My day....slash week

OPENING STATEMENT: I have a new blog.
Totally subject to change. Lyssa named it last night, as well as the name of my blog (Sometimes I think funny thoughts...)
Check it out.

As many of you may (or may not, and if your a not, Ima hafta kil yu) know, I haven't gone to school AT ALL THIS WEEK! AND ITS FRIDAY!
No, I'm not skipping. I'm not that juvenile. And no, I didn't suddenly change religions so I could have a holiday week off, but that's a good idea...
I've been SICK! :P

Sunday: My throat was hurting, but nothing too bad.

Monday: I woke up WAY too early, tried to get out of bed, and fell over. I literally slept at least nine hours.My mom said she could tell I was sick because when she took me to the doctor, I was wearing bright pink flip-flops and I didn't brush my hair.

Tuesday: Slight headache, big throat-ache.(Why does headache get to be a real word and throat-ache needs that stupid slash mark?)

Wednesday: According to Bridian, if Alyssa kept playing her guitar, I was going to hack up the only lung I had! (Then she remembered that was kidneys.)

Thursday: I felt great all day, and then I crashed again. I dunno why, but I did. Throat hurt again, and head hurt, and I felt really hot again.

Friday: I woke up today at 1AM and I was crying. My stomach was hurting like crazy! I got some medicine from mi padre, and it took an hour to kick in. Then it only lasted about two (of course I couldn't go back to sleep!) and so I got it again. I tried pushing down on my stomach-it worked?- and it felt better. At a reasonable time, say, around five thirty(ish) my dad gave me some MORE medicine. It only took about twenty minutes for this to work, and it hasn't bothered me since.

I am SO looking forward to school on Monday.

Today.

SO.

I feel like this was kind of a big fat failure. We made all these plans!... and did nothing.
Absolutamente nada.

What's up with that.

I think we should keep up with this so we can try again next summer. And not have the score be
UNIVERSE :1 OBIG: 0

Come on people. Let's pick up the slack.

Slash... let's tell goofy stories here about what happens to us throughout the year. I'll start:

Today I was waiting for the bus and a couple of creeper guys were sitting around the bus stop. I wasn't really sure what to do (I had to wait for the bus!) when one of the guys said, "Hello. How are you today?" and proceeded to tell me about his day at the beach. He said it was really fun and they met all kinds of interesting people there, most of them who were making comments about his swimsuit. He proceeded to lift up his shirt- as I started freaking out, he said, "It's appropriate!"- and showed me his very modest purple one-piece. Weird. Then he pulled down his shorts just a little bit to show me the mini skirt that was attached. "Isn't it cute?" Oh. My. Gosh. I also noticed that he had just recently shaved his legs and was wearing toe nail polish; he was wearing sandals so he could show it off. He finished telling me about his day, shook my hand and said, "Nice to meet you! By the way, I'm Robert. Goodbye!" and left.

When I got home and told Kenyan this story, she said, "You have the weirdest friends."