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Hello Peoples,
I'm hoping to be hit with a streak of creative genius, seeing as some of my friends (Jessie) seem to think that I've lost my touch for the 'funny' articles I was known for in the past.
*Sniffs* Which I take as an insult towards my person, AND my writing capabilaties!
Unfortunatley for me, I'm sick and not in a mood to write a "FUNNY" article, so instead, I'm going to use my large vocabulary to it's fullest extent; some of you may need to grab a dictionary for this article.
*smiles-to-self*
Now, I will start at the expostion of this anecdote, and will tell you of my abysmal, appalling, atrocious, and otherwise tedious day. I awoke this morning to a most dreadful and moderately humid (that is to say it was raining) type of day. My body was in a listless, and lethargic state and I had awoken to discover that my body had betrayed me yet again, as it seems to want to do intermittenly during my, admittedly, short existence.
You see, as I awoke this morning, I had anticipated finding that yesterdays infirmity had vanished, and that I would be as spry, and vigorous as ever. But alas, as I have asserted before, my treacherous body had yet again deceived me, and I had an ever so achingly sore esophagus.
When I conveyed this to my mothering parental unit, she expressed an immense trepidition over what it might be that was upsetting my person. My mother acquired a flashlight to peer down my aching throat. She uttered how marred my throat looked, then confined me to my bed! After which she telephoned a physician; an appointment was scheduled for me at 1:30 p.m.
I slumbered till 11:00 a.m., at which point I was ever so brusquely awoken by my vexatious pet canine, Jack.
After having been roused so, I decided to call my mother, at which point she bestowed upon me, a list of tasks for me to do that was only 2 items long.
So...I vacumed, and did the dishes.
Soon, my distressed mother came home from work, to our abode, and we commensed in eating a reheated lunch.
Then, my fathering parenal unit arrived at our dwelling place and drove me to my Hai-zi Yi-sheng 's office. On the way to this medicinal office I sat in my father's motorized vehicle and put pen to paper in writing my algebraic mathematic notes. One chapter and 30 minutes later, we arrived at our intended destination, and vacated our vehicle.
In the reception area we signed in and waited both tolerantly and patiently to be hailed by the nurses who were doing their optimum, considering the perceptibly hectic schedule they were following.
In the lobby we met a female who my mother toiled along side with. After conversing a while with her we were beckoned forth to meet the doctor.
After about half an hour of supressed gagging on a cotton swab, the doctor informed, me and my father both, that I had strep throat.
Yay! *rolls eyes*
Anyways, after that is what I'd deem history.
We reached our intended goal, and I was restricted to my bed with a diminutve quantity to do save to lie around and read!

Well, that was my rather extended blog.
The moral (?) , you ask. Well it's this:
Careful of how you comment on other's blogs. (For example, saying that they're getting BORING, because, you see, the comment might come back and bite ya on the tucas)
BYE!