Alone at the end of the universe

Hello all, and welcome back to another rambling of depression and ADHD. As it appears, I am at current alone at the end of the universe. this is my way of saying none of my friends are at school this afternoon, and I have to spend lunchtime alone. I suppose this is some cosmic revenge for all the days I've had off of school. If it is, this is really shitty. Can the universe do me a favour and like... not do this? Bit of a dick move if you ask me.

Oh well, it gives for some interesting people watching. Alas, most of the people here at my school are the least interesting people I have ever had the displeasure of witnessing. Cis Het teenage boys with no sense of repressed homosexuality are some of the least enjoyable people to interact with, let alone observe for an extended period of time. A group of them are next to me while i write this, I wonder if they realise that mullets are so last season, emo fringes are where it's at for 2024.

I occasionally have the pleasure of spotting some fellow queer emos out in the wild. Unfortunately this is few and inbetween, and there aren't nearly enough in my age range. All the girls here seem to have missed the memo that orange fake tan isn't in fact a good colour for your skin, and that black and neaon orange hair seems much more intriguing.

I've got about twnety minutes until the bell rings, and I can return to the saviour I call my art class. It's technically a study session for me, but i need to finish off my art bag for year 11. I'm going for a vampire theme - in case by my blog it wasnt obvious i love vampires, I figured I would make it as obvious that I would rather be a creature of the undead than a teenage girl. This is, unless my battery dies prior to the bell ringing. I'm desperately hoping that it decides to stick it out - if I've been holding on till may, my computer can as well.

Hm. I'm running out of ideas to write. There seems to be a new teacher here. She looks a bit like what I imagine the 1970s personified would be at current, very hippie, very disco. Just, more school appropriate. Like if a hippie had allthe fun and drive taken from them, leaving a shell of a person and a substantially more depressing and less fun wardrobe. Honestly, it's a little fascinating. I think she's a new art teacher. I'm intrigued.

People keep giving me side eyes. It's a little funny. They don't seem to realise that someone can sit by herself and be perfectly happy. Of course, I'm not that person, but some people can be. I wonder if I'll be that person someday. i really hope so. My first step might be sitting on that big green chair from Pete's photoshoot. that would solve a lot of my problems, methinks.

I haven't eaten anything yet. A lollipop should count in my opinion, but I don't think my friends would agree. I should probably eat something, but worse comes to worse, I can take something into the art room and eat it discreetly, since I'm not technically meant to eat in there. I have to have something to snack on, and since it can't be something interesting (like, a human's blood perhaps - not really, just driving home the vampire thing. although i do like the taste of metal. Maybe i should get my iron checked.), I might as well just eat crackers. Eh, cest la vie. 

Anyway, I suppose I'd better wrap this up motorbabies. Here's hoping the crashqueens made it through that ramble, although I would understand if you clicked off halfway through. I might make another post later tonight, but we'll see; it's best to keep up with the traffic

"Who is this irresistible creature with an insatiable love for the dead!?"