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SO YESTERDAY, kind of sucked.
And I will tell you why.
So the night before yesterday, I had already gone to bed late, and seeing as my parents had gone to bed before me, that meant that father dearest was SNORING. Now, first thing: I HATE snoring. With an UNDYING PASSION. It's just something about it that devoids me of being able to fall asleep. So as he's ENDLESSLY SNORING WHICH SOUNDS LIKE A SIXTEEN-WHEELED TRUCK GOING DOWN THE HIGHWAY AT MACH SPEED CONTINUISLY PRESSING DOWN ON IT'S HORN, I can't fall asleep, so I put my iPod on as loud as it can go without permanently damaging my eardrums, listening to the most optomistic music on it. Because I'm aready upset, because all I want to do is go to sleep, and I can't. Then my mind starts wandering about things it shouldn't be thinking about, so I start crying, of course, seeing as the subject my mind keeps poking at is Zip, my dead dog whose death by car I saw with my own eyes (It. Won't. Go. AWAY.) Eventually, somehow I fall asleep, and the next morning, Pa wakes me up and after he leaves I start crying again, mom sees, I tell her, of course they both still make me go to school, though. So, as I'm trying to choke back tears on the way to school, I take a napkin from the dashboard, which winds up to be my day-long companion whom I begin calling - in my mind - my Comfort Napkin. I say "in my mind" because I don't even think anybody else noticed that I was holding onto a rolled up Subway napkin for dear life in my hand throughout the day, forcing myself to be happy and giggly and shit which didn't work out so well because even though I had felt better than I had in the morning, my day was only so-so.
And today I WOULD have been better. well, i mean, I AM better, but I am sick.
So, here's the story. I wake up this morning like always for school, cursing all things educational and knowledgeful, wondering why humans can't just be born with the intelligence that is needed to get through life instead of having to suffer through school (even though it can be fun), and I realize I have this really bad cramp. But not in my stomach, not in my side, it's in the back of me near my rear. I'm all, "WTF? I'd like to go through school in a non-discomfortable state, plz, body >:U" and skip to the bathroom and discover I got not only the monthly curse, but...diarreah. I figure it would go away by the time I got to school, but no. It progresses into gradually more discomfort. Stop by the ladies' room before Health class, come back, go back to said ladies' room again during the beginning of the class. Then near the end, after Nicole and I had completed our Health activies (mentioned in a former post), in which i blatantly refused to have the blood pressure tester ANYWHERE near my arm, I tell Nicole about my err, problem. Well, first I ask to see if I feel warm, because I had recently been feeling hotter, and she says yes, THEN I tell her about my problem. So, she advises me to go to the nurse's office, therefor I take it with the greatest gratitude~
Now, I had figured it would go away by then, but then I tell the nurse and she takes me temperature, no temperature, but I still feel warm to her so she gives me a cold wet rag to put on my forehead while I lay down. Eventually, as the pain becomes a little too much, I go to the conveniently placed bathroom in the nurse's office (after asking directions from a fellow sickly student-patient~), then the nurse tells me to go get my stuff from my locker because she's going to call my parents to take me home. Head to locker (by which time second period was already taking place), bump into Matt coming from English class and the extent of our greetings was
"Ew, it's you D<<"
"EWW, it's YOU >:U"
Then when I get back to the nurse's office, HE'S THERE. Effing stalker. I figured he hadn't done his homework, but he insisted that he had. I don't believe him >_>
SO THEN MOMMY CAME TO PICK ME UP AND I'M SITTING HERE IN HER BED WHERE I'VE BEEN SINCE TEN THIS MORNING :D Life likes kicking me in the ass sometimes, but hey, at least I got my Xbox Live hooked up so I can play original Xbox games now~
And I will tell you why.
So the night before yesterday, I had already gone to bed late, and seeing as my parents had gone to bed before me, that meant that father dearest was SNORING. Now, first thing: I HATE snoring. With an UNDYING PASSION. It's just something about it that devoids me of being able to fall asleep. So as he's ENDLESSLY SNORING WHICH SOUNDS LIKE A SIXTEEN-WHEELED TRUCK GOING DOWN THE HIGHWAY AT MACH SPEED CONTINUISLY PRESSING DOWN ON IT'S HORN, I can't fall asleep, so I put my iPod on as loud as it can go without permanently damaging my eardrums, listening to the most optomistic music on it. Because I'm aready upset, because all I want to do is go to sleep, and I can't. Then my mind starts wandering about things it shouldn't be thinking about, so I start crying, of course, seeing as the subject my mind keeps poking at is Zip, my dead dog whose death by car I saw with my own eyes (It. Won't. Go. AWAY.) Eventually, somehow I fall asleep, and the next morning, Pa wakes me up and after he leaves I start crying again, mom sees, I tell her, of course they both still make me go to school, though. So, as I'm trying to choke back tears on the way to school, I take a napkin from the dashboard, which winds up to be my day-long companion whom I begin calling - in my mind - my Comfort Napkin. I say "in my mind" because I don't even think anybody else noticed that I was holding onto a rolled up Subway napkin for dear life in my hand throughout the day, forcing myself to be happy and giggly and shit which didn't work out so well because even though I had felt better than I had in the morning, my day was only so-so.
And today I WOULD have been better. well, i mean, I AM better, but I am sick.
So, here's the story. I wake up this morning like always for school, cursing all things educational and knowledgeful, wondering why humans can't just be born with the intelligence that is needed to get through life instead of having to suffer through school (even though it can be fun), and I realize I have this really bad cramp. But not in my stomach, not in my side, it's in the back of me near my rear. I'm all, "WTF? I'd like to go through school in a non-discomfortable state, plz, body >:U" and skip to the bathroom and discover I got not only the monthly curse, but...
Now, I had figured it would go away by then, but then I tell the nurse and she takes me temperature, no temperature, but I still feel warm to her so she gives me a cold wet rag to put on my forehead while I lay down. Eventually, as the pain becomes a little too much, I go to the conveniently placed bathroom in the nurse's office (after asking directions from a fellow sickly student-patient~), then the nurse tells me to go get my stuff from my locker because she's going to call my parents to take me home. Head to locker (by which time second period was already taking place), bump into Matt coming from English class and the extent of our greetings was
"Ew, it's you D<<"
"EWW, it's YOU >:U"
Then when I get back to the nurse's office, HE'S THERE. Effing stalker. I figured he hadn't done his homework, but he insisted that he had. I don't believe him >_>
SO THEN MOMMY CAME TO PICK ME UP AND I'M SITTING HERE IN HER BED WHERE I'VE BEEN SINCE TEN THIS MORNING :D Life likes kicking me in the ass sometimes, but hey, at least I got my Xbox Live hooked up so I can play original Xbox games now~