That Ginger Guy

Abingdon at pace (took by me)

Lets start with last night to explain what I am talking about.I am finding it hard to think what to write at the moment as I feel like I am going though a writers block. Anyway last night I found it hard to get to sleep, don’t know why, maybe I was thirsty or I had something on my mind, but I did eventually got to sleep at like towards 2am. About a hour or so later I hear this massive thud and a screaming sound. I woke up seriously confused what just happened. I dashed to my parents room and it turned out that my mom fainted. She didn’t know where she was or what was going on around her. The fainting is all due to her having this kidney disease that her blood pressure is very low. I don’t want to be posting her personal life on her but that what happened. Anyway, that meant that I hardly had any sleep.

In the morning my phone was ringing but it was my mom calling me as a alarm clock, I slept though my actual alarm clock again. I looked at the time and panicked I wouldn’t have enough time to get up, and was very tried. I chatted to my mom and she was trying to do things she wasn’t meant to be doing, trying to dash around. I got really concerned for her and told her to get to bed. Just as well she got back as she did as could hardly breath. Anyway, I can’t really post more about that as my mom deserves not to have her life on here.

But it turned out that even though as much I wanted to go to college, I seriously was needed at home and also there was the fact that I looked like a zombie from lack of sleep. I already tried walking to college half asleep and I nearly got run over. I just couldn’t confederate with that much lack of sleep. So I decided that I sleep in till the time the nurse arrives and take it from there.

I needed to contact the college that I wasn’t coming in, so I searched in my bag for my college id. It wasn’t in the front pocket. So I looked in the rest of the bag. I then thought to myself, ‘Oh bugger, that card have all the contact details on it’. I then remembered that I sent a text before to the college, so looked at my phone and it was there. The problem was that the phone didn’t allow me to edit that message unless I forwarded it. This meant that I had to write the phone number on to my hand and then re-enter it all.  I had the wrong teacher name on it but I just went along with it as I couldn’t be brothered to go though anything else like that today.

I had the task of getting myself breakfast. I was thinking eggy bread but there was a problem. They was nothing stocked in the place. My mom used to do all the shopping and she can’t now. I had to wait till lunchtime for my dad to arrive at lunchtime so I could eat something. He gave me a werid look when he did arrive and was like ‘Why you looking at me like this?’. It turned out that the hand I was resting on was the same one I written the number on and it was all over my face. I wish he just said that though.

Anyway,  I am about to get myself dinner and then I am tidying my room. If I have lost that college id, I think that I will be murdered by the college. No jokes.