Just learning to fly

I still think it’s totally unfair that we have to go to school six days a week. Well I don’t give a damn, I’m not going to school next Saturday. It’ll be the Intramurals anyway and for sure there won’t be any lessons I’ll be missing. *sigh* I had to wake up early this morning because I needed to go to my aunt’s house and have my pimples injected with steroids again. I don’t know why but I always have new pimples despite all the medicine I take. My classmates often tell me that I’d be prettier if only my scars would disappear. I’d tell them I’m not there to look pretty for them. But they’re actually right, I bet I’d look a million times better if I didn’t have any scars. I don’t really worry about it though; I’ve pretty much accepted the fact that they will be around (with more to come) for a couple of years. Maybe it means that I’ll become prettier when I grow older. Who knows?

The rest of my day was all right. I think I had a sort of out-of-body experience today. When I got home, I took a short nap and after around twenty minutes, I forced myself to wake up for some reason. I lay there in bed with my eyes half-closed and before I knew it I was falling asleep again. I tried to wake up but to my horror, I felt myself slowly starting to float. Well not really float, but it felt as if my soul was trying to detach itself from my body. It scared me and I wanted to scream but panicked when I realized that I couldn’t move a single muscle of my body. It happened again one more time when I fell asleep a few minutes later and the experience shook me so much that I couldn’t fall back asleep anymore. Well that was strange… I baked fruitcake after I woke up though. Yum!

I’d better go to bed early today. I wouldn’t want to fall asleep in class or anything.