What a bad week to get sick, man.

So, if you read my last blog entry, you know that Mr. H has a busy week ahead of him. However, that could be ruined by this damn cold that I have. It all started when I was playing the lead voice in this game we were playing in French class where I had to speak loud the whole hour. My voice started hurting since then, I'm not sure how teachers do it. Anyway, it started with a sore throat and now I'm getting sicker, and my voice is starting to reflect that.

Today wasn't THAT special.  I didn't wake up till 7:45 (I love that luxury), and school today really wasn't extremely eventful, everything went as it should. Fifth hour was as fun as it normally is, working together with all my friends in 5th hour French will always be fun (my friend dropped a cheeto into my shoe and for some reason that gave us about 15 minutes of joy). Oh and, my purple shirt got complimented by this cool girl I talk to in my English class.

My hands are 4 times bigger than my wrists

Anyway, my phone vibrated in English and I became paranoid that my ringtone (D.A.N.C.E by Justice) would play like it did on the first day (right after my teacher got done talking about why phones kill kittens). It didn't, so I was okay. I checked the text at lunch to find that my brother was going skydiving. What the HELL

Fuck that shit

My family's none too adventurous. We like our music, our video games, and whatever else. Not skydiving. Later, my brother randomly called me and I brought up the whole skydiving business, and he said he was doing it specifically because it's a way of conquering a fear of heights. So, following that logic, it'd be similar to me confronting a Goliath Birdeater

FUCK THAT SHIT

Anyway, he brought up a good point on how it can help us move on with our lives in a more positive way. My brother and I, along with a good section of my family, are all deep thinkers. As such, we're naturally more shy. At least for me, I can barely do so much as bring up a conversation with anyone I don't know. Out in the public eye, I can put on a really nice facade, but my true self shows itself very scarcely, such as with my friends or in French class or something.

Like I said before, I have no problem with being the Lady Gaga of Spirit Week, but I refuse to dance in public, or anything like that. Weird, right?

Kermit was allegedly sent to the hospital after this interview due to shock.

Who knows, I just don't want to get sick.

Oh, and, I added a traffic tracker onto my blog, now I'll know how many people view it a day, pretty cool man.