Yesterday: TEETH SURGERY!!!!

Can you believe it? I got 4 teeth pulled yesterday, and I still feel under the weather. (A.K.A nausea, weakness in my limbs, teeth sore-I'm a total mess!)

What Happened:

My mom and I went to Hahnemman Campus, and we walked into the day surgery room, when, in almost only 5 minutes, they called me and my mom into the surgery area. I changed into the typical hospital outfit-Johnny, golden-brown hospital socks, and a hat that was made out of the kind of material that a Bounce Sheet is made out of. (A Bounce Sheet is a sheet that you put into your drier when drying your clothes.) It was quite the fashion statement! Then, my doctor (Oral Surgeon) Dr. Manthos waltzed in and my surgery took off-literally! One of the nurses wheeled the hospital bed out of the tiny area, and then the nurse brought me into the surgery area. I don't really feel like going into details (it's not neccesary) but they gave me an oxygen mask, and told me to count down from 100. I made it to 96, and then I was knocked out.

Pretty soon, I went into the recovery area, and they let me sleep a while before getting my mom. I slept, but when I woke up, I was totally weak in my legs. Two things that bother me: 1.) I had novacane, which made my lips feel like there was a hippopotomus on them. 2.) I was still sleepy and out of it, which was really annoying-in more than one way! One of the nurses wheeled me out to the lobby where she held me captive (just kidding!) until my mom's car appeared at the front of the entrance to the hospital. And all I could eat for the rest of the day was popsicles and ice cream. But I survived. Barely! 

My feet hurt terribly

Wow, I am soooo dumb! Today, I went shopping with my mother, and apparently, I am not  aware of how long she goes out for when she shops. It was torture! (It wasn't that bad, but I do not want to give her a chance to boast. Not that she would-she's waaaaaay too nice to do it, but still, you get my point.) I was so stupid that I actually wore snow boots! Man, my feet hurt! They're okay now, but they were definitely sore. Anyway, enough of my complaining. The point? Never ever go shopping with your mother if you want to come home. 

Early in the morning

It's 8:48 currently, and I woke up about half an hour ago. Now, I can't really understand how my parents still aren't up yet! You would have thought they would have been by now! Anyway, that's not the important part of this Blog Post. Just the fact that I can complain how irritatingly cold it is inside my house. My dog, Nebby, and my cat, Moses, probably agree with me. I can see my cat's paws under his body (that's how you can tell he is freezing), and my dog's face covering his paws-I'm not exactly sure what this means, but it definitely means something! Anyway, I'm happy to get first dibs on the new couch-which is my all-time favorite couch, in the history of Sofas-and am typing away on my mom's laptop Acer. The electric fire place is making extremely loud, awful, banging noises. It's kind of freaking me out, to tell the truth. But I don't care, really. I'm just sitting on the couch, relaxing-Turns out my friend Alicia is totally sick (don't know why I couldn't tell before, just thought she was super tired-that's what she told me, anyway!) so she couldn't come. Hopefully in the next week or so. I think she had it pretty bad-her nose was all stuffed up, and she sounded extremely exhausted. I didn't really want to intrude, so I just said "See ya soon, AJ!" and hung up the phone. But it was okay. I think she really needed some rest. But I have to say I was the tiniest bit upset. I have teeth surgery coming up on Wednesday, so I was really wanting moral support. But it was totally fine. I'll be okay. 

Something is terribly wrong with this picture

Welcome to my new blog! I updated the picture at the top of the heading, and used a different "template." It was actually really fun! But in the picture:

 

Do you see the gap near the trees at the left hand side of the picture? Well, that's where the word "the" is supposed to go on the picture-but you can't see it! So maybe I'll just name it 'Many flaws of life," as opposed to "the many flaws of life." It's kinda catchy, isn't it? :) Well, maybe some things are just meant to be as they are. I don't mind it. Actually, I quite like it.

Something to talk about

HOW COOL IS THIS DRESS?!?!?!?!

What I want to be when I grow up

Honestly? I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up! But here are some options for me:

• Actress
• Doctor
• Singer
• Teacher
• Fashion Designer
• Tutor
• Owner of a big business
• Millionaire (Does this even count??)

These are the only options that seem possible to me: Doctor, Singer, Fashion Designer, and/or Millionaire. Well, honestly, let's face it. I'll never be a millionaire! But that's okay. That's not really a choice you have. You either have it, or don't have it.

Sleepover!!!!

SLEEPOVER!!!!

My BFFL (Best Friend For Life) Alicia Eddy is coming over tonight to sleep over!!!! I am so HAPPY!!!! I cannot wait!!!! When will 5 o'clock come? It is taking FOREVER!!!!


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



(P.S. These are all exclamation points, in case you didn't know!) 

A wake-up call

I just realized something terrible. I have gym first thing tomorrow morning! (Well, after feb. vacation, anyway)


What will I ever do with myself?!?!?!?!

That's okay. I need it.

Some things never change

For instance:


1.) The way I wake up in the morning

2.) Why I hate bugs-and always will

3.) My addiction to Pumpkin Bread

4.) Emily's love for our cat, Moses (I really don't understand this!)

5.) Why my dad is totally addicted to Sudoku

6.) The reasons why my mom is in love with real estate websites, like ZipRealty.com

7.) My sister Sam will always leave for college, and I will be left behind, watching from behind the curtains.  

But no matter what, I cannot let these obstacles keep me away from doing what I need to do. I have a life to live. And from now on, I will live it.

Ancient Olympics made modern!

Okay, so we all know that the Greeks were the people who made the Olympics, right? Well, anyway, yesterday (Friday) in my Ancient Civilizations class, we played the Olympics-ancient Greek style! First event: Toss the Taco!

Toss the Taco  

Each Greek civilization (Argosians, Corinthians, Megraons, Spartans, Persians, and finally my group, Athens) was given two tacos, and one person from each group went over to a Hula Hoop on the other side of the room. They were the spotters, who would catch the taco when it fell. Only one of the groups (the Spartans) got their tacos in the Hula Hoop-two times-and they got 20 points. (I point=10 points) My group failed miserably. But then...

Second Event: How long can you Hula-Hoop?

How long can you Hula-Hoop?

Unfortunately, none of the people in my group were great at hooping. (My group members were Mike, Micali Morin, and Cara Stolz) Cara said she was decent at hooping, so she tried, and only about 7 seconds later, the Hula-Hoop was at her feet. "Told you I was good!" She said, pleased. I didn't try to say anything. From Persia came Jaycie, Ryan came from Corinth, Elizabeth from Sparta, Olivia from Megara, and Seamus from Argos. Pretty soon, 'How long can you Hula-Hoop?' had started-the competition hadn't lasted long at all for Athens. Cara's Hula-Hoop career had stopped in the first 3 seconds. All I could say was "Nice try, Cara." "Thanks!" she said, happy. Well, that made somebody happy. Lucky! Pretty soon, the only people left were Elizabeth from Sparta, and Jaycie from Persia. I cannot tell you how LONG we waited! It was probably about 6 minutes, but it felt more like a month. My ancient civs. teacher finally said to us "Okay, Jaycie, Elizabeth, we'll wait two more minutes, and if one of you fails to keep it going, then the other will be crowned winner! If not, then you will both get one point." They both survived the two minutes, so they both got one point. We, however, failed yet again. Yay us!

Third Event: Wiffle Ball Whistle!

Wiffle Ball Whistle

"Okay, everybody! In the next event, you will all be throwing this ball (she gestured to the Wiffle Ball) into that box." She nodded her head in the direction of the W.B Mason box. We all threw it, and, once again, we failed! (But that's okay. The prize wasn't that great.) Corinth won it, two times. The score? Persia: Ten; Corinth: Twenty; and Sparta: Thirty. Argos, Megara, and Athens? Zero, Zippo, Nada. But we knew we would win the next one.

Fourth Event: Tongue Twisters!

Tongue Twisters

Micali would bring home the gold, we were sure of it. Though she didn't, she came close...

There were 3 tongue twisters in a bag, and each person from each group would stand inside the Hula Hoop. My teacher would give each person 5 seconds to look over the twister they were given, and then they would be forced to say it as fast as they could three times, and if they messed up, they had to redo the sentence, while my teacher continued the timer. Rachel from Corinth got 12 seconds, and everybody else took about a minute. But Micali took only 9 seconds to say her twister. There was only problem-she messed up on her third try. I didn't even know she messed up, but of course, Jaycie just had to point out her fault. "She messed up! She messed up! Make her do it again, Mrs. Pahl!" So Mrs. Pahl made Rachel and Micali 'face off.' Rachel won, but Micali came REALLY close. So I just told her "you did a really great job, Micali!" She smiled sort of sadly, but thanked me just the same.

Fifth and Final Event: Object Remembrance!

Object Remembrance

My group was obviously failing. I didn't want to say it aloud, but it was true! Each group raced over to a box on their Hula-Hoop, and tried to memorize all the objects in the box. I can't remember what was in it exactly, but I do know that what I did was what I wasn't supposed to do. But I had no idea! So after ten seconds, we all raced back to our 'home base' and wrote down on a piece of paper what was in a box. Unfortunately, I thought I was allowed to bring back the items-but I wasn't! Micali got kinda mad, but it was cool. At least I knew what I had done wrong. But the good news was that my teacher didn't notice. We won the challenge, but so did Persia, so we lost, and Corinth, Persia and Sparta all won. It was okay though. The prize was a picture of a Greek philosopher on a ribbon. Not actually something that was crucial for survival. But the good thing was that I had learned all over again something that everyone needs to be reminded of:

TeAmWoRk.  

Is this blog still up and running?

Thankfully, yes! It has been a loooong time, I know, and I have totally neglected it, but I have my reasons! (Well, actually, I can't really think of one, but I knew that I would return. Eventually!) Anyway, I am so happy to come back! I have loads to write about! But, that'll come later...this is basically just a 'coming back party' to aplogize to my blog. (Wow. This sounds so weird! Okay, from now on, no more lame blog posts. Only good stuff. Alright?)