For me. I'm officially off the Depakote a day. My head is pounding- as it would turn out, Depakote is a known migraine aleviator. Funny ****. Oh well. I woke up feeling ok. For the first time in a long time. I took a shower and I made the bus for Voc. I was proud. And chef commented that I looked awake. I was amazed. I would not try Chipotle again. But I tried everything else. Including garlicy peppers. Ha. But apparently parsley gets rid of garlic breath. I was seriously considering bringing some every day, just for this class. I can't stand tasting it all day. I like eating it, I like the taste, and the smell. But not all day. It makes me too paranoid. I did my safety test and I feel like I did well. Guess I'll find out, won't I?
And so yes. I made it through Spanish and she didn't make me fail epically in front of the whole class. I don't know my verbs, I don't understand them. Well ***** for me, eh? Then Biology and I swear I was still feeling great till the minute she said hello. I don't know what did it for me, but the minute my *** hit the seat I stumped over sideways. I could not stay awake. I was literally taking notes, and I'd be midword and then jump awake and realize I had passed out and slumped over and my pen was dragging across the page. Then I read to find out where we were, and the word I was writing wouldn't even be in the notes. Another epic fail. But I consider today an overall win. I finished my dragon drawing in History. I hung it on the wall when teacher left the room. I felt cool. It's a nice picture. A bit mindboggling. But not really. Just black pen, on black pen, on black pen. In different patterns. I went home on steve's bus.
I mention that at lunch my mommy didn't toast my sandwich so I jammed it, bananas, slices of bread, peanut butter, and all, into the toaster. It got stuck. I thought I was gonna burn the school down. but I got it out. It's yummy warm. And goldfish. It never all fits in my purse.
Today was my mom's birthday! Happy birthday Mommy. I love you. I made her a brownie. I also picked out the kind of cake, strawberry. And chocolate ice cream. We had my memere and grampy, uncle, dave, and the neighbors over. It was great. We sung, but people didn't stay long cause it's late and a weeknight. Me, jon, steve, and roxanne played Marioparty and 007 for the N64. That was also great. I had the most stars. I felt really super.
I watched Click tonight. And it was really sad. It's the only movie besides UP that I cry through, every time. It's death, again, that gets me. Loss and death.
Parts of me says I'm only happy because I'm being numbed through the nights that used to drag on forever, and because I'm being drugged happy. That's what I'm taking now. No more mood stabilizers. I realize, though it seemed stupid when she did it. I felt like she was just cutting me loose to float into the ocean and probably be eaten alive. But maybe she's getting it, how depressed I was feeling. Because I get it. That without mood stabilizers, I'm not being pulled to balance, I'm just being yanked upwards. Maybe this is a good thing. I'm a little excited. For once in my life. There was something else? I was excited about all day? But I don't remember what. Bah.
Oh yeah, also. Steve farted. So I was climbed over the couch to avoid walking through it and so he lifted me over. But I tried to swing my leg. And I accidently slammed the top of my foot onto the wood in the couch. And I thought I broke it, wow, it hurt so bad. I had a pretty good size welt, for a non serious injury like that. It still hurts. But obviously I survived.
Today was such a good day for me.
I don't want to be a pie!
I don't like gravy...