Sugar Rush

I'm going to have to say that my most memorable time, that I can remember would have to be the two days before I came to Job Corps. My friends knew that I was going to be going off to Job Corps in a couple of days, so they decided to put me on a sugar rush. Now a sugar rush is a way to poke fun at your friends, by getting them all hyper. The fun key is I could eat whatever I wanted as long as it was: 1.) Very sour 2.) Had caffeine or 3.) Was very high in sugar, and of course they paid for everything and picked the sweets for me to eat. A good game if you want to gain some weight. Not a game to play everyday.

So after I was put in the game my friends took me to Cheese Cake Factory, because they knew I love cheesecake. While at the Cheese Cake Factory I ate three whole pies, but I stayed clam. See if I start acting crazy or like I'm hyper I would loose the game. Next after we left the cheesecake factory, they carried me to a 7-11, by my friends house. One of my brothers bought thirteen dollars in pure candy. I felt good in a way and very sick in another way but I wasn't going to lose. From 1 to 8 pm was the time frame in which I killed off the small mountain of candy. After that most of my friends got discouraged, they now believed that I had an iron stomach. Some threw in the towel and just gave up, others wanted to stick around to see how sick I would get.

I didn't get a chance to eat anything healthy, and at that point in time the sugar started to take its effect on me. But I calmed down and took a nap. I woke up to my big brother and his girl standing over me poking me with a pool stick. They told me that I slept like I was drunk, with my tongue hanging out my mouth and halfway off the bed. They also informed me that they had been poking me for the last 2 hours, and that when I brought up the question "What time is it?" They told me that it was 10:30. I started to freak out. I wasted most of my day sleeping, mad and upset. I stood up then remembered that I didn't waste my day, as the bad rumble in my stomach got louder.

As I was heading to the front room, my brother asked me if I was going to go to Denny's with him and his girl. I said sure. When we got to Denny's my brother reminded me that the sugar game raged on. I replied, "I know, and I not worried about it." Suddenly his girl- friend whispered something in his ear. I looked on in curiosity. My brother then challenged me saying, "If your not worried, let me order for you." So I threw caution to the wind and said, "your on."

My biggest mistake. He ordered one cappuccino, one vanilla cappuccino, and one black coffee with the whole entire little sugar bowl dumped inside. At this point in time I was worried because I might lose, but my pride is way too big to back down to anything. So I started drinking and finished all three, but he wouldn't stop. He ordered two sodas for me as well, so I killed those off. Now I was feeling strange, but I didn't let them know that. They drove me back to the house to drop me off.

It was now like 12:35 and before my brother left, he asked me, in a evil sounding voice, "Hey don't you have to start Job Corps tomorrow?" I said yeah with a smile. I was proud that I was starting back into school. My brother and his girl started laughing. I didn't understand what they were laughing at, and then my brother told me, "You fool. I wasn't trying to make you lose at the sugar rush game. I was screwing you from sleeping tonight." Then everything hit me like a ton of bricks. I had consumed way too much sugar today plus I messed up by taking a nap; there was no way I could burn off all that sugar. There was no way I was going to be able to sleep. I had been set up from the start by all my friends, and then they all let me sleep so I wouldn't be sleepy later tonight. It was now 12:50 and my brother and his girl drove off slowly laughing their heads off. I walked into the house thinking about all the stuff I was going to have to do in a few hours. Then I started to panic and my heart that I kept at a low speed all day started beating really fast, and I couldn't slow it down. I was Rushed. I lost.