9/2/11 Senior

       Senior now. I guess that's what they call it. It feels no different than any of the other years. The only thing that feels different is an extra pile of stress laid upon you before the year has even started. And I don't even know where to start... All I have is a box of Whoppers and my forehead on my desk, so far it's not telling me any useful information. Maybe if I lay on the floor watching my fan spin and listen to Lady Gaga on repeat, will I find my mind which I seemed to have lost. For all I know it could be in a bag of potato chips, at least thats where I found the remote for the TV last year. Yes, that's were it was, lying there, covered in crumbs and sunflower oil, to think, that hiding remote almost made me miss a new episode of Glee. Then I would have lost more than just my mind, I would loose an entire lunch discussion of what happened between Rachel and Fin, with that, the ending would have been ruined and well I don't exactly know why it would be bad, but it just would,  just like if I ate this whole box of Whoppers. With that I should step away from the malted milk flavored balls and attend to my ceiling fan that needs gazing upon, with the hope that the constant spinning and the squeak of the light fixture will eventually tell me all the answers I need. Or at least enough to get me to blink, twitch and lift myself off the floor... I am a senior now; do you think I qualify for Life Alert?