My Psychotic Episode

I don't know just what got in2 me, peeps, but Friday (9/12) evening, when I got home after working @ Lilliput's, I went in2 a freak-out, where I kicked my foot in2 the air so one of my shoez went flying off an' hit the ceiling w/a big ol' WHACK! I scared the friggin' bejeez outta poor Eddie, who went running for his life, and during this weird kicking of mine, I had my eyez squeezed shut, my fists balled up, and my arms were in sum weird strongman kinda config, like my rite arm was up, making a muscle, and my other arm was doing the same thing, but upside down, kinda like I was doing a tricep xxercise. And my feet and shoez had become freakishly small, and my limbs seemed undersized 4 my body. I had my hair up in a high ponytail insteada the prop-bun, and I was wearing sum lowrise blue pants, a white shell, and a little shorty top with light green/dark green vertical stripes. With my eyez still squeezed shut, I screamed out, "IT'S NOT FAIR!" And then I went and got my books, flung them on2 the kitchen table, and again, I was all, "IT'S JUST NOT FAIR!" Like I was gonna keep doing this drama-queen shizz until sum1 came along 2 find out just what I was spazzing on. When I flung thoze book on2 the table, I did it w/so much force that they caused a weird aura of orange and brown motion ripplez on the table.

Well, Liz came over, all wearing a pink top and matching pink earrings, and asked "April? What's the matter?" And without even opening my eyez, I shrieked, "Every teacher thinks that their subject is more important than NE1 else's!" I yelled this w/my tung sticking out, sumhow. Then I opened my eyez & went on, "So, what do they do?-- Heap so much work on U that it's not POSSIBLE 2 do a good job on NETHING!!!" Then I did that classic "Patterson" gesture of placing one hand on my sternum, all "I've got 2 essays 2 write, 3 pages of math 2 do, an entire set up history diagrams 2 complete and a book 2 read--by Monday!" Then we sat @ the table and I put my elbows on the table, scrunched my eyez shut, and buried my forehead in2 the heelz of my spindly lil handz that were all misshapen again. Liz put a hand on my back & another on my left elbow, and she sed, "Take it easy! Just start something after dinner and dedicate one hour 2 it." I crossed my arms across my chest, open my eyez 3/4 of the way, and sort of sucked my upper lip in while jutting my lower up in a most unnatural way, as Liz continued all, "Then, take a break and do another hour. U'll B surprised by how much U'll accomplish." Then, while primly placing one hand betw her boobs, Liz was all, "What? ...Y R U looking @ me like that?" And I was all, "U're a teacher, EEEEEEElizzzzabehhhhhth." Then I squeezed my eyez just, and yelled w/my mouth open as wide as poss, Mom style, "U're one of THEM!!"

Gah, I think I mite need sum anger management. MayB a lil thorazine? I h8 it when I get all unhinged and overreact so much, like a latter-day Elly! It so freaks me out when this happs.

Well, I h8 2 admit that Liz's advice wasn't all terrible. I did get started on my h'work rite after dinner, and I worked on it all yesterday. I'm almost dun, I just hafta proof my essayz and finish the last chapter of the book. But still, I guess I really wanted sum1 2 agree abt the whole "unfair" thing. I guess no1 past schoolage really will, tho.

Apes