My head is all wacked out

I'm certain there is a more professional way to say that, but nevertheless that is what I am feeling like. Wacked out.

I am stuck in a hotel for the 4th night (OK, technically things were ok until the storm hit Saturday, but I am still supposed to be AT HOME right now, but I am not.) I'm preparing to leave tomorrow via St. Louis where there is a snow storm coming. Fan-freaking-tastic.

I can't even go into detail about how bizarre this trip has been. Two migraines the first two days here. Strange and bizarre conflict with the other chaperon. Wishing I were home the whole time to be with someone who may or may not be all that damn interested in me.

Which brings me the next reason I am wacked out. I don't like "liking" someone, especially when you aren't all that certain of the other person. It makes my insides twist, and I have to say I don't like it.

I am a freak, and I know it. I am trying to control my freakiness. Not sure it's working all that well at the moment.

There is a scream welling up inside of me. It would be helped by a drink which I can't have because I'm on a stupid school trip with children.