Let's see. My stomach is killing me, not just a bug. The muscles hurt, everywhere, it feels like I got socked in the stomach. So I either must be this drunk (and I don't even drink - can't stand the smell of alcohol, ew!) and someone socked me in the stomach, or I have ... I don't know, stomach cancer.
And my ears are ringing, so let's add ear cancer to the list.
I couldn't play a single thing at my oboe lesson today. Not gonna lie. I sucked. Everything I can usually play fine, I just couldn't play it at all, something as simple as... I don't know. I held trills for too long, ran out of breath in two measures, forgot to lift my fingers up and put them back down. Ergh.
And I can't walk in a straight line. So I really must be drunk. So drunk I don't even remember drinking. (Because last time I checked, I'm freaking fourteen and I don't drink.) But then... I never can really walk in a straight line. So does that make me a permanent drunk or a permanent clutz?
Well, let's think about it. I can't play my freaking oboe, I can't walk in a straight line, and I have ear and stomach cancer... Today flat out sucked!
I'm joking. Compared to lately this feels like one of my better days.
2 comments:
Hey! I love your blog. And thanks for posting a comment on my not-so-awesome one!
I TOLD YOU! You were in a ditch in Peru drunk with Skylar, and he got you so drunk that you don't even remember it!!
HAHAHAHAAAAAA I TOLD YOU!! You didn't belieeeeve meeeeee.
Anywho. Don't worry, I'm sure you don't have ear/stomach cancer. Is it here now? No. If it is, you're creepy. CREEPER!
Anywhooo, everybody has these days, don't worry. I'm with you. Not today, perhaps, but past and future.
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