It all started off with a boring day of school, and then everything went down hill from there. On tuesday my mom came back from Texas and I got a ticket from the LAX police for talking on my cell phone while I was pulling in to park. Then on Wednesday I slept in really late and missed class. Later on that night my grandmother had to be rushed by ambulance to the emergency room because she was complaining about chest pain. I had to go along for the ride and spent most of my night in the ER listening to little kids scream, seeing tons of broken arms and people needing stitches. I also saw a guy with a bullet in his head (he was alive and fully conscious). My grandmother ended up being admitted for observation so I had to miss class and work so I can be there with her while she was talking to the doctor. When I got home that night I started to feel really bad, i think i caught something from being in that hospital. Friday i had no class, so i went to work, and came home and fell asleep. Around 2:30am i got a phone call from my cousins telling me to go pick them up because they were too drunk to drive home. I later found out that they got into a little altercation with some slutty girls, and the girls called the police on my cousins. Luckily no charges were filed and everyone got to go home, but i was pretty heated that i had to drag my sick ass out of bed to pick up two dumb fucks (excuse my language, im still pretty salty about all of this).
Now there are tons of people at my house and all i want to do is walk around in my PJs watch baseball games and sleep. I have a sore throat, a headache, and i think mother nature is going to deliver my monthly bill soon. I hope i start feeling better soon.
ps. im missing out on an awesome Maroon 5 concert in San Diego
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