So, I have noticed that I start most of my sentences with "so". I don't know why, but that's just how I do.
Okay, today wasn't fun. At all. I woke up at 2:30 something A.M. to dogs barking, a baby screaming, and my music playing on my phone way too loud. Oh and I was choking on my own mucus. Yeah, best way to wake up, eh? Anyways, I have to lean over my bed almost immediately and force myself to cough the blockage out, and then I'm sitting there not wanting to go back to sleep because I didn't want to die from choking in my sleep, so I texted my friend and we talked for a bit before she told me to go to sleep cause I needed the rest. So I did, but I stayed home from school because I was just that sick.
I woke up a few hours later with a pounding headache, feeling lightheaded, throat hurting, having to cough up another blockage, and clogged nostrils, so I dealt with this for a few hours before I was told to take my temperature and take some migraine relief. My temp was 97.4 at the time and the migraine relief helped immensely, but I was told to lay back down, which I did... for about fifteen minutes before I got too bored and got on my computer and gamed.
I've gone through most of a roll of toilet paper today with having to blow my nose. In my opinion, using rolls of toilet paper is more cost efficient than tissues, but that's just me.
I've still coughed up a bunch of crap through out the day, but hopefully it won't be as bad tomorrow, otherwise I'll stay home again. That is if my throat is clogging up and all the stuff from today happens again.
So, story time. Last I left off, I talked about school life in my first elementary school, but I didn't finish off my home life of before I moved. I'm gonna try to keep it brief because I really don't like dwelling on certain parts of this.
I lived in a double couldesac neighborhood. By that, I mean you turned onto one street, then it branched off in a fork, each street leading to a couldesac circle thingy. There were only a few kids in my side of the neighborhood, one took advantage of my naivety and intense want for friends and often blamed things on me, or had me do really stupid stuff and then blamed it all on me. Another was sort of neutral towards me, sort of my friend until just before I moved, in which I had gotten into a fight with her.
At some point, probably half way through 3rd grade, a new kid had moved into the neighborhood, he was in 6th grade I think, so I idolized him, as little kids do the older ones. But again, my naivety and intense want and need for friends screwed me over, and blinded me to the fact that this kid was an asshole. The proof of this was when I went to a high school football game with him and his older brother and when I walked away for a few minutes to chat with some classmates (my classmates weren't nasty and mean to me all the time, just most of the time) I went back and they weren't where they had said they were gonna be, and after panicking for a few minutes, I did what I was told to do in such situations. I went and got a police officer to help me out. He took me home, though how I managed to remember my address at that age, I don't know, since I still manage to forget it even now.
I didn't learn until last year that they had left me there on purpose, though. One of my sisters had run into them and they had laughed and told her how they left me there on purpose. So yeah, grade A asshole right there. One shouldn't hold grudges or go out of their way for revenge, but if I ever run into that dude, I will immediately punch him in the mouth and promptly walk away.
I'm gonna finish off 3rd grade home life in tomorrows post, because there are a lot of details to talk about, and I don't want to drag this post on for too long.
Well, this is Alex, signing out, peace y'all (here's a special treat for those who stick around to read all my posts)
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