Geh

   I hate when I'm so sick that I can't even think properly. Today in math, instead of being able to work on my homework, because after staring at one problem for 15 minutes then finally putting it away, I started coloring with my 64 pack of crayons (or 64 pounds of crack, as it has been dubbed thanks to a little slurring of "pack" and "crayons") when I heard a lawnmower outside the classroom. I thought to myself "A grass-cutter! No... that's not right... a tractor? no... that's even more not right-er.... THAT'S RIGHT IT'S A LAWNMOWER." That's how sick I am. I couldn't think of the thing that mows the lawn. Also, for an AP English student, who's been in some sort of advanced English class since 7th grade, thought "not right-er."
   Also, I look stoned and I swear it's not the "crack" (which ironically makes me cough when I smell it).