"Gu-guys, guys, guess -ack- what?" I was really hyper going into choir class today. I couldn't help it though! When I get excited or just overly happy I got really hyper. And loud. Like, blow horn loud. The teachers get really mad at me for that. So I try not to talk in most of my classes, but it never seems to help.

"What is it Tweek?" Red asks me calmly.

"I found t-this nngh REAL-REALLY, REALLY, RE-REALLY cool coffee hoodie I've been looking for -ack- we-weeks & my pa-pare-ents said if I save fo-or it, they-they'll nngh or-order it for me!" I started jumping up and down, the gigantic grin never leaving my face. Everyone in class was probably looking at me like I was nuts. Or maybe they were used to me my random outburst, either way can't say I cared much.

"That's SOOOOOOOOOOOOO cool Tweek!" Clyde love to talk about my weird coffee obsession too. Him more about taco's and Mexican food though, but coffee too since we did get a fair share of our coffee beans imported from Mexico (Cacao flavor). Some of those imported beans being the best seller at my dad's coffee shop.

Me and Clyde continued to talk about it sitting on the chairs by the electric piano's waiting for the bell to ring (we come early cause it's WAAAAAAAY to cold outside) and Red a minutes later.

The conversation seemed to go as it always did—absolutely nowhere. The conversation kept jumping to the one subject to a new one, a mix of two or three and so on (yea, confusing). The thing is, when you're with me, the conversation never stood on one subject. You can say I was like this class. We pair ourselves off into these little clumps of groups (the beginning or main part of the conversation); sometimes groups mingled together (new conversation mixed with the old), other times people decided to be alone (steady one subject conversation) or two people (mix conversation—anything goes) and so on (caught on?).

The bell rang, I guess the new kid still didn't know his schedule or was just too lazy to get in on time, but already 10-15 minutes in the class and the new kid decides to shower us with his presence. Mr. Adler didn't notice (he never does, being in another room most of the time) nor did I, until Clyde seem to drift off our conversation along with Red. Seeing as my hyper rant was cut short (again) I turned around to look for the disturbance only to fall sight to the new kid.

Really? I mean like seriously?

This is my the third class were something like this happened and let me tell you it's getting old really fast. But whatever, to each their own I guess. Seeing as the flies decided to circle the bulb (aka the new kid) I decided to grab my stuff and leave the back of the class to go to the front to draw. Though it seems the new kid thought it was a good idea and followed a distant from me, the groupies not too far back.

On the outside it didn't even look like I was acknowledging or him or anything, but in my mind I was shooing him to go away (Groupies in all!). Though he didn't seem to get my internal warning for need of air and stayed. Ignoring him and his groupies, who at least stayed a distant away. Thankfully my friends decided to return to me (maybe because he was nearby).

"Wow, Tweek that drawing looks pretty cool" I thanked Red for the comment not knowing how to really take a comment like that. I know I was pretty good at drawing (nowhere near the best), but positive critism was something I was never used to, no matter how much I got it. I taught myself how to draw (still am), but getting positive critism instead of negative like how I was used too since I was young is weird to me.

I actually gave up drawing for two years when I was around 6-8 year old. Only because I didn't think it would make me much money when I was older. Know why would a 6-8 year old be thinking about that, is beyond me. But it was one of my many weird thoughts floating around in my head, which made me give it up for a while. Though one day when my mom asked me why I didn't draw anymore and I told her. She explained to me that artist did make a lot of money. Hearing that I got right back onto that drawing train and never got off again!

I was sketching out the big beautiful grand piano on the front off the class Red watching me, Clyde drawing his own drawing until Mr. Adler called us to the back room.

He showed us various videos of different choirs to see how they worked in sync, some of them even doing a couple of dance numbers. All in all they were pretty good and I was enjoying watching them, until the smell of mint hit my senses. I instantly backed off from the group of students piled together watching the videos.

"What's wrong Tweek?" I was only a couple of feet away from the group but only Red seemed to notice my departure from the rest of the class. Answering her question with my right hand never uncovering my nose or mouth, I pointed to the group of students saying, "I-I-I can –ack- sm-sm-smell mint! I-I nngh ha-ha-ate mi-mint!" I cringed when I was hit with another whiff. I backe up a little more near Jimmy who was a distance away not even bothering to watch the videos.

Some of the students heard my loud outburst and I guess felt pity on my soul and got rid of the mint (thank God!). Once I deemed it safe enough, I uncovered my face and slowly my heart rate went down.

I know it's ridiculous to panic over stupid little stuff like this, but I can't help it! It's who I am. If I could, I would change that and a couple of other stuff, but never my weirdness. It makes me, me after all.

Clyde noticed me sitting on the floor next too Jimmy offering me a hand to stand to back up. I gladly took it dusting my pants off.

"Dude, I love your sweater! Where did you get it?" I looked down to see what Clyde was talking about forgetting that my mom had just got me a new sweater that was on sale at Wall-Mart for five dollars.

It was all black except for the skeleton bones on the front on. Consisting of the ribs and skull going up to the hood.

"My mo-mom got it-it for me-e at Wa-aall-Mar-art for s-sale yesterday! Wa-anna –ack- see something cooler?" Clyde shook his head quickly in a yes. I put the hoodie over my head pulling the upper zipper down to meet the bottom zipper letting the sweater shut to make it look like I was wearing a skeletal sweater-mask of some sort that looked cool all in all. Complete with two fish-net eye holes leaving me to see when I zipped it completely.

"That's SOO cool!"

"Is-is-sn't it!

Even Red seemed to be impressed by it! I wasn't surprised to see Jimmy coming in front of me to get a look too, but what did surprise me was seeing the new kid suddenly appear in front of me. Though I guess he got curious and wanted to see what was up, so whatever. The bell rang, before we could make another random outburst at our latest distraction.

Unzipping myself, I grabbed and put on my stuff. Stepping out of the warm Choir class and walking towards our 3rd period classrooms for another hour long boring lesson. Adjusting my backpack again I grabbed Clyde's hand and entwined our hands. And know before you go thinking, "Oh my Gosh, Tweek and Clyde are going out?" The answer is no. Not even close. The thing is I like missing around with people (not that way perverts) into fooling them that one thing is going on, when in reality nothing may be going on at all. It's just too much fun to miss with peoples' minds that I can't resist but do it. Clyde and I, hold hands all the time, not only with each other, but with other people too, but mainly with each other. A lot of people think were gay and going out. Which never in the least bothered me, nor Clyde. It's not like I'm going to tell people what to think and what not to think.

Walking off right hand entwined with Clyde, left arm linked to Red's right arm. I seem to feel eyes on me. Nothing really new, so I waved it off, but this time it kept bothering me like a bad scratch I just couldn't reach. I turned around I saw the new kid chatting along with two other guys from the choir class not too far back. They didn't seem to be looking at us, so I shrugged it off. Though turning forward to talk to Clyde and Red the feeling of being watched was back until I gave a hug to Red and Clyde to go right toward Culinary 3-4 was located.

Well that was weird to say the least.

Yea I lot of people stared at me since I was like a walking display of stuff that had no matching ability what-so-ever, but never have I felt someone practically stalk me with their eyes. Oh well. Culinary 3-4 here I come.

I entered the classroom section of culinary class. Next door was the kitchen portion of the class used to make some yummy treats. The kitchen having six miniature kitchens each their own ovens and other electronics set up for our use. Three on the left hand side wall and three on the right side wall, the center was three long tables with chairs. Front was a table set up with different utensils for our use along with a white board. The back of the room was a gigantic kitchen set up for when the teacher decided to display some cooking skills for us to mimic.

I never bothered thinking of which classroom to enter since we always went to the classroom of the culinary class to do bell-work and head counts. I quietly went in to an empty seat closest to the door, 2nd desk to the front. Once my butt made contact with the chair and my backpack was placed on top of the desk, I put my head on my backpack, going off to snooze land. I love culinary and all, but I can barely sleep as it is, so I take what I can. I usually complete all my work pretty quickly so I was okay. When the teacher required our attention it was my single for snack time.

Mmm, snack time. Don't know what about 3rd/2nd period that makes me so hungry. Maybe it was the fact that I ate breakfast at like six in the morning and lunch wasn't until like 11:30am. With a five hour time-brake with no food, is just torture. Plus having Hypoglycemia (starter or the pre-stage of Diabetes 1), being a high Anemic (lack of red blood cells in blood or Iron), and having my Gallbladder (storing sac bile for liver until needed for digesting) removed, I had to eat small portions all day. In order to keep my blood from spiking or else I'll surely faint and end up in the hospital. Sure being in the hospital means no school, but I don't like hospitals. They bore me SOOOOO much. I'd rather ignore that whole fiasco and just go on with my life thank you very much.

I slowly chewed on my bar trying not to make any noise (I failed miserably). Writing down the problems from the board and into my notebook I finished them quickly. Ignoring the world around me, I laid my head again on my backpack chewing a couple chips here and there.

That is until I got bonked on the head. Grrr. Can't you people let me sleep and eat in peace? I mean really, is that too much to ask?

I turned around ready to glare and the person who assaulted my poor and know abused head only to see Kenny grinning at me like the Cherish Cat. Damn Kenny. Hey knows I can't stay mad at him. That's why he always does stuff like this.

Knowing already wanted what he wanted; I passed the remaining bag of chips to him. He thanked me before downing the chips in record time and turning around to his seat mate. Thanks to my friends like Kenny, I never seem to enjoy a full meal at school. Dang friends always stealing my food and dang me for letting my friends eat my food. Oh well. Just got wait until lunch time. Thank God I bring my food, because I swear the food they serve here is alive. When the mash potatoes start growling at you, you know it's time to bring you own lunch from home.

In my own thoughts, I never noticed the class departing to. Damit. I spaced out for too long again. Didn't even get to talk to Kenny today (& demand more chips!). I'll get talk to him after school or tomorrow whichever comes first.