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..."

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..."

Brace Yourself!!

Secret Number Twenty-Seven: I think my toes look like french fries.

I'm waiting for the best friends to get over, so I'm cleaning like the nerd that I am. I blame my mother for this need-to-clean that's embedded in my skin; she's the hugest clean freak I know.

Well, today was errands day. I sweated it out in the heat, buying stuff for the wedding shower next Saturday. I felt slightly bad, because I ended up taking a whole shelf of mason jars at Hobby Lobby. I instantly regretted grabbing a basket instead of a cart, because I then had to waddle around the store and make funny, pained faces down every aisle. I'm pretty excited to get started on the decorations, but I still have more to buy.

I ended up relocation Frank again into the house to chill on a plastic McDonald's plate by our living room window, because I couldn't take the stress anymore. I think he likes it.