It started like a normal school day. That means I woke up at 6 15 in the morning. After this, however, things began to go downhill with such an ill force only Friday 13 can have. For the rest of the day everything was going from bad to worse and and it did not stop till Saturday.
I wanted to have my breakfast warm and when doing that I burnt my toast (a little bit).
My first guitar class was good except the fact that I had lost all my picks and had to buy new ones. It costed me almost a dollar.
Chemistry wasnt so good. I did not have my homework done and was begining to feel a little tired. Just when I thought I would fell asleep, one of our chemical formulas - arsenic sulfide - came out to be AsS. Everyone was happy and it woke me up (a little bit).
The second guitar class was normal but my fingers started to hurt a little.
History was boring and I did not do anything. I felt something was a little bit wrong that day.
Lunch was pleasant. My Friday 13th sandwitch was as good as the Thursday 12th and I heard a new joke:
"How do you know that your roommate is gay? Because his dick tastes like shit (a little bit)"
After lunch I had English class. There another friend told me another joke:
"A gay man goes into a tattoo shop and tells the artist he wants a tattoo of a car on his dick. The artist asks what kind of car? And the gay guy says: you better make a truck, because it is going to get mudddyyy!"
At that point I should have realized something was wrong. Two excellent jokes like these in one hour, that does not happen every day. It is a bad sign but of course I did not know it at that time.
Then there were two last periods, government and math. I was feeling really sick and was glad when the school was over.
While waiting for my host-brother to drive us home, I got a little bit of a cake from one girl who was passing by. I had never got a piece of somebody's valentine cake before. I can only guess why she did it, but I think I must have looked so ill that she gave it to me like a sign of good bye.
When we got home I was wondering whether I should take my temperature. It was Coul who decided it. I usually take him out when I return from school, but that day he just looked at me and went to sleep again. You know how people say that dogs have some special senses - it seems to be true. He just knew I was not able to walk that day. When I took my temperature I had 100 F.
After that I went to bed and was a little dizzy for a little while. I discovered that my camera on my phone could be turned to face me and at the same time I could still see the display. I spent about 20 minutes watching myself in the phone and it was really cool. The phone was a little slower than reality, so when I closed my eyes and opened them again, I saw myself blinking back at me.
After that I went to bed and had a little bit of sleep.
Now, after reading all this terrible little misfortunes that had happened to me:)), you must know how I felt when I discovered that there is another Friday 13th next month...
btw. stalo se vam neco na tenhle patek? Samozrejme ne tak hroznyho jako mne tady, ale to nevadi