Before I left for work yesterday, I got a letter from MENSA stating that my application had been accepted and that I may join for $52 a year.

Whoop-dee-do.

Seriously, I could care less about acknowledging my intelligence. It doesn't mean anything to me really. Hell, if anything, it's kinda' bothered me to be called smart and intelligent. Ever since they tested me back in 4th grade, it's been nothing but a headache. They switched me out of a standard school and sent me to some "Highly Capable" school across town, didn't let me pick out my middle school (they sent me to one down the street from the "HiCap" grade school), and generally just made a big fuss out of it.

Honestly, it's just a matter of application. I get bored with things, despite the intelligence. I slept through Calculus and passed, for crying out loud. Just imagine what would've happened had I stayed awake.

Nikki, however, thinks I should stick with this MENSA thing, claiming that I'd actually benefit from being a member. I don't quite see how, but she's read up on it, so I'll just take her word on it.

I need to get back to working on my articles for Bastard Numbered...-_-