Poisoned Into the Waste Basket.

January 11, 2009

I feel like the unlucky contestant who won a trip to the snake pit. It was probably a very stupid idea to not eat real food after the bomb scare evacuation. This morning, I only had half a bagel. Period 4, we were evacuated and Ana, Jaelynn, Audrey, and myself headed to Walgreens to pick up some snacks. We came back to Ana's house with white cheddar popcorn, kit-kats, dark chocolate, and twizzlers. We watched Paranormal Activity, scaring the crap out of Jaelynn. I go home afterwards and find some pasta a la vodka on the table waiting for me. I was already a bit queasy from all the junk food, but I decided to eat some anyway. We heard to the mall, and I'm slightly barfing in the parking lot of JC Penny. We head to the main mall and I'm feeling just about out of it. We head to the bathroom and I poop. I later find myself in the same bathroom, now with my head in the toilet. Holy Fuck. Paranormal Activity was not the one giving me nightmares that night. It was more or less finding myself with diarrhea, sitting on the toilet, while vomiting into a waste basket in front of me. I felt like I was on the verge of dying. Its no fun at all, being unable to breath while a waterfall of sour liquids and everything I possibly ate that day found it's way out of my system. I got thirsty after a while. I read somewhere that its good to drink flat ginger ale. I threw that up. I tried hot ginger tea. It wasn't before long until I was running pack to the bathroom. Every time I lied down, the substances found their way back up. I didn't want this reward. This stupid game show of a life. This picture disgusts me to the n^th degree. ugh.