The Vain Man just came in here and asked for help with math; it was the first time in a while that I'd seen what I was pretty sure was an honest emotion come out of him, and it was kinding vindicating, after hearing him actually brag about not being done with math earlier, to have to show him what to do.

Until the quiz tomorrow that I didn't study for, I'm going to feel very smart. Then again, this may be yet another one of his calculated social ploys, directed at an oblivious me, but I don't think so.

First, I really don't think he cares about me beyond what I can give him. And secondly, we can demonize people all we want, but there's always something a little good left in them.

Which is why, if someone likes the circus, I'm quick to tell them that Hitler liked the circus, too. He did!

I was kind of dead to the world mentally for much of today, as anyone who talked to me can readily attest. Partially that was from sleeping in; after a certain point more sleep just makes me lazy.

Likewise, I decided that today I wouldn't listen to music, just to see if that was having a negative effect on my thinking abilities. For a few hours, it really helped not to have song lyrics running through my head, but late this afternoon I started feeling like I needed that particular psychological caffeine.

The last factor that slowed me down today, the factor that pushed me over the edge, was reading. After I finished my homework, I relaxed by reading, instead of playing computer games, and the strain was a bit much for my brain. It knew that it was still thinking, and it didn't like that at all.

It shut off, prettymuch, until tonight, when I decided that the no-music idea had been counterproductive, and woke myself up with some early nineties tunes. In the meantime I managed to have quite a few awkward conversations on MSN. (I also found out that The Lanky German is coming to visit this summer. Huzzah!)

Conversation One:
I talked to Graham, but my instant messaging program kept crashing or something. I eventually gave up on the conversation after the third such crash, but attempted to resume it later, mistaking him for someone else in a tragically misdirected message.

Conversation Two:
A girl I was chatting with invited her boyfriend into the IM conversation; we really had nothing to say to one another at all, and his entire personality seemed a bit forced in that particular conversation. Too jokey, too many misunderstandings and smileys. Also, he talked to me as if I were 16, not 18 or 19 or whatever I am nowadays.

Well, anyways, I've got Calc tomorrow. Night.