I woke up at 7:
00 a.m. this morning, and spend the rest of my morning throwing up in the bathroom. I don’t think I’m going to eat food, or even go near it ever again. Finally, nothing more came out of my mouth than stomach acid, so I forced all of it down by chugging a bottle of water.
My head felt like a block of concrete, or a sack of rice, these ten kilogram ones. Its way too heavy for the rest of my body and it’s probably going to detach from my neck and roll to the floor if I don’t lie down, so I spend the rest of the day in bed. It turns out I have a stomach flu as well as a fever. And guess what? I have a sit-up fitness test tomorrow! Yeah, I’m just loving life right now.
So after throwing up everything in my body into the toilet, I lay in my bed and downed Tylenol pills every four hours. My dad kept coming in to ask me if I wanted any food. As if. I told him no, I feel worse enough as it is. He then told me I was lying in bed like a dead cat all day and not ingesting any nutrients into my body is bad for my intestines, so I need to suck it up and eat something. Thanks for the sympathy dad. Now you can see where I got my insensitivity from.
I spend my time reading romantic comedies in bed---there’s not much else you can do lying down, you can’t exactly hold a TV or a laptop to your face and watch soap operas. I think I might actually like romantic comedies. In fact, I’m so inspired from reading it for an entire day I think I might write one of my own.
The main character could be about Dena.....except her relationships aren’t exactly what you call, a dramatic, heart wrenching romance. In fact, the heroes in her stories aren’t even decent guys. The only decent guy she liked was Joe, and she asked me to find out if he liked her back or not. At that point, Joe was the new kid and she’d only known him for a week. Joe told me he only liked her as a friend, and she told me her heart hurts, and that was the end of it. Yeah, really romantic.
Adrian wouldn’t work either since he haven’t dated anyone in forever, and the only other person I can think of who I can base my best selling novel on is Joey.
Joey had a girlfriend last year, and they were really cute together. They used to walk down the hallways at lunch holding hands. What’s better is that she’s just as short as him! They’re perfect together! Well, they were. Until Joey broke up with her. A tragic turn of events in my novel. But the reason he broke up with her wasn’t because of their families’ deep hatred for each other, or a mysterious, dark hottie had come to fight for Melissa’s hand, Joey broke up with her because....wait for it....he didn’t want to waste money texting her everyday. I’m not even joking, Joey said that himself. Joey was too cheap to get unlimited texting, so he rarely texts anyone. But Melissa texts him a lot, and Joey couldn’t not reply, being her boyfriend and all, so he broke up with her because he didn’t want to waste anymore money.
Now that is just sad. I don’t think my romantic novel is going to work out after all.
I’m really craving beef jerky right now, even though I’ve said I’m never going to eat food again. But I really want beef jerky. And my dad is nowhere to be found, so I guess I’ll just have to run 1.6 kilometers to Wal-Mart. It’s better than waiting for the bus.