I just spent an hour and a half looking at octopi and I'm still not satisfied.

I felt violent in math class. I expressed inhumane hypothetical punishments in global studies. I spent a good five minutes examining the cooked, but bottom-of-the-thermos-shaped Ramen I ate for lunch because it looked like a brain [and proceeded to trick myself into believing that it was really what eating a brain would be like.] I planned the deaths of the disruptive students in front of and behind me at the whole school meeting while drawing a finger with nails being hammered into it, and then stuck around with Jessie to watch said students be rounded up by the teachers afterward trying to catch a glimpse of them being punished. I lead the drama class down to Zuzi like a lioness, and being in that space again gave me the weirds. We went down to Brooklyn's to get everyone gelato, and got back to school ten minutes after the school day was officially over. Mid-production-conversation with Tom I say, "Tom, do you realize that all I do is talk to people over the age of twenty-five about theatre?" Darla and I stop at Jack in the Cocks Box on the way home, and I succumb to the temptation of a lemonade and curly fries. I've been home a couple hours, and all I've done is browse deviantART's selection of work based on Meg from Disney's Hercules, and all of the octopi I can handle. I've really got to wash my hair and work on my Disneyland video. Oh dear.