Headaches

I've had a pounding headache for the last week now. I blame GaGaHater for it... ever since I was subjected to listening to her for over an hour, my brain hasn't been the same. Her voice should only be used to torture POWs.
Anyway, I've spent the day reviewing old diary entries (among other things, like staring a one-eyed man in the "non-eye," finding out one of my middle-school acquaintances is a porn star, and going to the hospital-- no event being related) to see if I get some sort of idea for a new story (I want to give UNLV a new short story, since I feel a little guilty giving everyone else my archived shit).
While I can't say I hit a goldmine, I did find myself laughing a lot. I read many of my entries going down to '04 (not ready to read the '02-'03 shit yet). If I read what I wrote, then what Kelley wrote around the same days, I'd laugh even harder. Just so you understand what works for me, it was shit like this that made me giggle and made my headache disappear for a minute:
Example 1-

i was pissed off the entire english class... they took kelley's seat... and i felt threatened... and pissed. these kids are fucking asshole jerk faces who think they're too fucking good and educated for the world... when in all reality... i can't find better fitting words for them that PRETENTIOUS, condesending,pompous assholes. most of them. not the old school kids... but the new ones... and not the nice girl who giggles all the time. she's cool... but the other kids are fucking jerks.

anyway. they made me cuss and sit in class quietly because i was afraid of exploding on them and slamming their face repeatedly against the desk if they did as much as glance at me.

Example 2-

This new batch of kids are more pretentious than the last... they have them beat by a ten fold (one guy keeps boasting about having his book edited so that he can publish it... he's been working on it for six months. each time he mentions it, I wanna throw my book at his mouth to shut him the fuck up. Kelley said she'd punch his jaw, so my book throwing would just be for dramatic effect). so far, four of the 11 kids in class have mentioned that they're in the process of writing/publishing a book. Cocksuckers. I'm in the process of shoving my foot up their tight ass.

Now wasn't I a ray of sunshine?
That's how my last Creative Writing class made me feel... so irate, my grammar would go to shit. Kelley was right up there with me (I particularly LOVED how you remembered all their names-- or the ones WE gave them-- and went on random rants. I swear, some of the stuff we'd talk about made me have horrible fits of laughter).
I also got the real quote from Darcy that upset me:
I wouldn't normally read about this if i had a choice
Then my thought on his comment:
well, i don't want you reading my shit in the first place... you were the one with the fucking bright idea.
Hahahaha! Good laugh, good laugh. Jesus Christ, I was upset... and that's what makes me laugh the most... how angry I became... fuckin' Hulk over here. In all reality, I'd melt for the guy (now I just... no, I still melt)... that was just stupid, angry AnoMALIE speaking.

Kind of made my night... so I'm just going to succumb to sleepy time and hope the headache stays away.