Chuck Taylors and The Pillows

Okay, I lied, and unforunatly its not going to be my last today. I didn't go to school today. I hope you can forgive me for deceiving you. This will be the last time, I promise. I wasn't really lying at the time however, I did believe my statements to be true. But when I woke up this morning, I had two thoughts on my mind. 1. I do feel better, but my mouth does still hurt. Should I be going back? and 2. Is there really any point of going back to school the last day of the week when you already missed the rest of it? And I couldn't deny my mind, I was making some valid points. How could I argue? I couldn't. So, I stayed home today. Now, to the second lie I'm going to tell today. Since I'm not going to school today, I'm defiantly not going back to work tomorrow. I don't want my first experience of the outside world to be "Wendys Old Fasioned Hamburgers of Danville." That means I'm going to have to call them today and exaggerate my aliments so they can't possibly allow me to work. I know that in the past managers have downed people who has called in every day of a week, but surly this is different. They couldn't of had surgery the same week. I know they'll understand, as long as I don't have to talk to the "bad" managers. These two managers are the ones I would really prefer not to work with. The ones that pretty much anybody would prefer not to work with. They are the ones who would not understand my pain and force me to work, even if I was in my deathbed. I'm just glad it will all be over when I go to college. The only down side to staying in doors all this time, is that I can't go to the concert my little town is having tonight. A band composed of four of my friends are going to be there. I really wanted to go to support them. Sorry Guys. I'll go to the next one. Wish me luck on my lies to work. Later Days.