It Was the Sound of You and I

Secret Number Thirty-Three: I love sunflowers during the summer time.

So, I took today off of work, cause I still feel crappy. Luckily, the throat isn't bothering me as much, but my jaw is still significantly sore. I attempted to eat some toast with my eggs this morning. Let me just say that I'm thankful no one was there to witness this pathetic failure. I'm pretty sure I looked like I've never used teeth before. Betsey the cow would be proud.

I just finished cleaning the bathroom so the mother would be happy. I started out being diligent, but then stopped caring and kind of blew off trying. Sorry, Mommy.

The wonderful sister wants me to come over for a couple hours and keep her company, which I shall get ready to do now. She's getting married in something like twenty days. That's so freaky. She's the first to get married out of us kids; my oldest brother is the first to have a kid. I'm starting to feel old and reminiscent.

Ah, the good old days when my older brother Jake would beat up on me, then Amorae would beat up on him, and Josh on her. Those were such lovely times.

It's kind of scary that my sister is getting married. I mean, it probably won't be too much different, because I've hung out with her and her fiance for the whole two years they've been together, helped Jonny plan the proposal, and have spent the night at their place too many times. But, there's still the fact that my sister...my best friend...is getting married. We're not going to have the same last name anymore. She's going to move into a house. She's going to have kids. My sister is growing up.
I think I'm going to cry.

I'm so happy for her, it's insane. But I'm also secretly terrified. She's the first one out of the four of us to be doing this; she's setting the bar. We'll be going to her for marriage advice, kid advice, whatever. It's just so odd.

Well, I'm off to get cute-ish.


"If I could change anything, I'd change everything but you...please promise me you won't change a thing..."

I've Been Dreaming of You From the Other Side,

Secret Number Thirty-Two: I like being taken care of.

Well, I haven't been able to blog, because I've been on bed rest since Thursday. That morning, I took part in what my high school calls "Flight School", in which we leaders guide the new incoming freshmen around the school, give advice, and act crazy. Well, at least, that's what I did. I took the chance of that morning to show these scared, timid children that life is meant to be lived crazily and without holding back. So, yeah, I belted the Alma Mater in an opera voice around the entire classroom, danced like a crazy white chick, and screamed down the quiet halls. I've always been an extrovert, but since all this new single-tood and just living life, I've learned to let go of insecurities and just be myself.

Which, I guess, is a crazy chick who has way too much school spirit. My group loved me, I just knew it. It made me feel so awesome when one of the boys came up to me and told me he admired my personality and my school spirit. I was like, Heck. Yes. :)

So, after dancing in the middle of the gym with my fellow seniors, I ran out the doors to my house. I took my "Chill Out Pill" that my surgeon gave me to take 45 minutes before my wisdom teeth surgery, and then chilled in the car on the way to the surgery. I remember sitting in the car and texting my ex-boyfriend exactly what I was thinking and feeling at that moment. Which probably wasn't what he wanted to hear. Oh, well. I was drugged. I remember freaking out cause the cars around us were moving too fast for my eyes to focus on them. I don't remember getting to the place, but I do remember the dude sticking the needle in my arm. I didn't appreciate that. Then he stuck in the sleepy-juice, and asked me about my job. Then, black.

So, I'm sad to hear that I wasn't as crazy funny as my oldest brother. However, my reasoning is that I'm already NATURALLY hilarious, so I don't need enhancing drugs to make me more comical. I think the pain medicine really just made me more blunt and want to dance more frequently.

I've had a lot of visitors, which has made me feel special and kind of queenly. However, once they all leave, I feel lonely again. I'm still trying to heal, and it's taking too long. My jaw is still swollen and in pain, and now I fear that I'm catching a cold or something. I'll probably call in to work tomorrow and let myself get an extra day of relief; no way I can scream at kids with these swollen cheeks.

Off to sleep, eat, and sleep. Thanks for listening, my two avid followers.

"Put your hands on my heart..."

Watching the Light Dim...

Secret Number Thirty-One: I don't like people touching my face.

So, house-sitting was overall pretty successful, except for the fact that my grandparents' dog may hate me. Saturday morning, I groggily rolled out of the bed and let Gizmo out front to do her thing. Normally, she'll just run to the grass, do her business, and hobble back inside no problem. I expected this as I stood at the door in my normal sleeping attire of a sports bra and boy shorts. However, Gizmo decided to switch it up. I watched her wobble closer to the steps, but didn't do anything because I expected her to just stop and you know...whatever. But no. Gizmo kept walking down the little hill, down the sidewalk, and over next door. She kept glancing at the street like she was actually considering wobbling across to try out the other neighbor's grass! Not wanting to have a dead dog hanging over my head, I ran outside, sprinted down the sidewalk, scooped her up, and dashed for the front door...all in my skivvies. I was so embarrassed, and she looked pretty smug about it.

Gizmo didn't go out front again.

Frank is gone, a friend adopted him today. I was quite sad to pack his food into her car and buckle him up...his leaves actually touched the belt this time. They grow up so fast...

So, I just got a wonderful call.

I got this call from a restricted number and didn't answer until they called again and it was a riceboxx employee telling me that they're calling random people to offer this free thing if they come to the new store and I was like," where is it?" and he didn't know. So he's looking for the paper, yelling at someone else in vietnamese and kept saying "where's the f-ing paper!?" but he couldn't find it and told me sorry we could do this another time, and told me he loved me.

I told him I loved him too.

"You haven't loved since January..."

Just Give Me One More Song...

Secret Number Thirty: I love daisies.

So, here I am on vacation at my grandparents' house this weekend. Currently, I'm lounging on the couch watching the movie Up with their old shihtzu, Gizmo. The whole empty house thing isn't freaking me out just yet...no promises about when I try to go to sleep.

So, great great news. Yesterday at work, I finally finished my Inner Fish book. I pushed myself through the Darwinistic bullshit...and landed on the other side. I was so happy. I immediately jumped up and did my Happy Dance in the Daycare's hallway, extremely pleased with myself. After work, I floated home, still on my summer-assignment high. Then, Mom told me I had a message from my school counselor. I listened, and began yelling at the recorded voice. I yelled extremities and sobbed at my desk; she called to tell me that because of my schedule, I could not take AP Biology next year. So, I wasted all that effort and frustration on nothing. Frank was useless now, and I felt bad for admitting to it.

Because of my counselor, Frank will die.

I've started to accept this, and already sold the stupid book to a friend who is actually taking the class. Life goes on, yadda yadda.
Tomorrow is my sister's wedding shower, and I'm pretty darn excited. :)

"I do not like the cone of shame..." -dog from Up

I Keep Them; They're Mine...

Secret Number Twenty-Nine: I hate Shakespeare.

Today was a pretty off day. I wasn't really sad for a specific reason; I was just SAD. I hate when that happens, cause if I know what's making me sad, I can work out a way to accept it or just ignore it. But I did have fun with my older girls there; we kept making goofy faces at each other and just laughing about nothing. I'm gonna be pretty heartbroken next week when I'm forced to work with the nasty four year-olds.

Okay, Shakespeare is impossible to pick out specific literary elements. For part of my English Summer Assignment, I have to pick out 50. I'm already wanting to cut my wrists and bleed on the books pages...and I've only put down three.

School is approaching way too fast, and my schedule is fattening. I don't like this feeling of stress returning...maybe I should run more.

Well, off to let out some steam in my book.

"The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears. I can assure you that won't happen again..." Grace Kelly; Mika.

If What They Say is True; You're a Boy and I'm a Girl...

Secret Number Twenty-Eight: I close my eyes when I'm thrown in the dark.

So, pretty lazy day. The girls were gone by noon for work (haha, suckers) and I was left to piddling around my house on the hunt for something to do. I finished my first scholarship essay, cleaned up my room, watched some Shark Week shows, and then laid out in the backyard to tan with my buddy, Frank, who looks much more green now that I've placed him indoors. What a pansy. Ha, get it? Pansies are flowers...ah, never mind. My two followers will laugh.

So, now it is 4:30, and I'm stuck with nothing to do. Again. I take a lot after my mother, and just like her, I can't just sit around. I need a chore to do; something to go find. Bah, damn the hot 106 Texas degree weather! My step grandparents are coming over, and I don't particularly feel like sitting around listening to them shoot the breeze, but I can't hide in my room on the computer like "all them damn teenagers these days".

I spent too much money this weekend. Way, way too much. My whole check, actually, and I feel so guilty. I have no money to show for this entire summer. I need to cut my shopaholic tendencies and chill out. Make other people pay for shit :)

Okay, well...I guess I shall go hunt for something else to do.

"I better find yo lovin', I better find your heart..."