Heyla Shaila kidorenoes.

It's Thursday. And 'cos I have another doctor's appointment that I forgot to tell you all about, I shannae be in school this morning. I'll probably turn up after break some time. If someone could find Mrs Edwards (my media studies teacher) and tell her that I'm not bunking off, but am at the doctor's, it'd be muy appreciated. Though how you'd have read this in time is anyone's guess.

So about a week ago now, I figured out how to describe the way I see stuff. For those of you (Henry) who keep trying to work out my field of vision etc. Here it be:

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You know when you're on the toilet, having an amazingly satisfying dump. Maybe you've not been for a couple of days. Or maybe you've just eaten a whole load of curry. Whatever. For those few seconds everything else in the world fades away. You'll be looking at the tiles on the floor and they'll all melt into each other and seem to stretch off forever in all directions. It's that thing about your brain substituting repeating patterns for what it can't see. Like your blind spot. Or when you look at some wallpaper and can't see a pen mark until you're looking right at it because your brain patterns over it, assuming the wallpaper is uninterrupted. That thing. That's how I see. It's not as extreme as an amazingly satisfying dump. More of the after image you have for a few seconds. Around the edges of my vision it's like that. So it's like I'm having an eternal cosmic dump. Which'll just keep on getting more and more cosmic until that's all I see. So if I'm looking for something out of the corner of my eye I can kinda make it out. And if I'm not, I can't.

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Yay. Something has been written. Now for more.

Jude has decided to start a weekly e-mail thang as well. Support him should you so desire.

My media studies coursework. I filmed about a third of it before collapsing in exhaustion. Filming Brave Star toys is harder than I ever imagined. And upside-down-chin-monsters! Those guys are muy tricky to make look good. I'll finish it tomorrow and edit it (which'll hopefully be much easier) on Friday. It's due in on Monday. Hmm.

Smeg! I have become the Drinkwater (what with the detailing of what I have done). No!!!

Um, er, something bizarre and quirky to draw your attention away from real matters!

No, nothing more about the eyes.

Okay, something. Last Tuesday when I went to my doctor's appointment I was all shaken up again when I left (that's happening way too often to be healthy) and so when I got home I was feeling all I've - got - nothing - to - lose - so - why - don't - I - do - all - or - at - least - some - of - those - things - I've - wanted - to - do - for - ages - now. And I do! For Ghod's sake, I actually do! For once in my pathetic non-life (as in, I never do anything that matters to me) I do something which matters! To me!!! And then what happens? NOTHING. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! Why? My fault. Damn those pesky swear words. So pretty in their vulgarity. So succinct in their point-making. Yet they invalidated all that was done. That's why there has been a noticeable lack of those bad boys this time round. And shall be forever more. Swear words are bad, mm-kay?

And now I've calmed down, I can't say what needs to be said... Wait a bit! I've got another doctor's appointment later today! Maybe I'll get all upset again and then come into school! Yeah, the exclamation marks have returned, but imagine it! No holds barred me doing stuff I want to! Swearing at teachers! Headbutting of annoying people in English class! Other miscellaneous things requiring multiple exclamation marks!!! Ah, life is sweet. Channel that rage.

Yes.

Enough for now. It's not even the weekend. Though I don't have to wake up tomorrow until about 08:45. Yay.

Later,
Caleb