Also Known As A Striped Flower?

bi·zarre adj \be-zär\ a: strikingly out of the ordinary, odd, extravagant, or eccentric in style or mode b : involving sensational contrasts or incongruities bizarre noun \be-zär\ a flower with a typical striped marking Today….was interesting, intriguing, bizarre, and any other synonym you can find of the word. It all started at precisely 7:50 am this Friday morning. As the hair-raising buzz of my alarm clock awoke me from my much needed slumber, I slapped the snooze button, groaned, and began to roll over when my hazy eyes fell upon an opposite pair. Wide, dilated, brilliant, glowing, emerald eyes peered up at me from beneath my blankets. These startling lookers were surrounded by frizzy, gray fluff and a shiny black nose which was being repeatedly tasted by a tiny pink tongue. What a site to wake up to. The even weirder thing is…my cat(Clyde) wouldn’t be caught dead under the blankets! But, for some reason, today he was. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I gently patted his head and rolled the opposite way and out of bed. So, I went down to my Pop’s desk to search for his USB stick so I could transfer my essay for Expository Compisition onto his computer to print. No cigar. I continued in my sleepy state to fumble around in search of a blank CD-R. Still nothing. But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? Tis the East and Liam my Ipod is the sun! Arise fair sun and transfer my essay to be printethed!….I just remembered what my Ipod indeed was….a mass USB storage device. All those times I needed to transfer something and I came up empty handed…the answer was literally singing in my ears. So, I printed it! But…the printer was out of ink. Ehh, I went and readied myself for school and peeked into the refrigerator for lunch. Guess what I found? A cannister of tea! Blasphemy! How did my dad know that my friend Mimi had brought a cannister that looked almost identcal to mine filled with tea to school only the day before? By now, it’s 8:20(first period excused). Let us time skip an hour. There I was sitting in Journalism in my seat in the very back beside some boy whose name I have no knowledge of and just as I went to write my daily journal, I remembered I left my pencil case at Mimi’s house. Facepalm. I, then, reluctantly turn to the boy beside me and ask in a sweet, polite voice if I may borrow a pencil. He’s smacking his gum when he turns to me and says, “Got any lead?”. To which I respond with a shake of the head. He then digs in his backpack and slams a pencil atop my desk and tells me to keep it before inspecting me and asking, “Wanna mini-stapler?” To which I reply,”Ummm, a-a mini-stapler?” He nods his head, still smacking on his gum.”Uhh, no thanks.” I reply. He then shrugged and slouched back into his seat. Odd. Time skip four hours. It’s 5th period Economics and I check in because I’m about to go donate blood in the gym. A myriad of questions and big, frightful eyes stamped an invisible sign on my forehead which read IT’S MY FIRST TIME. The helpers all gave me a sympathetic look as if they were saying, “Aww, look at the baby.” My friend tugged me along to the waiting area where she stuffed both my face and bag with food. (My favorite was the canned Cranberry juice.) My turn soon came and I was whisked away by nurses into a make-shift privacy booth. She asked my information, took my blood pressure then brought out THE device……..<~~~FML moment. Now, I usually don’t care about getting shots. If anything, it amuses me. (Like that’s not weird at all.) But there’s one thing I can’t stand …. finger pricking. The nurse snickered at my face which had, “I did NOT sign-up for this.” written all over it. Alas, I gulped and took it like a champ. Prick. Nope. “Oopsie. Let me try that again. Other hand please.” Prick. Nope. “Shoot. I’m just not with it today.” By this time I’m looking to the sky pleading for a miracle to save me. So, she tries once more…which was successful but something was wrong with the machine that tests for iron levels…and it spit out an extremely low number…7.6. Wow, what? The nurse mutters something to herself and hurries out of the booth, leaving me in confusion. A few moments later, a legit doctor lady comes in and takes the nurses place. She apologizes and goes to finger prick yet again with the results turning up the same. If the standard is 12.5 and I’m 7.6…shouldn’t I be dead or something?? She mumbled something I thought was, “There’s no way.” and…yes, went to prick me AGAIN. By this time I was already crippled from the toture which is the pricking of finger tips and didn’t notice she had done it again. This time, the reader displayed 11.6. “That’s better, but still unhealthy. Unfortunately, we cannot allow you to donate blood. Take some iron tablets and see us in three months! Help yourself to the snack bar and make sure to grab a t-shirt on your way out.” And I did just that. I left to Calligraphy with band-aids on nearly every finger (just like Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors haha) and my well deserved Blood Drive t-shirt. Though, I did have a good time in Calligraphy eating quadruple stuffed Nutter Butters, failing at attempting Mimi’s Algebra 1 homework (sad, I know.), and being an accomplice in a classmate water gun shooting. But the ever present throbbing in my fingertips was a dull, continuous reminder of my previous demise. Time skip two hours. I can sleep anywhere and everywhere…my stepmom calls me a hobo. What can I say? I need my afternoon nap. It’s funny, when I was little, I absolutely despised nap time with my mother. There was so much to be done! Bikes to ride (with training wheels, of course.), stray dogs to catch, concoctions to be made, fake lives to live in little plastic toddler houses, friends to play Power Rangers with. You name it…the list goes on. And I did everything in my power to evade prison, otherwise known as nap time. So, there I was sleeping on my Stepmom’s Ma’s couch, dreaming my troubles away when I’m awakened by a tingly, wet sensation on my earlobe. The puppy who they call Logan, was nibbling on my ear. Like that doesn’t happen everyday, right? The rest of my day was normal. The end.

…Signing Off…
~*~Rommie~*~