A Fiasco all over.

My head is throbbing. It has been from the moment I got out of bed.

I think it's the illusion of sleep that makes my head protest the day so. Protest the lunch where I'll have the option of either isolating myself with M. outside, probably in the wind. Or putting up with U. and his "antics" inside. He has progressively gotten worse, in my eyes. His character slowly disintegrating, until all I see is someone like my brother, but in some ways - worse. Oh what would he do if he heard that? *smiles grimly*

*sighs* I really should make myself a lunch today. It's quite the best option. Yet, I really don't want to. I suppose I'm like a stubborn mule, at the moment. I just don't want to.

I promised L. I'd make her some brownies for today (because she didn't get to eat any the last time, or at all yet), and wow was that an adventure. I dropped a piece of an eggshell in the batter (which I picked out), I spilled cocoa powder on my shirt, accidentally jerked my arm when I was pouring the vanilla (all over my hand), and, last but not least, dropped the spoon I was mixing with into the before-the-flour-was-added batter (so basically, into the eggs and sugar). *laughs* It was great fun. But the brownies came out very rich, and very delicious. So, job well done I suppose. *smiles* I need to get another recipe for some other tasty treat. I really want to make cheesecake, because I've never made it before, nor have I seen my mother make it (because she doesn't like cheesecake). So that would certainly be fun. Hmm.

Ah, I love how digressing can take my mind momentarily off of my headache. Now I need to go find some symbolism in "A Brave New World" and figure out how I'm going to study for my Latin test today. Hmm. I could use that as an excuse to exclude myself from the group today at lunch, therefore avoiding both U. and M. *laughs* I'm terrible, but I don't care.

Let's hope this day ends well. After all, it's the last before break. *smiles widely*