Blind Hormones

Gerald gave Sam a big, fat, ugly kiss at prom saturday night. Several, actually. Although I didn't see the first one, I heard that they didn't come up for air for quite some time.

Maybe I'll elaborate later if I get a chance.

-Lisa

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday Hiroto!

I've lost track of his age.

He likes dogs, so here's a picture of one.

Quickie

Oh boy, I'm going to have to rush. I'm on Mrs. Kemp's computer and she's going to need it for grades soon.

Gosh, I love this keyboard. Kemp's. So crisp and solid.

The internet at home had gone into a complete coma so I'll probably only be able to access the net from school from now on. It's sad to think that, but it's true. Pictures will be scarce and posts will be short unless I pre-prepare them.

I'm home from my trip now. It's so nice to be home and comfortable, but the trip was very pleasant and I'm going to treasure that memory for a long time. Looking back at it, there's very little that I would like to forget. Maybe the last two hours on the bus on the way home when evidently three people had very bad ... um... gas.

Other than that, I'm quite content with the outcome of the trip. Although I would like to go into detail, as I said before, I'm rushing this post.

There are only a couple things I want to say for now.

Now that the short vacation is over, I'm back to having a lot of work to do. The morning we were leaving Wanda called about the work I'm doing for her which I said would be done last week. That was uncomfortable and gave me a little more stress than I would have liked to have that morning. Over the trip though I forgot about everything I have to do and just enjoyed myself.

Now I'm swamped.

What a corny phrase.

I haven't told you about my Wanda experience yet, but again, that will have to wait, along with the trip and the whole list of things I have on one of my previous entries. Thoughts keep piling up and I want to get them out before I collapse.

Since the net isn't working at home I might get a chance to completely dedicate my time to Grease. Again, can't go into too much detail. All I can tell you for now is that I'm producing a video for the school musical that was performed in March. People keep pestering me about it askng if I have it done yet.

Honestly, I haven't touched it yet. All of the footage is finally uploaded, but I haven't even looked at them yet. Don't tell anyone.

Needless to say, I'm a little stressed out right now. I have ... four video projects going on right now.

Or was it five?

1. Wanda (bookcover)
2. Grease (video editing)
3. It's Not Too Late (movie recording, editing)
4. I WISH (practicing, recording, editing, etc...)
5. Seishun Jidai 1 2 3 (practicing, recording, editing, etc...)

Wah. Well, today it my early day, so hopefully I can get something done. Namely Wanda's book cover.

It doesn't look like Mrs. Kemp is coming over here any time soon, so I'm going to see if I can get my usual watermelon picture up. By the way, as soon as things calm down I'm going to get back on top of my Memories section.

Speaking of which, I really want to get back to writing. Not just blogging (that sounds so nerdy!), but actually fictional writing. Maybe I'll try to find my old creative writing assignment and see what I can do with that. I thought it was interesting anyway. I always had thing dream that I would get something published what I was 18. My dreams soar too high.

Kemp just told me I have an assignment due that I missed a few weeks ago. Perfect timing. Why didn't anyone tell me earlier?

Oh yeah, I'm very mad at Faye.

Lately there has been a fox around and a coyote. What irks me is that she doesn't mind at all. All of the other cats we've ever had came in when the sun went down and minded us and were nice. Faye's kind of mean and stubborn. Did you know that coyotes scream like girls? Not whimpy, but shrill, blood-curtling screams. The first time I heard it I thought that there was a girl being raped in our yard.

Well, last night both animals were outside, and so was Faye. Of course, she refused to come inside and instead went to go see what the fox and coyote were fighting about. They were probably fighting over which was going to eat her. Finally, Dad went outside and chased them away and scooped dirty little Faye up and passed her off to me. She tried to take my arm off coming inside and nearly knocked the wind out of me with all of her kicking.

So, I'm very mad at her.

I've seen enough death to last me forever.

Maybe Kemp is waiting for me to get off instead of kicking me off. That's the end for now then.

Work, work, work.


-Lisa

Oh yeah, Hiroto's birthday is tomorrow. <3

Day 2

Day 2, May 12, 2007. Hershey, Pennsylvania.


Ever since last night I'd been a little worried about our trip to the park today. Last night Sam and Kayla were having several mini spats because Kayla wanted to go about her gift shopping slowly, and Sam wanted to rush out and hop on rides. I didn't care much either way.

Today was generally smooth though. Sam was content because she had Jill to ride with, and Kayla was content with taking things slow. Of course, we weren't without annoyances and slight disagreements, but overall things ended in very loud laughter (There was so much chocolate in the air, by the end of the day everyone was somewhat high).

So, after a very long and hot day (I got a very bad sunburn, but I'm excited about the idea that I was out long enough for that), everyone is pretty tired and a little grouchy.

Hold on, give me my second to complain. Sam put AIM on this laptop and when she installed it she installed all of the extra crap along with it. It's quite annoying.

Also, Blogger is being freakish.

--End

So much happened today that I can't even make my mind stop long enough to get thoughts in order. It was a good day though, and that's all I really remember.

Isn't it strange how people act so differently in different situations? All day people have be acknowledging me and having almost whole conversations with me.

Okay, that sounds slightly emo.

But I'm serious. All of the boys on this trip stuck together, and whenever they saw us, they would come over and chat saying what rides they went on and asking us what we'd done. It was nice.

There was a water ride that Kayla went on with Jill and Sam and I stayed behind to hold things. It was the one where the raft things goes up a big track and drops the people down into the water gettings everyone soaked (there are usually people standing on a bridge waiting for the spray). At the end of each round the raft things circles the pool to get back to the beginning. Almost every raft towards the end of my wait was all people I knew. The funny things was that they all waved to me when they passed me on their round and smiled. Jeff even splashed water at me which was strange, but coming from him, not as much. For a second I had a thought in my head while watching a group of the boys pass by, saying hi. I thought, "Look at this. Look at all of these wet, buff, young, shirtless guys waving at me. Hah!" It was a funny thought. I thing I almost laughed out loud.

Kayla and Jill are in other people's rooms right now and it's only a couple minutes until 12 (rooms get taped off at 12 so the adults will know if we left after curfew). Kayla has been hopping around to all different rooms all night.

Oh, they just came in.

I should scram for now. Everyone is exhausted and we're going to be going to the Carousel Mall tomorrow. Around 100$ left. That's a little unbelievable. Someone I know is going to be complaining all day tomorrow. Euugh.

Here are some pictures. Only a few since I'm going to bed soon.

By the way, I don't know when I'll be able to give you an update on the rest of the trip since it appears that the net at home is basically obsolete.

-Lisa

Hersey

Today at approx. 11:30 marks the arrival of the senior kids at Pennsylvania. Yep, We're on the Senior Trip now and everything seems basically smooth.

I'd like to elaborate on the bus ride, but there's no telling when the laptop will have another heartattack, and my "I"'s keep sticking so it's a pain to type.

The connection here is a million times faster than what we have at home. It's almost annoying because it won't give me a break to do other things!

But it's so much easier to blog images. Amaaaaazing.

It's late, so I'm just going to give you a couple teaser pictures until I can give you some details. Oh yeah, in my last post I made a list of things I wanted to talk about too. I'll get back to you on that.

I brought Pattefiller and a couple other kids along!

Animal Crackers

Can you believe it's April 29th? That gives me a droopy sad feeling. April is such a sweet month, it'll be sad to let it go. But May is a beautiful month. I guess we'll be able to cope.

There are a few things I want to cover, so I want to take note of them before I forget as I'm blabbing.

1. Surgery
2. Grandpa
3. Asher and Erika's visit
4. Shaun of the Dead
5. .......
6. Dolly
7. Kiiro 5
8. Screaming girls
9. Mom
10. Miss Adamsen
11. Wanda

There was a fifth, but I can't remember. But that's a lot to get through! Expect random ramblings along with our schedule.

I think about my blog a lot. I usually image myself writing here in my head, but than never actually write it down. My letters are written the same way. So, if you don't receive a reply from me, you did. It's just stuck in my head.

1. Surgery

I like to call it an oral surgery or an extraction. It makes it sound all the scarier. But it's just my wisdom teeth. They were removed on friday at around 10:30. For weeks my teeth had been doing their best to kill me and the whole time I thought it was a sinus infection. The pain would drag itself into my cheeks, skip my eyes, and stab at my brain. It was the most painful thing I think I've ever experienced. Mom scheduled a doctor's appointment for me thinking that I could get some medicine for it (since the two extra strength tylenol pills and the aleve weren't doing anything), but the pain stopped the next day.

But then next week rolled around and it started again. Wednesday night I was in so much pain I just couldn't do anything but cry. Mom stayed up all night with me and watched Murder She Wrote while giving me painkillers. I tried orajel, but all it did was make me drool. That wore off after about ten minutes so my cheeks and tongue were tingley for a while, but the pain was still frolicing around in my mouth. After an hour I took some Nyquil and fell asleep. We knew then that it had to be my wisdom teeth beating up my other teeth. I could have been imaging it, but I could have sworn that I felt a tooth-y shape under my gums. Of course, after seeing the X-rays, I think I was just desperate for an answer since the tooth was really far up. Oh well.

The next morning we went out to the dentist office to get X-rays of my mouth. Dr. Scruggs is usually really good, and I've been quite fond of him ever since he pulled my tooth out so many years ago, but I was quite annoyed with him that day. First of all we had to wait around forever. Emergencies aren't allowed in this office. They ladies at the desk are always so grouchy. So, I got in and they poked at me asking if it hurt and I said it did before they poked at it. Scruggs talked for a long time before starting to do anything. I think he was trying to get my comfortable or kill time since the x-ray machine wasn't ready, but I really just wanted him to hurry up since I was hurting so bad. That's what really annoyed me.

Being x-rayed isn't really scary, but it's weird in a sort of mysterious way. The film that comes back is creepy. Those are my bones?

The x-ray from 2002 showed my wisdom teeth already coming in. So, what happened to the message we sent them saying, "Let us know AHEAD of time"? Sometimes they're a bit dense. While we were in the waiting room there was a crazy lady who was completely confused about getting your wisdom teeth removed. She said, "Don't you need those?" When we said no she said, "Oh, yeah, I had mine out a long time ago."

How odd.

We tried to ignore her, but she continued to talk about things like we were close friends of the family and we knew what she was talking about. The scarier thing was that she was taking care of an older lady!

We waited around for the x-ray and it showed that my teeth were getting masacred by those beasts. The crazy thing was though that they didn't have any roots and we're actually quite far away from breaking the gums. Is that called being impacted? People keep asking me if they were. Well, they we're coming out, so I guess so. It makes it sound worse anyway.

There are so many things coming up in May that I just knew that the surgery would be either around the play, the senior trip, or prom. One comes right after the other.

Play - 5th
Senior Trip - Sometime around Mother's Day
Prom - Sometime after that.

See?

The doctor called the surgeon place and said I was in a lot of pain so they wanted it scheduled really soon. I said I wanted it the next day because it hurt so bad. I didn't think it would actually work out that way though. It was close. When they said friday morning, I was in shock for a bit.

But I was glad. That way it wouldn't get in the way of my May stuff, I wouldn't have to deal with all of the pain anymore, and I wouldn't have time to work myself up to being nervous.

I'd missed school all week, but went in thursday morning to see what kind of work I missed and what I should be preparing for next week. Fortunatly we've had a lot of presentations going on so I didn't miss any class stuff really. A couple classes are just watching movies now anyway. I did miss a psych test though which I'll have to do sometime this week.

I found out that day that James was getting his out too. So weird! That's a lot of people all at once. It's contagious. Sarah, Levigne, Jill, Me, James....

...You're next!

The night before I got a little nervous. I kept saying I wasn't but whenever I thought about it my heart started pounding faster. I was listening to the Shadow of the Colossus soundtrack, Black Blood and it's a really creepy sounding track. That scared me all the worse.

The trip to the office took quite a bit of time, but it wasn't long enough either. I talked to mom about everything but the surgery. Miss Adamsen's wedding, Wanda's book, my freelance jobs...

I was ready though. When we got there I was somewhat content and ready to take on what ever was through that door. It would just happen, and then it would be over. When that first second of pain hits, that second is over. I would just have to take it, accept it, and then it would be a memory. I was ready.

So I had to wait around for half an hour. That was what killed me. We sat around and looked at those People magazines. That was depressing. How can anyone idolize people who are so arrogant and messed up? All they do is act or sing, so why is everyone obsessed with their disgusting personal life? And how can these people even live with themselves? It's like 30 year olds that are still in middle school. That's sickening.

Why is it that when you're expecting something painful, it's always drawn out to make you feel worse? There was more waiting. When they finally called me in I had to wait in that awful dentist chair. My legs shook.

The nurse was nice, and so was the doctor, although I only saw him for a couple seconds at a time. They were running behind and were frazzled. I remember the nurse caressing my neck saying that I was really tense. Apparently she could see a lot of veins in my neck.

I was so thankful when they said they were going to give me some gas before they put the IV in to help me calm down. I was also thankful that the mask was small, unlike the one at Scruggs' office. They had to take my glasses off to put it on, which encouraged me to close my eyes. The IV was what I was worried about the most, but it wasn't bad at all. My mind was so focused on everything else that I barely noticed. I felt them put a clenching metal thing around my finger, and something on my neck or chest. At that point I couldn't fully tell. I remember the doctor saying, "Open" and I opened my mouth and he stuck four q-tips with pink frosty stuff in my mouth, wedged between my gums and my cheeks. I don't know how I knew that the stuff was pink since my eyes were closed. Maybe I made it up. My left hand started getting tingly and then the rest of my body got heavy. Really heavy. I wanted to tell them, but I couldn't. Asher said that when he did it they had him count backwards from 100. "100......99.............................9......8......." He said he forgot how to count backwards at that point. They didn't have me do anything. Or maybe they were going to but I was out before they got to me.

Then I was suddenly awake. I thought maybe they gave up and decided not to finish, but the nurse said they were done. The doctor was gone already. While trying to fully wake me up I remember her asking where I got the scar on my chin. I tried to say "fourwheeler," but it was really hard. Suddenly my mouth didn't work. She said, "See? Look, your legs aren't shaking anymore." but after she said that they started shaking again. She helped me up and to a chair while Mom drove the car closer to the building. They were surprised I could stand. I was surprised too. It was a little dissappointing though. Usually people come out with great stories on the things they dreamed about, but I didn't have any dreams. Oh well.

Apparently I kept putting my thumbs up. I only remember doing that once though. I was trying to tell mom that I was okay. I thought it in my mind first, and then did it, so maybe I kept forgetting I actually did it and would do it again... everytime. I kept trying to thank the people there too.

I don't really remember getting in the car, but I did dose off a couple of times in there. One time I woke up and I had a milkshake in my hands. I didn't understand why mom got me a milkshake since I told her before that I didn't want to eat anything afterwards because I was afraid of getting sick. But apparently I begged for one. Ugh. I hope I never get drugged up around people. I'm a real dork.

Hmm.... the rest is a blur. I slept on the couch for the rest of the day. When dad got home he set a little rosebush plant next to me. How sweet. There are three buds on it now. They're white and pink. A little while later when I was fully awake I had scrambled eggs and toast. Of course, I had to chop the toast up in tiny peices, and I slurped the eggs. But I guess that's pretty amazing for a person to do. It took mom a month before she could eat solid food, so I must take after Dad since he came home and split wood when he was over. Yay for tough kids.

The gauze was the most painful. There was so much blood and spit slopping around that it made me a little queezy. Eventually I stopped bleeding so much that I could leave the gauze out. It made the pain a lot worse. But you know what? The pain I've felt afterwards hardly compares to that I had that wednesday night.

So, here's how I feel now.

I can mostly eat whatever, just as long as it's somewhat soft and can be chopped up.
My medicine makes me REALLY tired and right now is making me REALLY dizzy.
My cheeks get more swollen with everyday and usually switch sides.
When I talk and eat it feels like I have bubble gum stuffed in the back of my mouth.
The pain isn't really bad. Sometimes if my top and bottom teeth hit there like.... a surge of tingliness that shoots through my cheek.
It feels like the insides of my cheeks are still numb.
I wonder if I really have gaping holes in my cheeks, or if those are just indents from... something.
I'm the most thirsty I've ever been. I think I drank 5 glasses of milk when I woke up that evening.

There's a lot more I wanted to cover in this post, but as you can see, I made my surgery section into a very long and boring story. So, I'll post the others later.

Isn't this dress lovely? I want to get it, but I should pay my mom back for my ebay stuff first before I buy anything else. I'm really in debt right now. I'll be getting a credit card soon. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Quite frankly, I think it'll be good for me to have responsibility for my own money like that. I'll try to be smart about it. Oh yeah, I'll be opening an ebay store once I get it. Hurrah~

As for the April 5th surprise, I'm just going to edit the post so it shows up there.

Memory 005 - Light purple for giddy.

In memory of teeth, I'll write down my experience with Dr. Scruggs and the teeth pulling. I wonder how old I was.... It was several years ago now. 15 maybe? Well, prior to the day I had to get a tooth pulled, I had gotten two out by an awful man somewhere in Potsdam. Actually, it was at the same office I went to for my wisdom teeth, which wasn't comforting at all. It was terrible. The man was a beast. He just yanked those poor things out like there was no tomorrow. I screamed and cried and my mom cried for me in the other room because she could hear me. I could have killed that man. At first when he gave me the numbing shots he said that was the worst part. The liar. I was pretty upbeat, trying to keep myself calm, but he never waited for the numbing shots to work. Idiot.

So you can understand that when I went to Dr. Scruggs to get a tooth pulled, I was pretty distraught. I nearly popped Mom's hand off. Even under the gas mask I was hyperventalating and was asking if we could do it another day. Scruggs just sweetly said, "I'm just going to wiggle it a little to see if it's loose." I thought he was crazy. It wasn't loose at all. But he did. He moved it around for less than then seconds, and then POP! It just poped right out. I don't think I've ever been so happy in my whole life. I was ecstatic. At that moment he was the love of my life. There wasn't even a twinge of pain. I could have kissed that old guy!

-Lisa

Tanjoubi omedetou

Happy 18, Lisa. You are an adult now.


The plan was to have a surprise in this post, but I'm not ready yet! Maybe tomorrow!