WTF!?! and Why I Hate Spain
Last night I was settling into bed after a stressful day of school and work, and my neck was killing me. I figured it was from dance, since I’ve been working on some ballet choreography for one of my classes. At like 3am my neck and my upper back are raging in pain, and the slightest touch is excruciating, also I can’t swallow for my life. I of course call Dr. Mom. Who tells me to go to the doctor. Which I hate doing, because I always feel that they just diagnose me with something I already fiqured out, but I need them to write the script. But this time I was perplexed. I was having a very WTF? moment. Well I went to the Doctor’s and guess what! I have Shingles, and it may already be infecting my spine and my brain!!! When the doctor told me that, I really had a WTF? moment. How did I go from being absoultely fine to f***ing SHINGLES? (Btw, shingles is an infection of the herpes zoster virus, its not THE Herpes you’re thinking. I haven’t even had sex yet people, it would be really F***ed up if I got herpes before I even had sex. I’m as clean as a Jonas Brother!) So I have to monitor myself and go back in to the doc’s tomorrow. The pain is already increasing in my spine, UGH this sucks, and I have so much to do! Also this Weds is the first day of Pygmalion Music Festival, thats freaking tomorrow!!! And I’m sick! Another thing that sucks is getting you’re blood drawn. The nurse lady literally FISHED around in my freaking left arm for a vein! Then finally went to my right arm to try again, and was like “Oh, I should have started over here! haha!” I wanted to puke, I felt so sick and dizzy, and I could smell the blood. Its only my own blood that makes me sick. I have no problems sticking other people, cutting up cadavers, and watching live surgery up close which I got to do at Alexian Brothers Hospital last summer. Yeah, I got the hook-up with my grandma’s Cardio Surgeon, he’s really cool. But No one makes me bleed my own blood…no one!
Which is why I hate Spain. Ok, that’s not really why, they haven’t made me bleed or anything. Still I hate them for taking James Augustine from the Orlando Magic. Which means I also hate Orlando, Florida for sending James over there. Yes, my favorite basketball player (aka the love of my life), who does not get enough credit or props has been offically sent to FREAKING SPAIN!!!! So when Night of Ledgends came around this past Sat. guess who was not there! JAMES!! When all the basketball players went to Soma afterwards, guess who wasn’t there again! JAMES!! When I got hit on by a basketball player, guess who it was not!!! JAMES!!! Thank you Spain for being stupid, speaking spanish, and taking the best person (besides Robert Carmine, omg I love him) in America out of America. James Augustine. That’s why I support ITALIA in all Calcio (that’s soccer for all you non-Italian speakers) games. ::muttering:: stinking flan eating, Federer supporting, basketball star stealing…
P.S. Dear Spain,
Please send James back. You don’t really like basketball anyways. I’m sorry I said you eat flan, I think its gross too. You just should have said no when Orlando offered him over to you. I guess its really Orlando’s fault, but they have Disney World so I can’t really hate them, and I’m an American, plus I like Italia better anyway. I guess I’ll have to learn Spanish and move over there, and you think I’m kidding. I will be court side…watch.
James Augustine playing for C.B. Gran Canaria
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