quick updates
I literally just got home.
So after Finn felt it was necessary to discuss he and I's personal life, he then alerted me that he'd ingested strange pills while his mom was at work. See, he got a bump on his head after there was an accident while we were playing Rock Band, and his head had been hurting, so he proceeded to ice it and then take pills that were unmarked under the impression that they were actually just Tylenol that someone forgot to label.
I'm not going to bother discussing everything wrong with this, because I'm pretty sure you can figure that out yourself.
So, after praying for a moment, I called poison control and drove over to Finn's. After he drank some pepto bismol I found in the bathroom and ate some crackers, we then of course had to induce vomiting to rid his body of the pills, as per the advise of Jennifer at Poison Control, who, yes, is on a first name basis with Finn and I. Finn had to take some time to recuperate from throwing up, so we laid on the couch and watched something about ice roads and trucking and I'm not really sure because I passed out, but once Finn's mom got home, I made them dinner. They ate, Ms. Hudson went upstairs, and Finn and I watched Casper. And Finn didn't make eye contact until I stopped crying, which was actually better than last time. When I got home, my mom's light was off and my dad's car still wasn't in the driveway. So I went to bed.
In other news, I finally landed the round off into back handspring perfectly in sync with Brittany's, so we went for a celebratory jog around the track and then she braided my hair. Santana, of course, is still trying to perfect her front hurdlers.
My mom wants to go shopping this weekend. I'll probably get some new turtlenecks because the ones from last season are looking dingy. And I also need to polish my sneakers before the first game, because Jessica Monroe thought it would be cute to step on my toe while we were getting into formation, and she obviously doesn't care how many mud puddles she parades through.
Speaking of the games, does anyone have a copy of the schedule I can put up in my locker? Coach Sylvester wouldn't let me use her copier unless I ran an extra lap today, and I had Spanish homework to do.
So after Finn felt it was necessary to discuss he and I's personal life, he then alerted me that he'd ingested strange pills while his mom was at work. See, he got a bump on his head after there was an accident while we were playing Rock Band, and his head had been hurting, so he proceeded to ice it and then take pills that were unmarked under the impression that they were actually just Tylenol that someone forgot to label.
I'm not going to bother discussing everything wrong with this, because I'm pretty sure you can figure that out yourself.
So, after praying for a moment, I called poison control and drove over to Finn's. After he drank some pepto bismol I found in the bathroom and ate some crackers, we then of course had to induce vomiting to rid his body of the pills, as per the advise of Jennifer at Poison Control, who, yes, is on a first name basis with Finn and I. Finn had to take some time to recuperate from throwing up, so we laid on the couch and watched something about ice roads and trucking and I'm not really sure because I passed out, but once Finn's mom got home, I made them dinner. They ate, Ms. Hudson went upstairs, and Finn and I watched Casper. And Finn didn't make eye contact until I stopped crying, which was actually better than last time. When I got home, my mom's light was off and my dad's car still wasn't in the driveway. So I went to bed.
In other news, I finally landed the round off into back handspring perfectly in sync with Brittany's, so we went for a celebratory jog around the track and then she braided my hair. Santana, of course, is still trying to perfect her front hurdlers.
My mom wants to go shopping this weekend. I'll probably get some new turtlenecks because the ones from last season are looking dingy. And I also need to polish my sneakers before the first game, because Jessica Monroe thought it would be cute to step on my toe while we were getting into formation, and she obviously doesn't care how many mud puddles she parades through.
Speaking of the games, does anyone have a copy of the schedule I can put up in my locker? Coach Sylvester wouldn't let me use her copier unless I ran an extra lap today, and I had Spanish homework to do.