Another Story. Yay!

This is another story and yes, I did lose something, but it wasn't my backpack this time. Promise!

I'm on my bus coming home from school, texting my boyfriend, and I fell asleep with the phone in my hand. My brother thought it would be funny to wake me up by screaming in my face by the time we got to our bus stop. So he screams," AAAHHH!" and I wake up screaming,"AAAHHH!... you idiot!". I realize that we are at our stop, so I rush up and get out of the bus. I walk with my friend half way to my house, which is where we always stop for five minutes to talk and then split, and right then and there I realize, where the heck is my phone!? I freak out instantly, searching through my backpack, my pockets... nothing. "I left my phone on the bus! Oh my gosh, I left my phone on the bus!" Meanwhile my friend offers to go with me back to the bus stop to try to catch it on the way back. We run to the stop, and then run to the other side of the road. A few bus's pass by, but none of them was our bus. Eventually I become so frustrated that upon seeing the next bus, I jump into the middle of the road and get the bus to stop. Crazy, I know! So, we get the bus driver to radio our bus to see if my phone really is on the bus. And guess what? It was! He found it and I just have to pick it up in the morning! By now you'd probably think that I'd be well at ease, but oh no, I wasn't. I had anxiety all day because I lost my only connection to talking to my boyfriend. I flustered myself thinking how worried he'd get. But it was all okay by the next morning, which was the first time I ever took the bus to school, because I got my phone (yay :D) and I called him to tell him what happened. The funny thing was that I got, like, six messages from him. Ah, I felt so bad. But, anyways, it all worked out. I got my phone, so it was a happy ending.

Sicky... bleh

I'm sick.... Sore Throat... well, now it's itchy.... in addition to a stuffy nose... hard to sleep because I can't really breath... tons of pills... hope I don't overdose.....

Wish I were like the lady in the picture! She actually gets to stay in bed. Me? Well I have actual work at the end of the school year so I can't afford to miss school (been that way since the beginning of the year, and I thought I'd get a break, psh). I shouldn't complain, though. People get annoyed at complainers. So maybe I should toughen up and pretend I'm not sick like birds do. Except birds will feign health until they are near-death sick, which is not good. At all.

So I have found that my voice is going away! No! I need to be able to talk clearly, or else it is just creepy. I mean, My voice would be all scratchy and scary. Plus it would hurt to talk.

You know, I despise getting sick. I just have a crappy day whenever I get sick because everything seems ten times worse than what it really is because for some reason I fluster myself more easily when I am sick. It is kind of like, "... and to top it all off, I'M SICK!" 

I constantly drink orange juice so why did I get sick?

My thoughts are everywhere! Ah!

So the point is, being sick sucks. 

I'd elaborate, but I'm too sick to function at the moment. -_- Bleh.

Another Funny Story

Ahemm! *cough cough*

So I wake up late this morning, right? And I walk out of my house with my backpack, my uniform- Wednesdays are uniform days and because i woke up late i had no time to put it on- and an American Eagle bag with my uniform shoes and gel. So I get to seminary, which is like a mini Sunday school class before school, blah blah blah, time to leave to school. So i get to school, walk into JROTC, and realize, "Oh crap! Where is my backpack and my little baggie!" and by now I'm freaking out. Bad. Then I was calling myself an idiot, and called my boyfriend five minutes before the bell rang (he goes to a different school, so yeah, call on the phone) because he always knows what to say to calm me down. I calmed down just a litlle bit, only a little.
Anyways, I end up spending my first two periods without a backpack and without a uniform on. It wasn't that bad actually because my first hour is AP U.S. History (we already took the exam so we are done basically and I ended up going to JROTC anyways where we watched Band of Brothers- good stuff) and my second hour, Spanish 5, we didn't use any paper at all so it was all good. My mom brought my stuff that I left at seminary to school at around the end of 2nd hour which was AMAZING because now I didn't have to freak out anymore. Sooooooo.... yeeah, that's basically the whole story. Yup :)

So... Funny Story :)

I have a few funny stories that, what the heck, I feel like sharing:

I remember my grandma telling me a funny story about when I was a baby. Ok, so its just my grandma, my twin brother and I. My brother and I were laying on a blanket on the floor in the living room while my grandma watched over us. She had to leave for some reason real quick and when she came back, I disappear. Gone! So by now, she is freaking out in full out spanish (this was in Puerto Rico by the way) so you can just imagine if you're latino. She is looking down the halls, in the kitchen, behind the chairs, and I am still nowhere to be found. Then, out of nowhere, she hears a noise, looks down, and sees a tiny foot sticking out from beneath the sofa. Guess who it was? Me! I happened to crawl underneath the sofa.

Yaaaay. Happy ending. :D
Ok what else?
This next story is more recent:

So it's the end of a regular school day and I have a meeting for JROTC. Twenty minutes later, the meeting is over and I was given an ACU uniform to take home. So I have the bag with the uniform, I'm, in the process of going home with a friend, and I get a call from my sister saying that she's locked out of the house. So now I'm like,"Great". I get home and I check the front door, the back door, and all the sliding doors, and for sure she was right. Right then I realized," Crap. Where is my backpack?" I had left it at school. Crap! Now I'm freaking out, calling my mom who said she wont be able to get there for an hour (apparently she is really far away). So I am forced to wait in my backyard until my mom comes home to unlock the house. It's me and my sister, waiting... waiting... During that I called my boyfriend- he wasn't my boyfriend then- to have someone to talk to while my sister was screaming Hey Jude at the top of her lungs, really annoying. Blah Blah my mom gets home, she takes me back to school where I'm sprinting back and forth looking for a security guard, custodian, anyone, to open the door to my 4th hour, which is where my backpack is. Ten minutes later I find this one lady janitor that only speaks spanish- THANK GOD I SPEAK SPANISH- who got me this other guy to open the door to get my backpack. By now I have my backpack, all happy, yay. But then my 4th hour teacher, right at that moment, shows up! What the heck!? He could have opened the door!
The end :\

Was story time great? This was fun, maybe I'll tell stories like this every week, or every other week. What did you think of my stories??