I am Icarvs. The world hates me, and the feeling is (relatively) mutual. I think my headache just increased on the Richter scale. And it's damn hard to write on a moving school bus; which is why it's 'Icarvs', and not 'Icarus'. New school was boring (suprise!), and I have honors study, instead of mixed media. I complain very slightly because there's a cute guy in study hall. On the downside, there's someone (who I'd rather didn't remember me), is also is study hall. Which sucks. You would never ever be able to ge tme to repeat junior high. Ever. Never ever. Or freshman year. Shudder. There are very few people on the bus and there are empty seats. I can't remeber whether I'm supposed to cover my science book. Drat. Oh. I've just found out I'm allergic to Advil, which I wouldn't say is fun. The left side of my nose is swelling up like mad. It's insanity, I tell you. The sniffling is horrible. Ugh. No more Advil. Truly. Now the right side is swelling up as well. Drat drat drat it. Punctuated sneezes here and there. But mostly here. Ugh. Mm. Hives on my face. Very attractive. Benadryl's making me hungry. And tired. I want to join the circus.