Well, on Sunday, game day, I will be going to my first super bowl party. This is an exciting thing because, in case you haven't noticed, I am a rather backward individual who is really shy. Anyway, back to the task at hand. How am I preparing myself for the wonderful event that is amazing a super bowl party.
As anyone who isn't living under a rock would know that the Baltimore Raven and the San Franisco 49er's. I am looking foreward to the game not necessarily because of the actual football, but I get to hamg out with some awesome people. If this is all so wonderful and typically American then why is she blogging about it, you maybe asking. I'll tell you why, my ever so awesome reader. I had my wisdom teeth removed thursday.
This makes me very sad. My face is really sore and I don't want to take the pain medicine because I don't like feeling out of control. So this leaves me in a dilema, pain or comfort? Pain it is. I talking is a lot of work, but I am trying my best to keep things normal. The part of our society that I dislike is that everyone has been making fun of how swollen my face is.
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I'm going to do something weird and give you a summary of my weeek. So let's start with Sunday. Sunday was awesome. I hung out with this awesome guy who saved my butt when he was playing ping-pong with me on my team. His name is going to be Broseph. To say the least, I have a crush on Broseph. He is sweet, kind and good with kids. After ping-pong, we played uno. In the game of uno Broseph and I kept picking on each other. Then we played catch-phrase. After that sadly since it was a school night, I had to go home.
Monday was exhausting. The every so interesting lifeless blur that is high school fluttered past me easily. I had been texting an ex-boyfriend. He pretty much told me I was his last resort. Yeah, talk about being a flirt. He was kinda acting like an ass, but the thing is I fell for it. I agreed to go out with him. Why you ask? Because some how I felt lonely and like nobody else wanted me. I missed what he and I had had for those short seven and a half months. Too bad and too late, I realized fter only one day, he wasn't the same boy and I am definately not the same girl. The next day which was tuesday, he didn't say crap to me at school. That is when I realized he wasn't the right one. When I got home tuesday, I waited for him to text me so that we could say this wasn't going to work.
Luckily, he was thinking the same thing as I was. So we ended it and I was cool with it. He then proceeded to stop talking to me. So much for "being friends," I hate when people say that, but don't mean it. I just think that if he wasn't able to talk to me as a friend he should at least have the balls to say it. I kind of soulnd like a total snob right now, but the thing is I only respect those who respect me. I don't appreciate things being sugar coated. If something isn't right, then tell me. Is that so hard to find in the world?
Wenesday, I had a completely normal average day. There is guy at school who is an eagle scout, he has a huge crush on me. I have told him many times that I don't like him and never will. He is judgmental and would judge my parents. If a man can't love my parents even though they aren't the greatest, then I can't love him. It's that simple. The most important require meant I have for a guy is that he has to be approved by my dad. There are no exceptions to this rule. After school on wenesday, I walk to the elementary to read to third graders.
Thursday, the day I experienced fear. I have a huge fear of the dentist. At 12:30 on thursday, my mom came and picked me up. I ate a light lunch then we went to the dentist office. My mom and I have always had a complicated relationship. Anyway, at the entist Dr. Evil pulled all my wisdom teeth. I was scared. The whole experience was really really weird. Late thursday night, I ended up puking. I felt so bad, but my my dad is a wonderful man. I was so scared and crying, but he still held my hair as I vomitted. This probably doesn't mean anything to most people, but to me its a big deal. My dad isn't the greatest man in the world by our society's standards. He has been in and out of jail a lot in my life. He isn't an emotional man. That is why him holding my hair while I puked was a big deal. I love my dad and mom so much. I am one of the few teenagers that don't have fights with their parents really.
Friday, I had to stay home from school because the dentist told me it wasn't safe to go to school. So I stayed home on dentist orders. I watched the news and was being lazy. Then I watched "Days of Our Lives" with my mom. When I was younger, she and I would always sit down and watch "Passions", but as many know that soap opera was canceled. Now whenever, I am home sick or when I am on break, she and I sit down at one o'clock and watch the show. After passions, I went and played with my puppy who is adorable.
Here we are on Saturday, I will proceed to no longer bore the few people that do read this. So if you have read this, thank you so much. I turning a topic over in my head for the next blog, but I am not so sure about it yet. So please comment if you have ideas!!!!!! or email me at
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