated places. I wonder what kind of glitches the male sex has. I like the glitches, though. They’re kind of endearing. They help me to realizing my own mortality. I am reminded ever time I have a glitch, that I am in fact fragile, and softly moving through this world. Walking towards…. who knows what? Maybe we are all just beautiful glitches too.