The Diet of L's

Another big L

     For these past weeks, I have not completely embarrassed myself or did anything incredibly stupid, so I had nothing to write about. That was until earlier today.
     I woke up to my alarm. I tried to eat breakfast, but I was just too full. I then had a sudden urge to go to the bathroom. I'm not going to go into graphic detail, but going to the bathroom was not a pleasant experience. This put me in a bad mood for the rest of the morning.
     I put on my sweat shirt that smelled like smoke from a campfire. The reason for that is because I had been on a rafting trip over the weekend and my dumbass brought my exclusive basketball sweatshirt that even had my last name in the back, so it was special.
     Long story short, at the end of rafting, my sweatshirt was drenched. We got back to the campsite and I tried to dry it over a fire. It did not get much drier, but it had a strong campfire smell. My mom washed it when I got home, but it still smelled a little bit.
     Since I like that sweatshirt, I wore it. I was in a bad mood so I didn't give a crap if other people smelled it.
     The bus pulled up at the usual time and I hopped on. I sat down and reached for my phone and earbuds. This was the first time this year I had forgotten. To my horror, I realized I had forgotten them. What am I going to do? So the bus ride was just me looking out the window just waiting to get to school.
     During the bus ride, I felt a little bit sick. My stomach hurt a little bit. I just shrugged off and thought it would go away as usual. I deep down hoped that I would not throw up today.
     Finally, the bus reached the school. When it stopped, I suddenly felt very sick.
     I suddenly, threw up on the seat in front of me, in my khakis, and on my sweatshirt.
     "Are you ok?" Asked a senior that saw me throw up.
     "Not really," I responded.
     The bus driver came over and gave me seltzer that would help me. She also told me to call my mom to pick me up. Then I remembered that I forgot my phone.
     I always seem to forget my phone at the wrong times. An example of this was when I had basketball practice and it was at a different gym. My mom just had left when I realized that I was at the wrong gym. I forgot my phone, so I could not call my mom. I asked someone to bring me home and they were nice enough to do so. I arrived at practice 30 minutes late.
     My bus driver told me to use her phone to call my mom. I did not know my mom's cell phone number, so I called her home phone. She did not pick up because she was dropping my brother off at school.
     I then had to clean my pants and go to the main office. I told them that I was sick and I needed my mom to pick me up. They called her and she picked up. She said that she would be there shortly.
     For the next 30 minutes, I played 2048. Then my mom picked me up. For the rest of the day, I watched family guy and spongebob.