I puked yesterday, about 4-5 times. Puking is really not my thing, actually being sick in general is just not my thing. It didn't start officially until like 9 'o clock, right after I jokingly said, "Sorry, if I throw up all over my bedroom floor." To my mom. Seconds, on my way to my room, I took a sharp left and headed to the toilet and hurled. I was all, "Ew," and my ma was all like, "Have a fun, make sure you grab a bucket."
Unfortunately, my bed is really high up, and its sorta hard to aim into a bucket when you're half asleep. I only got a little on the floor...and on my pillowcases... and all over my arm. --If you're wondering how I managed that, I was totally on the edge of unconscious and facing the wall and then BAM! Okay, so that was gross. I couldn't get myself to sleep in my bedroom after that. I felt too contained----- You know what? I think you people don't really wanna know about my puking expedition.
Anyways, I guess, what I really meant to type was... This weekend was a waste of my time.
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