Hello, Clipboard and Stethoschope-Equipped Man

Well. Calls from teachers are never a good thing.
I've never had one before.
I've never done anything wrong.
But nonetheless, almost falling over in class and looking like an actual vampire has its benefits.
Double vision episode doesn't help my case either, or fatigue, or head aches, or lost concentration, obsessive thought patterns, "poor breathing habits", staring blankly.
So, to the doctor's I go. Yay.

Thank you Phillip, for supporting my relationship with diet colas.

Now onto more serious things! ... (Ellipses should be used always- even if you've already used punctuation and there is nothing to be mysterious about.) We missed teacher slave day. What happened to Mayhew beat-boxing? The Pokemon them song being part of the morning announcements? Shame... Luckily, I've found a small deposit of Nietzsche and Sartre in my basement for some light reading- to replace the frivilous things I lack. -_-

I'll think of something entertaining and decent to say when something entertaining and decent happens. For now, I'll continue to fit as many chords into my Eminor progression. (Three-chord songs piss me off). Go forth and multiply, eat all of your vegetables, and put the toilet seat down.