Not being happy. So, yeah, I felt horrible all day. But I survived, didn't I? Then I get home....
Dad: You look sick.
Me: Nah, I'm fine.
Dad: Do you have a fever?
Me: No.
Dad: *shoves thermometer in mouth*
Me: Mmm-mmm-mmm! (this is me trying to yell in multiple languages, with a thermometer in my mouth.)
Dad: Keep your mouth shut.
Me: *bites thermometer before it says anything* *breaks it*
Dad: That must've hurt your teeth. *gets new thermometer*
Me: .......
Dad: (minute later) 102.6
Me: It lies.
Dad: You can't go to school tomorrow.
Me: Why?! I'm fine!
Dad: It's against school policy to go with a fever.
Me: Not like I don't break policy all the time.
Dad: ....true. You're still not going. And I want you to do your hw and go to bed, no computer or reading.
Me: *stomp off* *gets online anyway*
I'm just happy that I broke the thermometer...... *didn't know I could do that* It certainly made a statement, not that I wasn't already obviously unhappy.
I wanna be there tomorrow, we're doing a debate in bio on genetic engineering, and because of End's thread I can actually pretend to know what I'm talking about.
That sucks. Same thing always happens to me. I'll be insanely excited that for once we're doing something fun in our boring school, and then at home the night before out of nowhere I'll start vomiting and running a 102 fever. My immune system seems to break down every time I get excited. Like going to the hospital on christmas eve when I was six because every time I touched food I would vomit everything up.
Well, I got to be on the news 'cause some guy was doing a report on kids in the hospital during holidays, he should've done something on a kid with like severe leukemia or something... Anyway, seeing as Fate isn't here I feel provoked to tell you not to die.