Yesterday I said I was a little headachey and weird? It's worse now. My first ever actual migraine. And the pain meds I took were probly a little screwy... I'm weirdly hyperactive and loopy, and I have the attention span of a walnut.

I intended to say of a fruit fly or something similarly sense-making, but a walnut seemed to fit much better for some reason.

And as I haven't been able to finish an entire train of thought today, the only thing I've been able to actually reach a conclusion about is this-

Fifth grade graduations suck.

In case you didn't guess, I had to go to my little brother's graduation from elementary school today. And this was before I had access to my lovely little pill of pain relief, and I swear I felt like my brain had an immobile chainsaw stuck through it.

Every time the audience applauded, the chainsaw would turn on and start shredding my mind again. Once the applause stopped, it would stop. And my mind would heal just enough so that it was excruciatingly painful again next time the noise started up.

And really, why is it necessary to applaud every damn kid who walks up and gets a certificate? I know my brother's is going to have had some sort of liquid spilled on it within a week.

Why are we clapping, anyway? Whoo-ee, you lived through elementary school! That takes real skill!

And then they have the entire grade SING for us all. Yeah, yeah, it's SHO CUUUTE except they can't SING.

And then we get to sit through a two-hour long slideshow of the kids while various music plays in the background. Ever notice that in these things, Don't Stop Believin', Eye of the Tiger, and that Friends Forever song ALWAYS get played? No exception.

I think I almost... exploded?

SHIT

That was the single closest call of Oasis discovery I've EVER had.

My mom starts walking into the room and I instantly hit the Sleep button on the monitor. Fortunately, my mother hasn't yet discovered that screen dark does not equal computer off.

Mom: Why did I just hear you typing?

Me: ...

Mom: Who were you chatting?

Me: Clueless! But it's off now.

Mom: You told me her computer had parental controls that shut it off at eleven.

Me: Yeah... but they didn't work. I'd thought the computer was off, but it turned out Gmail was on and it made the 'someone's chatting you' noise so I turned it on to log out. Clueless asked me a question about Glee (note: Clueless is kind of known for calling me at random times with weird Glee questions, i. e. So Brittany has two cats, right? ), and then we started goofing around about my headfuzziness, and I lost track of time.

Mom: Do you ever go on the computer at night without telling me?

Me: Noooo... this was the first time, and I won't do it again.

Mom: Alright. You'd better fall asleep now.

Me: I swear on my peanut grave!

Mom: What?

Me: I don't know.

So evidently my peanut grave is dead now. Or something.

But really, fifth grade graduations are hell.