*sniff*

Hello. I'm still sick.
I guess the awesome part of today was that I went to see Burn After Reading with a friend and our moms.
Weirdest thing I've seen in a while.

Uhmmm... On the Greek Mythology question, I don't really know which I would be, or whatever. I'm not very well versed on it, don't know much at all really. So I fail on this one. :[

In general, I haven't really had the best sort of week. I've felt like notsome for all of it. Wednesday, though, it got mean, and then Thursday and Friday I completely gave in and stayed home from school. Unfortunately, I now have to make up tests and quizzes for about every one of my classes. Woo timing.
I won't bother you all with a chronicling (is that a word? It is now.) of my depressing/pfft demeanor of the whole kind of week I've been having.

Karen, your story about the kid mistaking you for someone in a younger grade level reminded me of some cases of mistaken identity of my own. Although my accounts are gender related. Allow me to elaborate, as these stories amuse me somewhat.

I guess I have what is considered a deep voice for a girl, so this happens on the phone:
Caller: Hello, yes, is Bryan in? *Bryan=my dad*
Me: No, sorry. Can I take a message?
Caller: Sure. Just let him know that *forgotten name* from *forgotten company or whathaveyou* called.
Me: Okay, I'll let him know.
Caller: Alright. Thank you, sir. *click*
Me: ... lol.

And then, there's the one time my freshman year in my weight training class*.
I'll set the scene. I'm wearing those Tripp pants, ya know, the gothy things with the chains, and my grotesquely oversized gym shirt that with the ingenious use of a scrunchy i sinched it up in the back and made it fit somewhat normally so that I wasn't swimming in it. My hair is long, mid-back I'd estimate, I have an Iggy Pop baseball cap and rather bright purple eye makeup.
Enter random girl.
Random girl: Uhm, like, excuse me?
Me: Yah?
Girl: Are you a girl or a boy?
Me: Well, what do you want me to be?
Best thing ever.

So yeah.
I guess my mom is annoyed because she wants me to clean my room and I'm blogging. She just had me read all of this to her, for who knows why.
So, I guess I had better go.
I would ask a question or propose a challenge but I am rushed now and can't think of one. I'll try for next week.
Later chicas.