Dear Die-ary...

I'M OK!!!!! THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME!!!!!! However, many of the lurkers of the locker area were possessed to think that I was going to die.

Well, it all started (Holy crap, I sound like TinTin!!) when I ate a chocolate bar. Galaxy, may I add. Yay! But then the effects of my pancreas dying on me started taking place. Again. So I couldn't feel or move my legs very well. My feet and fingers were tingling. I just felt like lying on the floor and not move. I wish I never said anything, though. For Nikki, Becky, and Charlie started fussing about how I was going to die a horrible horrible death if I didn't go to the MI room (First aid room, medical room, whatever you want to call it) NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW. But, I refused. Dying is fine. Yay! Death! And besides, what's the point going there? They can do nothing. NOOOOOTHING. What can they do? Nothing. Say it with me: NOTHING!! Yeah. So, they threatened to get someone to GET ME. So I scowled it off. But Becky and Charlie went off, still threatening to get someone, while Nikki tried to wrestle me down. I managed to be let go of, and so walked off triumphantly, in a kind of drunken with sugar way.

However, as I was walking off slowly, I saw Charlie coming my way, with 2 women. She pointed at me. The women stared at me. I wanted to run, but, eh, didn't feel like it. Besides, maybe she wasn't going to target me? I was wrong. One rushed towards me, using the councilor, "Are you OK?" speech on me. I did a Zim-like, "I'm fine. Leave me alone," speech to her, and walked off. Soon enough, another woman ran to me (down the corridor, she was calling to me, "Emily," [I hate my name!!] "Emily, EMILY," until it was a demanding, "EMILLLLLLLYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!") and asked the same thing again. I was as sarcastically mean as I could be. These people have no right in my affairs! You know, that's always sounded wrong to me... So she walked off, and I continued to the classroom. Thanks to Charlie, now the councilor-receptionists think I'm terminally ill or something. Maybe I am, but I don't give a f*ck. I entered the classroom, and everyone (my 'friends', this is) started saying how stupid I am for not going to the MI room. Therefore, they did not want to talk to me. I was content sitting there tingling away. Wheeee-heeeeee, tingling!!

So then, next lesson. That was biology for me. But soon enough, my head started drooping, and I found myself spawled out on the desk. Jade, beside me, must have thought that biology must be SOOOOOO boring for me, as she laughed. So I lay there. Not moving much, just twitching and flopping my hands about every now and then. I tingled more and more, until it was just so goddamn painful!! I was lying quietly there. Note that I myself was not tired, but my limbs were. They were so very tired. I looked at the clock. 5 minutes to 3. I lay there still. Suddenly, I see black for a split second, then find myself jerking back upright. The tingling had stopped. I was thirsty and needed the bathroom again, but my limbs weren't tired anymore. What time was it? 3pm. What the heck happened?? If you saw the look on my face, you would've thought someone had stolen all my easter eggs. Heh. But what happened in those 5 minutes?? Did I just fall asleep? Lose COMPLETE lack of time? Or was it... more like... a coma?? Well cool! I don't know what happened to me!! Whooooooooo!! I'm gonna try it again tomorrow!