I leave poetry in library books

Sometimes I fear I have an undiagnosed mental illness. I guess a lot of people feel that way, right? Just because not everyone seeks out help doesn’t mean they don’t feel like that. I mean, am I technically sane because I decided I was, or because society didn’t place me in the “crazy” category? I’m not sure. One in five teenagers goes through depression according to research but where is that one in five at my school? Maybe they left already, because my school is so caught up in its reputation that there’s no time for suicidals. What makes a sane person? Where are the guidelines for this? I’d like to see a rule book, because quite frankly, neurotics such as myself find it hard to play along with society’s game when the rules are so vague.
I’m also vegan now. But no, that does not mean I enjoy lengthy discussions about the benefits of lima beans in one’s diet, despite what my mother thinks. Lima beans are good for iron (they contain 4.4 whole milligrams! Wahoo! P.S. “Wahoo” is a word; I originally typed “woohoo” and it came up with a red squiggly line, and “wahoo” was in the spelling suggestions…oh wait, never mind, I just googled “wahoo” and it’s a type of tropical fish), and as a girl who is yet to reach menopause I need 33 milligrams of iron a day. That’s a lot. Like a ton; probably why my vegetarian friend takes iron tablets as well. But props to my parents; they didn’t make me go see a doctor first who would most likely prescribe to me said tablets, like that one time I went to see a naturopath when I was 13 and she gave me these weird tablet things that tasted like grass and vegemite even though she said I was quite healthy. I admit I did lie to get her to say that, but only about how much water I drank…so maybe that doesn’t count so much? And she still gave me pills.
You know what’s great? That song, Dirty Little Secret by the All American Rejects. I hope I put capitals in the right places there. Especially the music video; it’s so awesome. The song is heartfelt and way too honest but I feel like I can relate to it; like that part about having gay sex at church camp. Yeah, that’s right. 3 times.
Okay, I’m totally lying but only because my parents never sent me to church camp. I think I would have liked to have gone, but then I also think I might have felt quite frustrated being in amongst people who took the Bible literally.
I really need to go study or do something as educational as possible. I have a practice exam tomorrow for Revolutions, and I’m kind of not freaking out, which is a terrible thing. I just hope that in the real exam I won’t behave like I did in my last SAC. I basically went into the room, sat down, looked at the front page and stopped breathing. I don’t think it was a panic attack, but I don’t know. Geesh, why don’t they teach these things in school? There’s nothing useful like politics or how to act when your parents are disappointed in you for not agreeing with their beliefs. I shall meditate and all shall be good.
Here’s a fun Revolutions picture.
Or not; I kind of suck techonologically. It was a picture of a red M&M being Lenin and it was really cool.
May you forever sparkle with gypsy magic.