Days at home...

Hello, again, everyone.
I feel like a chipmunk. A chipmunk smuggling large acorns in my cheeks. Painful, scratchy ones.
Yes, oh faithful readers, I just said that. What does it mean, though? Well, if you were as faithful as you said, you'd know that I no longer have my wisdom teeth. Okay, but I still don't get how chipmunks and wisdom teeth are related, you say. The answer is simple; my face is so swollen that at this point I look like a chipmunk. Tada!
Argh. Yes, it has been two, almost three, days since I got them out Tuesday morning, but somehow I still couldn't make it through a full day of school. I left school after lunch and was at my grandma's for about an hour before actually making it home. I've been vegetable-izing for the last two days, feeling generally like clart. I had marathons of both Psych and Castle in that time. And I unloaded the dishwasher both days. You're welcome, Dad.
The reactions from the kids at school was quite varied. Well, not just kids, but teachers, too. You have people like a certain friend who shall not be named--cough--Evy--cough that tell me how sorry they are for me, and then proceed to give me the name "Chippy", others who are very polite about it, and then people like Anthony. Oh, yes. (I swear to you that he was totally joking, and making me laugh at this time) He said that I just gained weight over break, and loudly proclaimed it in his Anthony way to everyone who walked in. I, of course, couldn't stop laughing. It was painful. As for teachers, you get some that are like "Oh, poor hon. Feel better!", and then the band director who pokes my cheeks and makes a funny face at me. Gee, thanks, Leaper. :)
Well, that's about it, I guess. I'm going to school for the second half tomorrow, the classes after lunch that I missed today. That means I get to sleep in! Heh, we'll see how well that works. *sigh*
Goodnight!