C-view's where I represent....hah. Yeah, right.
It's quite hard to get back into writing when you have dicked off and been uber lazy with it for MONTHS.
With that said, here's some text that is probably highly lacking in the grammatical department:
So whenever it was I woke up sunday was the beginning of what has become a stomach ache of epic proportions. It wasn't too bad throughout most of Sunday, though. Monday morning was the clencher. Monday morning I thought I was on my last leg. After I woke up, I was barely able to roll myself out of bed and stumble upstairs to get the phone, as I was getting tunnel vision and though I was en route to faintsville. However, I did manage to perserver and made it to the kitchen. But unfortunately, I don't know my mom's cell phone number, so I'm just lying there on the couch (which was where i let myself fall after barely grabbing the phone). I call Jamie to see if Mom's number is still backlisted in her cellphone from when I called her on it, but no go. I try calling Anthony, no go.
Luckily, Mom came home soon after all this and took me to the ER on base, which, if you have had any experience with, you know has about the ability to cure people as a european child during the bubonic plague. So after it was all said and done there, I went home with:
1)Several hours of boredom and discomfort behind me.
2)a sore are from where they had a fucking IV tube taped to my arm the whole time I was there.
3)A bottle of shitty medicine that doesn't seem to be doing anything other than sedating me.
All in all, that sucked, and I'm still in pain. But, I did get today and tomorrow off of work, which has allowed me the opportunity to get a lot of things done for the move, seeing as I was waaaay behind. With any luck I'll feel well enough tomorrow to go to crestview and talk to my dad about the off chance of him aiding me financially for this moving thing. I guess we'll see how well that one goes.
As for now, I'm bustin' out, so latahz.
With that said, here's some text that is probably highly lacking in the grammatical department:
So whenever it was I woke up sunday was the beginning of what has become a stomach ache of epic proportions. It wasn't too bad throughout most of Sunday, though. Monday morning was the clencher. Monday morning I thought I was on my last leg. After I woke up, I was barely able to roll myself out of bed and stumble upstairs to get the phone, as I was getting tunnel vision and though I was en route to faintsville. However, I did manage to perserver and made it to the kitchen. But unfortunately, I don't know my mom's cell phone number, so I'm just lying there on the couch (which was where i let myself fall after barely grabbing the phone). I call Jamie to see if Mom's number is still backlisted in her cellphone from when I called her on it, but no go. I try calling Anthony, no go.
Luckily, Mom came home soon after all this and took me to the ER on base, which, if you have had any experience with, you know has about the ability to cure people as a european child during the bubonic plague. So after it was all said and done there, I went home with:
1)Several hours of boredom and discomfort behind me.
2)a sore are from where they had a fucking IV tube taped to my arm the whole time I was there.
3)A bottle of shitty medicine that doesn't seem to be doing anything other than sedating me.
All in all, that sucked, and I'm still in pain. But, I did get today and tomorrow off of work, which has allowed me the opportunity to get a lot of things done for the move, seeing as I was waaaay behind. With any luck I'll feel well enough tomorrow to go to crestview and talk to my dad about the off chance of him aiding me financially for this moving thing. I guess we'll see how well that one goes.
As for now, I'm bustin' out, so latahz.