So here it goes... I wake up this morning to get to school by 6:45 for marching band, I don't get woken up till 6:30, so I dont have time to shower... I change my shirt, put on some pants, grab some pop tarts, and head to the truck... I'm ok with that, because it is not all that unusual... I am walking from the band room to the parking lot with all the amps and my bass on a cart, and I start to get a headache... I figure that I am just hungry, so I eat my poptarts, and it goes away. When practice is over, the headache comes back, so I have to sit through school with this headache that I know is going to lead to a stomach ache that will lead to a migraine and then puking... I put my stuff away, and head to bio feeling like crap. We are standing by the door waiting to leave, and my bag is covering my crotch area... My friend kevin pulls the "Whats the capital of Thailand?" "i dunno." "BANGKOK!" trick on me, and nails me in the right twin... He thought he would hit my bag, but i flinched and my bag moved... it was a nice shot... if it was not me he hit, I would have commended him... So i got a ride to the nurses office, and skipped half of math... I suffer through lunch, the food makes me feel slightly better... I get through english... then PE... then jazzband... all the while getting worse... then my dad comes and picks me up, we drive to my moms, drop off my amp, then go to my bass lesson... we stopped at 711 for some excedrin, i take the pill, take some water, and 1 minute after taking the water, i puked. Just as I opened the door, i blew out my burger from lunch all over the parking lot... then ran over to a bush to finish puking... I went inside to tell my teacher i was to sick, paid him, then he just said that we are gonna do an hour next week... then I went home, and slept in my moms room for like 2 hours, and then i felt better.