Gah.

I am in an odd mood. I think it's partly because I have spent the day sick in bed and am slowly going mad because of it. I tried to study and failed and then just lay in bed for about five hours and ate a chocolate bunny. 
So this post will consist of me just saying random stuff that pops into my head. If you leave me now I will not judge you for it. 

Something has been bugging me about good old R.B. and her Friday song. I know, I know, I already ranted about this but you know what, this is my blog and I can do what I like. Anyway, the point is, she gets up in the morning, has her cereal, etc, etc, stimulating stuff, then OMG her friends turn up, they do weird arm-waving out the window and then suddenly she's at a party, it's night and she's awkwardly raving on stage. 
So what happened to school? Did they just drive for eight hours? WHAT?

ANYWAY that blew my mind. It doesn't take much. What else has happened to talk about? I watched two episodes of House, which I love. Hugh Laurie is a genius. Or the writers of House are, anyway. Today, a lady had a floating kidney, so when she lay down she was fine, but when she stood up her kidney dropped and all the machines freaked the hell out and everyone panicked and called crash carts etc, all because of a dodgy kidney attachment. It occurs to me that my desire to be a doctor is based mostly on House. After telling my dad (a doctor) about the floating kidney extravaganza, he said that in medical school, when someone asks you what's wrong with Mrs Bloggs, never ever say that, because she probably just has the flu. 
Another patient had a hemispherectomy, which was pretty freaking awesome. 

There is a lot of sighing and moaning coming from the TV nextdoor, which is worrying. I am going to explore. 
Never mind, it's just another UKTV period drama that my brother is watching. Lots of medieval kings and priests running round in tights and unchaining the lepers to set them free and suspenseful harp music and charging through forests with lances or whatever they do in their spare time. I can only imagine eating pigs and doing it with the jester on top of a castle in Nottingham. 
Oh it's something about Robin Hood. I know that because an angry count just said "Fetch me Robin Hood" and a damsel just yelled "NO, ROBIN".  

I have been failing at infinite geometric sequences. Why bother? I will drop out of school to become a beekeeper, circus performer, bongo-ist or similar. Education is not worth the pain. 
GAH.