What’s going on in this place? It feels like I’m trapped in an atmosphere encompassed by Gouaould motherships, except not so hopeless, but likewise. I’m sitting in a pit of doom that’s called British Literature and wondering why people throw tomatoes at people who are put into shackles in the middle of the city. Why not a cucumber or a piece of cabbage? Let’s roll out the cabbage and give the poor people a concussion. That and why do people have concussions? Yeah, getting hit hard to the head juggles out some brain matter, but it really shouldn’t give you a headache if you don’t have any nerve endings in your brain. In fact, all you are doing is thinking that you feel pain, pain is caused by your body essentially, not by other sources. If you did not have any nerves, you would not feel any pain, eh, that simple? Pain is something that one cannot live without, but must also learn to endure. Oh, by the way, I just thought of someone who is a great pain in the who knows where, but that’s a whole different story. Ok, so now on to random ranting to waste some time in Miss Hicks’ 5th period class. If some people are tall, then why are some people short? If all people were short, nothing could be reached, so what is that advantage of being short? There is none, if one wants to be short, then one could just bend down, but if one wanted to be tall, they would have to grow. And some people cannot do that very well so why are there still genetic codes for short people if they are at such a disadvantage? Shouldn’t we just be getting taller and taller until we grow to the height that we couldn’t be able to breathe anymore because of the atmosphere? Well, if so, this disproves the theory that all elephants originated from Africa, because if they did, there wouldn’t be any elephants. No, not really, I’m just rambling on again. It’s somewhat weird, but then again, not really. I’m just not sure anymore. Tech support really sucks. Yeah. I think I’m going to fall asleep very soon because I don’t think I can hold this up any longer, besides, I still have to go through yearbook and hopefully have another successful day of not having to kill Gavin. I might just not be so successful today, but that is to be seen by his behavior and his lack of intelligence. Sokar seems to have nice furnishings over at his place, but he needs a few more plants around, I think. And the whole, “I am your god” crap really gets annoying after a while, so I’m not quite sure if I’ll be able to resist the temptation to go out and attack the Gouaould. I’ll have to see, all in its own time. My laptop battery is about 50% now and I just heard that someone just received an email, must be Miss Hicks because she opened up her laptop and is staring at it now. I try not to stare at my laptop, just because I think it is very rude. I’ve almost got a page down, and about seven minutes left in class. I am reminded about the time when I would write a page or more in Amanda’s yearbook, but that time has past as now I’m the one making the yearbook in a way. That, and she hates my living guts. I would too if I ever actually saw them, I think. I just realized that my laptop, if positioned the screen properly, could serve as a reflective mirror. This purpose could launch a new face of cheating, by laptop reflection. Muahaha. It shall be called the Alex cheat, named after the one who thought of it. I shall be known in history books for my great invention and intellect and shall live a great life of teaching others my way. I am yet to test the method, but I am already anticipating the great results that may come out of the yet to be experimental “Alex cheat”. Two more minutes remain before I escape the tyranny of this teacher and escape to the bathroom, because I really have to go.