being sick sucks

so the first saturday of spring break was great.
i hung with sarah and watched monty python meaning of life, followed by going to carytown to get dunnys. i parked in cary court, and iw as still in need of an american apparel fanny pack. AA being right there i was like "i gotta see if they have fanny packs. theyre always out when i go in!" so i go in, and damn dude, there was one left, a black nylon fanny pack. as if it werent good enough i got a cool dunny with sarah.
oh good song just came up on my itunes. "Celebration day" by led zeppelin
back to the story
we proceeded to go to hyperlink to see my friends band Duchess of York ( www.myspace.com/doymusic ), who are awesome by the way. fortunatly and unfortunatly they were the headliners. fortunatly for them really. i didnt want to stay at the shithole that is hyperlink for long. its so bad for live shows unless its in the back stage which is huge. instead the show was on a sunken stage so that you can only really see if you are front row.
then i had to listen to uncle vinny or whatever that shit band was, and then the rulers, who were what? 40 year old men whos only solution to a mid life crisis is play for a bunch of teenagers at a college campus. real cool. i digress.
opm played, and i love the guys in that band, but its not my jam. so sarah and i sat on the upper level until duchess played. oh yeah sarah and i got sweet shirts from duchess of york, which were printed really well on american apparel black tees. the quality was awesome.
after the show, which was pretty good, the crowd sucked, sarah and i met randomly connor and a guy he works with at abercrombie, outside saharas. they invited us to hookah with them. this is where the night stillw as awesome, but fucked up my next day.
hookah was great, we had a fun time. but remember. hookah equals llike 100 times the tar than cigarrettes and another insane increase in nicotene intake than cigs.
so after hookah sarah and i came back to my house and we wathced team america. then she had to go.
i went to bed and the next morning i had to play soccer.
ok soccer after hookahing for liek an hour and a half is not good. my lungs were so fucking tight. i couldnt breathe. and some douchebag also clipped me underneath my shingaurd. other and we tied when we should have won. after the game i rode home with johnny, and then went to lunch with him dean and rachel. johnnys deans dad. dean also plays on the team with me, and he is drummer for duchess. rachels his girl. we went to mary angelas and got so much food. it was great. after that dean rachel and i saw 300. best fucking movie ive seen in years.
ok i get home, and i start to have the chills. and im sore, but i figured that was from soccer, and i was coughing, but i figured it was from playing soccer and hookahing. i didn tknow why i had the chills.
next morning i have a fever of 103. grrrrrreat.
continues for the next day. and all this time iw as like i dont have th eflu, i had a flu shot.
nope! i saw the doctor and he was liek. its the flu.
greeeeaaaatttt.
i have the 103 temp from monday to thursday. friday i start to feel better. but not really. my chest is still fucked.
saturday i see 300 with sarah, and go back to her house and watch wag the dog. my favorite movie of all time, tied with how i won the war. then saturday still sick
sunday still sick
all this week still sick.
now i have like the early stages of bronchitis.

i cant wait to be better. i wanna play soccer really bad.
and i have to work tomorrow. but thats cool cos i work at urban outfitters. and we are badass and its one of the coolest jobs ever. i love my coworkers, theyre hilarious. finally something fun.
oh yeah it was emilys birthday this week, which should be a national holiday cos shes so legendary, but yeah the feds are dumb and dont recognize this shit.

PEACE