So, my body has decided to begin a new tradition, and I'm peeved to say it has been started without my written or verbal consent.
This angers me!
Traitor.
Every high school year, righ at the beginning of school, my body contracts some debilitating illness. No. I'm serious.
Sophomore year: extreme stomach problems, throwing up so much I couldn't even eat a grain of sugar. Not fun.
Junior year: two ingrown toenails. I had to miss a couple days for a microsurgery, then hopple around wearing giant bandages.
This year, a.k.a. Senior year: the mother of all colds. As in dizziness, death rattle cough, head stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey (although my stuffing is not even half good.) and extreme tiredness.
Thanks body. I love you. Why don't you learn how to stick up for yourself, eg? Ibdon't need no illnesses. Hey, sick germs! Leave this kid alone!
*editing note* It has been discovered that I have Bronchial Pneumonia. Awesome.
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