Title courtesy of Mickko Acosta. 

At long, long last, I’m finally done clearing up the trash dominating my room. Well not really. It still looks like a wasteland by Andy Hurley’s** standards. And my mother’s as well, gee, I wonder what it is with parents and their kid’s rooms? They’re always on some sort of vendetta against us about our rooms. Enough already, my room, I’ll do as I please [cue mom starts nagging at Chels to clean her room] Aww mom... [groan]. Yep, a complete wasteland.

Well not as much half an hour ago. I managed to clear away most of the papery debris that’s managed to conquer my table and my bed’s not that big of a mess anymore. Okay, so it still is. It’s gonna end up messy anyway when I go crash on it later. I managed to get some of my clothes off of the bed. More like, relocated them. So now clothes carelessly drape upon my many, many chairs.

If it’s not a wasteland, you can probably call it a Dumpster. My very own Dumpster. Yay. There are still empty junk food packets lying around (there’s dark chocolate 7 inches to my left, I don’t even like dark chocolate, what’s it doing here?), there are a couple of fruits slowly going rancid on my dresser and I think there’s a city of mould alive and thriving on what used to be a chocolate muffin right in front of me. And there’s a... a brown smudge on my table. What. Is. That?

Oh well, apart from the dust which refuses to be blown away and the steadily increasing number of food that is biodegrading in here, my room’s not so bad. At least I can still breathe. As long as I can still breathe, I’ll be fine. Trust me. [subliminal message here]

Anyway, it’s been seven days since my last entry. Needless to say, I’ve been caught in a landslide of surreal events. I’m serious. But here I am now to entertain you. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?

School’s been... exhausting. I feel so drained out nowadays. Last Thursday, I was a walking zombie in school. Slept through the whole day, missed every single one of my lessons especially my two most favorite periods: P.E. and BM. I was half dead; I walked straight into a glass window two seconds after assuring someone I was perfectly fine. It was probably due to the emotional trauma that came over me the night before but I’m not going to talk about that now. Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy. Fall Out Boy.

On the other hand, school’s been better than most days. After playing dead last week, I’m starting to find delight in school again. Just yesterday, I’ve had the best Chemistry lesson so far. (“Chemistry is my favorite subject now. We can talk about boobs in peace,” says Izaq. One word: silicon.) We talked about elements and how some elements are all miserable and krap because the other elements are whole and complete and stuff like that. You’ll get my drift if you’re done with Year 10.

I’ll just put it this way. Some elements have complete atoms and some don’t. And the way my Chem teacher deduced it was so... relatable. “These elements are sad and miserable; they’re incomplete all they want to be whole and happy just like these elements over here.” I was like... “WHAT THE CRAP. You poor elements, I know how you feel.” But I really think I’ve lost my mind.

I can frigging relate to ELECTRONS AND ELEMENTS NOW. Who does that?!

I mean, relating to The Notebook, Bruce Almighty and Definitely, Maybe is perfectly normal. Relating to songs by Mayday Parade is perfectly normal. Relating to movies and songs are perfectly normal. Being able to relate to ATOMS AND ELECTRONS is NOT perfectly normal.

Oh, insanity just seems to be a little too fond of me. You can quote me.

But put all that aside, what I learnt in Chemistry yesterday was that sometimes to be whole, you’ve got to kick out a little instead of taking in more than you can. Of course, Chemistry-wise, it’s a little hard to explain here but I can totally relate to this... sometimes you just gotta kick out a little instead of trying to take in more, which is pretty much harder. Kick out a little, and you’ll be whole, Chelsea [cue cheesy inspirational music]. Whoa, whoever knew Chemistry can lead to a much needed life lesson/epiphany/another reason to think I’ve lost my mind? Either this all makes perfect sense to you or I really am insane.

So it’s been a really long day, I think I’ll leave it up to here for tonight. PE tomorrow. Yay. I get to show off my lousy football skills. No really, I am lousy. I’m rubbish at football, singing, BM, finishing work on time, and keeping my sanity in check. Goodnight world.

** Andy Hurley’s Fall Out Boy’s drummer. He’s a clean freak and is as anal as Kiks is. But his drumming skills are godlike. Believe you me.

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