The story of Jacobs weekend + monday (as told by me)

So lets take a trip. To a land before we had worries about numerous things. Like.. yeah. So hop in zem time machines and take a trip to looooooooooooong ago. Uhh.. Friday.


Friday: It's like.. 6 something in the morning, and I get to Hawthorne. Theres a few other people there. Don't remember who. Then there was the thing about the thing. We get on the bus, and check it, the rookies have to load it. Lame. It doesn't take that long. We're good at it. So we ride to Disneyland. We get there, and our driver happens to have a suspended license. How stupid, rite? So we get to the performance thing late. Almost. We play, and it pretty much flops. So yeah. We get just hang out at the park, and we got a group of 7. Me, Jona, Liz, Aldo, Irvine, Eliu and the one who couldn't help to be in every picture. Yeah. Long day. Shit happens. We get back to Hawthorne. And its like 1. We unload the bus, yada yada yada, bus a mission to the gas station, bust a mission back, and go to ze gym for lights-out at 2. Technically this is already Saturday, but whatever. Sleep.

Saturday: They wake us up at 7:30am. I woke up earlier cuz E-Man was being loud as fuuck. We go to the band room, and there we find cereal. And sammiches. And fruit. I only had a little to eat. Tis a mistake I would regret. We go to the big gym, stretch, and block up outside. DJ tells us to run for 1 hour. So we run.

And run.

And run.

And run.

After the run, I kinda loose it and loose control of my body. It goes numb, I can't see a thing. So someone goes to get help (I'm pretty sure it was Eliu) . Thats all i remember. I remember hearing faint voices, but all I could recognize was Liz. Weird. Anywho, I get my consciousness back and i'm in the back of an ambulance looking around going "wut the feezy". Some guy asks me a bunch of questions, and I end up in some hospital in Inglewood. Yeah. They let me go, and my ateh picks me up. I get home and sleep.

And sleep.

And sleep. Cue Sunday.

Sunday: I sleep. All day. Sleep, eat, Rock Band. Life of a gamer at his best. Git 'er done.

Monday: I wake up and have shallow breathing, but Im still alive. Anywho, I bus ride and it seems like forever since ive seen Daisy, Allen, Edgar, etc etc. So we get to school, bell rings, and yada yada yada. AP Theory time. We get there, and i feel worse. People have to take some makeup test, and i could barely breath. Some time later, I guess the bell rings, and I'm completely out of it. The pain in my chest is unbearable, I couldn't breath, and Sensei calls someone to get me downstairs. I get to the nurses office, and uhh.. yeah. I get picked up by my mom. She drives like a fucking psycho to Kaiser Panorama, and I'm in there for a good 4-5 hours. IV needles, gowns, the whole fucking package. They say its chest pain with unknown causes. Who knows. Maybe im dead. Or better. Hungry (which I was at the time). I get out, and sleep.

And sleep. You know the rest.

Today (Tuesday): Sleep, eat, and Rock Band. This time with Bob Marley. Even he couldn't cure the chest pain. Its still there as I write this. Yeah. Shit sucks.







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RAW EGGS!!!

Wierd weekend.

Disneyland.
Gym floor.
Hospital.

Uhh.. yeah.

Details tomorrow.





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