My Five Days

WARNING: lot'sa swear words near the end.

Well. There's alot of fucked up things in life… and I just got one of them to tell

I got sore throat. My doctor told me that I have regular flu. Which I immediately blame this stupid bitch who sits behind me in Mandarin class who coughs like a Smoker (L4D) every 3 seconds.

That was my Monday. Dance production audition was tomorrow.

Because I know from last year's experience that my school's dance production is very biased towards appearance and dancers that qualities that stand out. Sad, but they just gotta do it. Dancers who are ugly or fat will not be guaranteed a good role. I signed up for the main role. I did this one front flip to a box split for the two-8's to get as much attention from the judges.

foreshadowing… You remember Friend-H? Well, I call him PuckJack now cuz there's this teacher called Mr. Puckett in my school and he jacked off in class and got caught. So then everyone calls him Puck-Jack. Anyway, that little fucker couldn't buy his own water and he's constantly wanting to drink my bottle of water.

That was my Tuesday. Second day of production was tomorrow.

I began to have a fever that day, and during contemporary dance class, I had to sit out to the side because my entire body began to ache and I had zero energy. However, before the day-two audition, my lovely dance teacher gave me some powder thing and I ate it and got like 240% energy boost. I felt like Popeye + spinach. But when I got home after auditions, my fever went up again. What was weird was that, I have no symptoms of dizziness, headache, diarrhea, or vomiting. My fucking retarded doctor gave me a bunch pills. That's bad.

That was my Wednesday. Final auditions was tomorrow.

I didn't attend school that day, but I managed to get enough rest to come back to school for the audition. I just had to make the audition. The headache was immense, it was as if my head was gonna explode during the audition stage. like..

[color=orange]FUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKK[/color]

BAAAAAAM

-splatter splatter-

That was my Thursday. My Dance Exchange trip to International School of Bangkok was tomorrow.

That night, I had a fever. I almost thought I couldn't go anymore. However, my moral remains high. Thus, at 5 AM, my fever went down and I called everyone whose going on the trip to wake up fuck up. I ate my breakfast and I ate my medicine and hurried my ass to school. When I got to school to gather up with ppl around 5:40 pm; I felt like 100%. "BAM, NIGGAS, LETS GOOOOO!"

When I got to the airport, I felt like vomiting. Even tho I didn't. I wanted to go so bad. I had to choose either to go and risk getting quarantined at the Bangkok Airport or go back home for the sake of my health and miss out on my one and only chance to actually travel anywhere with friends. I chose to stay. I had been looking forward to this trip ever since last year. I had everything planned out. I wanted to go meet other dancers from other countries. It was what I always wanted to do. It was the day of my life! it was all ruined by the fucking sickness..

As I got home, my fever went up again. But this time.. all the way to 114 degrees Fahrenheit. I went to the hospital where the professional doctor told me that it's actually a throat infection. "You most likely got the infection from sharing drinks with somebody who was sick before."

You remember Friend-H? Well, I call him PuckJack now cuz there's this teacher called Mr. Puckett in my school and he jacked off in class and got caught. So then everyone calls him Puck-Jack. Anyway, that little fucker couldn't buy his own water and he's constantly wanting to drink my bottle of water.

I was beyond pissed. The day that I had been looking forward to was completely ruined by some dickwad little piece of shit who just can't go buy his own drink. My anger is ineffable.

On my way back home, I called the other people who went on the trip. Puckjack was on that trip too.

Friend-J : "Hey Max! How are you, man?"

Me : "Fuckin' pissed off."

Friend-J : "Dude man, ISB is sooooo pretty, you should be here, man. This place is so nice. Our host family has a huge ass guest room, man. It's so awesome!!"

Friend-J : "Oh yeah, how's your fever, dude?"

Me : "It just got down. It was at 114 degrees."

Friend-J : "HOLY FUCK, ARE YOU OK?!"

Me : "No, I'm not okay. The disease I got is not flu, it's throat infection. And the doctor said I got the infection from sharing drinks."

[color=orange]PuckJack : "[voice in the back]Oh shit, I think thats me.."[/color]

Me : "THAT'S RIGHT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT. MY TRIP IS FUCKING COMPLETELY RUINED BY YOU. FUCK YOU."

[color=orange]PuckJack : "yo man, be nice."[/color]

Friend-J : "Dude you're on loud-speaker, man."

Me : "I DON'T EVEN FUCKING CARE IF MY VOICE IS BROADCASTED ON TEE-VEE. AND ME? BE NICE? BE NICE TO THE FUCKER WHO RUINED MY FUCKING TRIP? BE NICE TO THE FUCKER WHO MAKES MY LIFE MISERABLE? I HOPE YOU FUCKING GET H1N1 AND DIE."

Me : "THIS TRIP WAS MY LAST AND ONLY FUCKING CHANCE TO ACTUALLY TRAVEL ANYWHERE WITH A GROUP OF PEOPLE. YOU FUCKING RUINED IT. WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING DIE, YOUR DEATH MAKES MY JOY."

-bloop-

That was my Friday.

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