HURRICANE.ISIDORE.FEVER.

It is rampant in the surrounding area. It is like the Ebola virus. You catch it from doing something stupid with an ape and within five minutes you're dead.

Well, I mean, if you're in a hurricane and you're doing something stupid...then, you would probably be dead within minutes from the winds. Or the fact you looked up and saw it was a monkey and not something else.

Sorry about this "monkey" stuff. I took a couple of sedatives yesterday before my dentist appointment. Yeeeees, my dentist appointment. I have this fear of large metal objects choking me and so I choke up every time they put something in my mouth. So they must Relax Me.

But by sedatives? Come on, now.

Anyway, the side effects of this damn medicine stay with me for about 48 hours. And the side effects inclue sudden loss of conciousness, dizziness, disorientation, and confusion.

Yeah...that sounds about right.

So...this whole dentist thing? They numbed my mouth, did the work, and HELLO! Instant entertainment. It's called I Can Bite My Lip As Hard As I Want And It Doesn't Hurt! .......Until the next morning at school where you find yourself screaming at your reflection in the mirror.

I got to school late this morning (power was out, see above definition of HURRCANE ISIDORE FEVER) and during first hour I felt something warm in my mouth that tasted a little funny. So I wipe my hands across my lips and there's blood. Tons of it. I had bitten my lips so much that my mouth was literally filling up with blood.

Nice mental image, eh.

It took me about half the day to calm down, but alas...the I Have Tuberculosis rumour started circulating again.

So that was it with me and the dentist.

Oh, and my five sedatives.

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So you're sipping on a Coke, thinkin' to yourself, "Hey, this chick has HURRICANE ISIDORE FEVER. She must live somewhere near the coast, eh?"

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Uuuuuhhhhh........

*sighs*

Yes. I admit it. But I anxiously await the day when I can escape from the festering hellhole known as Ben Franklin High.

Yes, that's the Ben Franklin High located in NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA, which is also the top high school in the state.

Happy, bucko???

I feel just, so......DIRTY.

Tee hee.

Anyway, back to HURRICANE ISIDORE FEVER. We've bene told to disaconnect our computers in case of a power surge. I get off of school tomorrow and Friday. Score!

Ooh, waaaait...did you say "turn the computers off"?

Yup. Sure did.

So don't expect any updates until this Isidore Bee-yotch gets it's little hurrcane ass back to Cuba.

I'll just be huddled in my room, burning candles, and listening to the wind beat on the planks of wood nailed in front of my windows.

© alexa

The counter keeps breaking and pissing me off, so NO MORE COUNTER! Mwahaha!