Alien Babies and Alcatraz

I don’t really have a specific idea what I’m here to write about, there’s just been too much going on. Or lack thereof due to the one month grounding appointed by madre and padre.

I’ve done nothing but be sick. Which in and of itself was pretty exciting.

So, since last Tuesday I felt like I had a baby alien attempting to crawl out of my tummy, no biggie. Then from Thursday on I had the baby alien and a drill going into my brain and all my joints (neck included) felt like they had been tightened with burning barbed wire, and I was tired ( I can’t think of a imaginative way to say that). This goes on and each day I want to stay home, but mom says, “you can make it just one more day.” Finally Sunday rolls around and I’m just so tired/sick that I fall asleep 45 minutes after I’d been asleep for 13 hours. Mom flips out.

Going to the doctor is so lame, but to make matters worse we went to ‘urgent care’ and on a SUNDAY. At least take me out of school for it. Well, here I am and the Doctor is like, “You might have appendicitis, or blunt trauma/internal bleeding, or meningitis, but its probably the stomach flu.” Then Natty’s mom thinks I have meningitis. Cool.

All I’ve had to eat is mainly applesauce, but I like applesauce. It keeps my tummy from eating itself and keeps the alien baby happy too. Its also a good diet food, I’ve lost 4 pounds.

Okay, then I come to school today and I walk into Blenner and everyone is like “Lols, Ryan is here *gasp, did he use leet hax to get here.?” Apparently everyone thinks/thought I was dying, which I am. I just said its cancer not an alien baby in my tummy that’s doing it. Tomorrow we shall see if everyone is as disappointed/exuberant that I’m still alive as they were today when I showed up today.

One more thing, can someone give me something to do for the next month? like a project I can work on to pass the time of imprisonment? I was thinking of taming some wild birds like that guy from Alcatraz did, then I realized I’m comparing my life to Alcatraz, that’s just sad. At least there’s no jellyball-like dirty bombs commandeered by terrorists like in that one Nicholas Cage movie, “The Rock”.

Oh, the baby’s kicking I should go to bed.

Ry