Ka-boom, school's out.

I left school early today. Yes, it is the first day after winter break. No, leaving school was not my choice. You see, I'm one of those students that like school, and like learning, and get bored with nothing to think about. I am not one of those students that are happy that a bomb threat forces the principal to evacuate the school in the middle of fourth period and send everyone home.

A bomb threat. How very unreal. Even though my school is the kind that would have one, if anywhere. More than 2000 students, most on the free lunch program, and a good handful in black and chains, glowering at the world. Although it probably wasn't them; that would be stereotyping. No, it was probably one of the quiet ones, that sit in a corner, do their work, and go home to experiment with C4. Aie.

In an alternate universe, the student with the bomb was in one of my classes, and I died. In this one, nothing truly terrible has happened except I have to listen to Sean's stupid comments again in APUSH. It might snow tomorrow.

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Just returned from another epic gym voyage. Since my homework is finished (for once...) I shall detail it. After coming home from school prematurely, I sat around, ate lunch, and did my homework, all the while anticipating my 2:40 orthodontist appointment. Braces are a pain, and the worst bit is when I get a comment like, "Oh, you have braces? Why did you get them when you didn't really need them? Your teeth are straight..."

Yep. I just endure pain as a hobby. Puh-lease, with two syllables, I might have back teeth out of alignment and an overbite. Minor problems, apparently. Anyway...

After getting my braces tightened (joy) I headed over to the gym to take my endorphins. It's nice, just being able to zone out and work. Healthy, too. Although I do get irritated by the Gap Clones. This might not bode well for me on the emotional/psychological front, since they really don't do anything to me as a person; they just offend my sense of individuality. They walk in all bright and bouncy and strength-in-numbers, with stylish, name-brand workout clothes and high-school clique auras and take over a section of elipticals. Fine, there are plenty. They give me a cursory, dismissive look ("Oh, what's that? Someone who looks like they are actually interested in exercise. Must, like, be a geek or something. Whatever.") and start going slowly on the machines, chattering all the way. So much gossip, so little time... Although all of that talking probably does help strengthen their cardiovascular systems.

I can't help it. They bug me. And they are everywhere--school, the mall, the doctor's office--well, maybe not the last. They think that they are right, and they think that they are safe because they try hard to be like their friends in clothes and mannerisms. They won't be made fun of, except by bitter non-conformists.