sick...
my stomach is making gross sounds rite now...ugh.
so lately ive been having random urges of throwing up...since last tuesday. tuesday was really bad and its definitely gotten better, but it still happens sometimes. is that bad? it is...it has to be, but i dont know what it could be.
its dead week. almost done...
and then im off to another land. still a little bit scared about it. but it will be good.
dunno what else to write about. im tired but not that sleepy...and i should be writing my religion paper, but im not. this week is gonna suck so bad. suckkkk
mm..lets see. i got to hang out with marcus on sunday :) went to eat curry house. and i had quite an eventful morning. and i tried to tell some of my friends the story, but most of them did not appreciate the amount of detail i divulged. but its ok. ill tell it again haha.
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i wake up to the sound of my cellphone buzzing. it was a text.
"I'm almost done with class. You awake yet? -- Marcus Ho"
we had agreed on saturday that we would meet for lunch since he was going to be in the area. i texted back saying that i was awake now and that i was gonna get ready. so i climb out of bed and do the usual morning routine. part of that routine is hair, which i do im my parent's bathroom because i keep the hair dryer there. everything was going as normal until suddenly, a loud voice yells, "Stop where you are! Do not move! Put your hands where I can see them! If you don't stop moving, I will shoot!"
shocked, the first thing that came to mind was "omg, is marcus here already and he just didnt ring the doorbell? who is yelling at him? what the hell is he doing?" i climbed over the jacuzzi tub and pulled the blinds up to look out the window. i see that there is a police man below me with his gun drawn and pointed at what looked like my front door.
"omg"
i run as fast as i can downstairs and all i can think about is how i need to tell the cop not to shoot...it was my friend...and this was all just a big misunderstanding. and as i run downstairs, the cop continues to yell.
"drop the gun! step away from the gun! put ur hands up and walk to me!"
i finally reach the front door and swing it open. there is no one there.
the cop is further away from me than i had expected and is actually pointing his gun down the alley next to my house, where the rock garden thing is. confused, i walk outside to look at what he is aiming at. three guys with their back turned to me, none of them looked like marcus, but since i couldnt see their faces, i wasnt absolutely sure.
the cop finally looks up and notices my presence. "ma'am! please get back inside. please just get back in the house!"
not knowing what to do, and still unsure whether one of those boys was actually marcus, i listened to his orders. i closed the door and ran to the living room window. the view still wasnt clear and their faces were a bit hidden, but still...none of them looked like marcus. i began to feel a little bi better...but i had to be sure. i ran upstairs to my office room window. i had a perfect view of the whole situation. the cop, still freaking out near the sidewalk, and the three boys with their hands up, slowly walking backwards towards the yelling man in uniform. from there, i also saw a handgun lying on the ground and near it, an assault rifle. and at the very tip of the rifle, there was a hint of fluorescent orange.
i could finally breathe a sigh of relief. the guns were not real and none of the boys were marcus. the cop continued to yell. he could not see the orange and still did not know that the guns were fake. after i found out that it wasnt marcus and that the guns were not real...well except for the cops...the situation was kinda funny. i was just worried that he would shoot the kids.
i finished getting ready...to the yells of the officer. i looked out the window a couple times during the process. each time, another cop would appear. eventually, there were four or five sheriff cars outside and six officers. the boys ended up getting handcuffed and the officers gave them a good lecture.
eventually marcus came by...he couldnt find the house cuz there were so many cops in front...he was trying to avoid them i guess.
haha...i dunno. i just think it was pretty funny coincidence...this whole thing happening on the one day that a friend was gonna come visit me at my house. i later realized that rushing to open the door was probably a bad idea since if the cop had indeed been pointing at the door...and if he was easily scared, he could have shot me. but its cool i guess...i just really didnt want him to shoot marcus. but i guess also i shouldnt have assumed that marcus would be stupid enough to get a cop to pull a gun on him. well next time...haha..there better not be a next time....
so lately ive been having random urges of throwing up...since last tuesday. tuesday was really bad and its definitely gotten better, but it still happens sometimes. is that bad? it is...it has to be, but i dont know what it could be.
its dead week. almost done...
and then im off to another land. still a little bit scared about it. but it will be good.
dunno what else to write about. im tired but not that sleepy...and i should be writing my religion paper, but im not. this week is gonna suck so bad. suckkkk
mm..lets see. i got to hang out with marcus on sunday :) went to eat curry house. and i had quite an eventful morning. and i tried to tell some of my friends the story, but most of them did not appreciate the amount of detail i divulged. but its ok. ill tell it again haha.
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i wake up to the sound of my cellphone buzzing. it was a text.
"I'm almost done with class. You awake yet? -- Marcus Ho"
we had agreed on saturday that we would meet for lunch since he was going to be in the area. i texted back saying that i was awake now and that i was gonna get ready. so i climb out of bed and do the usual morning routine. part of that routine is hair, which i do im my parent's bathroom because i keep the hair dryer there. everything was going as normal until suddenly, a loud voice yells, "Stop where you are! Do not move! Put your hands where I can see them! If you don't stop moving, I will shoot!"
shocked, the first thing that came to mind was "omg, is marcus here already and he just didnt ring the doorbell? who is yelling at him? what the hell is he doing?" i climbed over the jacuzzi tub and pulled the blinds up to look out the window. i see that there is a police man below me with his gun drawn and pointed at what looked like my front door.
"omg"
i run as fast as i can downstairs and all i can think about is how i need to tell the cop not to shoot...it was my friend...and this was all just a big misunderstanding. and as i run downstairs, the cop continues to yell.
"drop the gun! step away from the gun! put ur hands up and walk to me!"
i finally reach the front door and swing it open. there is no one there.
the cop is further away from me than i had expected and is actually pointing his gun down the alley next to my house, where the rock garden thing is. confused, i walk outside to look at what he is aiming at. three guys with their back turned to me, none of them looked like marcus, but since i couldnt see their faces, i wasnt absolutely sure.
the cop finally looks up and notices my presence. "ma'am! please get back inside. please just get back in the house!"
not knowing what to do, and still unsure whether one of those boys was actually marcus, i listened to his orders. i closed the door and ran to the living room window. the view still wasnt clear and their faces were a bit hidden, but still...none of them looked like marcus. i began to feel a little bi better...but i had to be sure. i ran upstairs to my office room window. i had a perfect view of the whole situation. the cop, still freaking out near the sidewalk, and the three boys with their hands up, slowly walking backwards towards the yelling man in uniform. from there, i also saw a handgun lying on the ground and near it, an assault rifle. and at the very tip of the rifle, there was a hint of fluorescent orange.
i could finally breathe a sigh of relief. the guns were not real and none of the boys were marcus. the cop continued to yell. he could not see the orange and still did not know that the guns were fake. after i found out that it wasnt marcus and that the guns were not real...well except for the cops...the situation was kinda funny. i was just worried that he would shoot the kids.
i finished getting ready...to the yells of the officer. i looked out the window a couple times during the process. each time, another cop would appear. eventually, there were four or five sheriff cars outside and six officers. the boys ended up getting handcuffed and the officers gave them a good lecture.
eventually marcus came by...he couldnt find the house cuz there were so many cops in front...he was trying to avoid them i guess.
haha...i dunno. i just think it was pretty funny coincidence...this whole thing happening on the one day that a friend was gonna come visit me at my house. i later realized that rushing to open the door was probably a bad idea since if the cop had indeed been pointing at the door...and if he was easily scared, he could have shot me. but its cool i guess...i just really didnt want him to shoot marcus. but i guess also i shouldnt have assumed that marcus would be stupid enough to get a cop to pull a gun on him. well next time...haha..there better not be a next time....