I'm making my triumphant return to blogging today... Well, I'm making a return to blogging, time will tell if it's Triumphant. As far as the name goes, I'm not quite sure myself, however I'll be ranting a lot on this blog, so maybe I'll be a hammer?
I guess I'll start off small but strong with a little problem I had today. I've had an increasing headache over the last few days, but I woke up this morning, and it was gone. I remember thinking a very loud "FUCK YES!" as I got ready for school sans headache. On the bus something kept bothering me, not sure what though. I felt a little... Sluggish. I arrived at school, where several of my friends had gone to different areas because one person doesn't like the other half of the group. This is where the headache begins again, and at a full new force. I step outside and start talking to the other group, when suddenly I'm dizzy, and almost falling over.
Thankfully, no one notices this little moment of weakness, but I felt very odd after that. I head towards French class and take my seat, and it feels like EVERYTHING is against me. My head was hurting in absolutely every direction, and I had trouble focusing. One of my Immersion compatriots, James, and a girl named Madison started talking about Baseball. Oh joy, the most amazing sport known to man. I apologize to baseball fan readers, because the niceties stop here.
Go on, close your eyes.
I'm serious, I don't want to offend anyone here.
So anyway, Madison goes on about how she's not playing baseball this year. James laughs and passes a comment, and I suggest playing soccer instead. This is where things get nasty, 'cause she laughs at the mere idea of stooping to filthy standards of playing soccer, that sport where someone breaks a nail and cries! (Bloody Italians giving us a bad name!). At any rate, my head is throbbing, and I'm about ready to murder, when suddenly James agrees with her, saying we're all a bunch of divers, and there's no challenge to the game. Excuse me? Excuse me? This coming from a guy who's idea of physical exertion is running from white base A to white base B? That's more challenging than soccer? Blow me away, baseball MUST have a lot of nuances we dirty uninitiated types are unaware of, because baseball is possibly regarded as the most boring sport there is!
At any rate, it's around this point that the nausea sets in. The room starts spinning a bit more, and my head feels like there's a nuclear war going on. I struggle through the rest of class, including nearly needing to do a presentation involving singing in front of the class. I wander down towards homeroom, when suddenly... I went bowling if you'll allow the term to be used. I stumbled out of the bathroom and headed for homeroom, not quite sure what to do. I get to homeroom and act natural for the most part, my head threatening to give out any second and simply explode. It's at this point that my neck starts to hurt too. After a fairly uneventful homeroom, I head to English class, and collapse on my desk with a groan. I imagine it was pretty pathetic looking, but I asked Ms. Young to let me go to the office to call home. She agrees quickly, and lets me leave.
A phone call later, and I'm sitting in the school office, realizing that there really are some interesting types that frequent the office. I'm sitting beside some Italian guy with slicked back hair, looking cocky and smelling like way to much hair gel. I relax a little bit too much and let my head roll back, only to hit off an edge of a display case, giving me a very unfriendly reminder that my head is ready to go on strike. I groan and the dumb kid chuckles at me! I was ready to start something at this point, but didn't have enough energy to even look at him, instead, opting to glare straight ahead to see if I could ignite the desk infront of me with my eyes.
No dice.
A car ride later, I'm sitting at home, and that's how the rest of my day went, sitting at home, doing nothing. It's actually just more that I've lost the will to keep writing at this point.
To summarize the above in a "tl;dr" statement: Baseball sucks, being sick sucks, and I hate headaches.
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