Friday: Luckily my brother hadn't eatin my 3 hour old/cold burger-king burgers. I at too fast, almost barfed. If the coughing and dizzy/tiredness weren't enough of a sign of sickness. I had argument with brother that turned into a all out yelling match. My brother insulted me harshly, so I hit him with my tissue box... repeatedly. Box has been dented since... I'm still pissed.

Saturday: Slept and coughed, ate some Subway's "Eat fresh!" Meatball sandwiches. I had the same thing on Wednesday. My dad doesn't know the town that well enough to find cheaper food. (Damn foot long commercials) Watched the "VGA awards" with my brother just to watch "Halo Reach" preview. Took a shower and went to bed.

Sunday: 7:30 threw up. Coughing and having a sore throat sucks chocolate milk and cheese. they don't work. Don't try it. Even through my sickness, I still watched FMA BH 36. Watched Fox's Animation domination. My dad likes Family Guy. My nose exploded, blood was everywhere! D: Dad made it up with Pizza. Jeeze, that helps a sick person greatly dad. *rolls eyes*

Monday: stayed home, went to bed, woke up at 4. DAY WASTED. Toke viatimans. AND CRAPPY COUGH MEDICINE THAT DOSESN'T EVEN WORK! ROAR! *is ticked off at having like, five of them, and they still don't work!*

Tuesday: Sad to find most people wern't even at school Monday. Heck, some even weren't there today. I bet they are feeling great, while I feel like crap and coughing up a storm. I droped my damn corn dog at school. Great.