Teeth that bring wisdom?

Within the next couple of week I will have ALL 4 wisdom teeth removed. They will be cut out of my mouth forever, in one 45 minuet procedure! I will be knocked out, which requires that I have an IV Ugh... its gonna suck! I can hear the scary music! The pain and torture doesn't even start until I leave and the happy gas wears off. My face is gonna swell up like a balloon, my guns are gonna ache, there might be bleeding, and this is gonna lost for a week!!!!!! Let's just say I am NOT gonna be a happy camper!


What is the point of wisdom teeth? They don't give me any wisdom. 

Boy band from my past.

Leading psychologist say that its is impossible to actually lose your memories. They believe that your memories are just in a dormant stage. In other words you just unable to access them. But, those memories that you seem to have "forgotten," never went anywhere.

Case in point: the ending to The Notebook

If you have seen the movie, then you will understand what I am talking about.
If not, then I wouldn't dare ruin the ending to such a wonderful movie.
Rent it. Buy a box of kleenex. And get ready to cry your eyes out. :)

Anyways...

When I was younger I was obsessed with N'sync! I knew the words to every song! I knew the "Bye, Bye, Bye" dance. I made up my own dance routines to the other songs. I had all of their CD's. And I had a couple of posters. They were ALL that AND a slice of bread. But, that was then. I hadn't thought about N'sync in for ever. Then, the other day one of their songs came on the radio and unconsciously I began singing along. Somehow I remembered ALL the lyrics. I couldn't believed the lyrics from forever ago.

My memories never left me. They were just in hibernation.

The Last Month of my Life.

My month long journey has come to an end. I had a wonderful and relaxing time! 

Here is a quick recap: 

I went swimming, rode a golf kart, and listened to story of collage experiences at The Hanner's house.
(pictures in a previous blog).

I  was reconnected with old friends, played with a Variety of animals, rode on the gator though "organic disneyland", and watched as my sister happily slaughtered a bunch of poor defenseless chickens on the Fout's homestead. 










Memories flooded my mind as we made a pit stop at Trader Joes. We walked away with a stash of goodies to be devoured.

We shopped til' we dropped, look at tons of old photographs, and got some rest at my grandparent's house. 

And as an added bonus, we saw lions, and tigers, and bears.... Oh my... At the  St. Louis zoo. 

Then we left.
My sister and I slept, watched movies, and ate for the whole first half of the trip home. It wasn't until nightfall, that we came out of our "car trip coma."
Shortly after dinner we faced  heavy rain. Like, a massive down poor of water. I drove though part of it. It was a nerve racking experience! After about an hour of standing intensely at the road my parents thought that it would be a good idea for dad to drive. So we pulled into a gas station. It was only after I got out of the driver's seat and walked all the way to the restrooms that I realized that my hands were nervously shaking. It got So bad that we stopped at a rest station for about 15 - 20 minuets. Oh, and did I mention this was all happening at night?

After the rain had lightened up we got moving again. My dad (who was still driving at this point) was really tired because he had been driving practically all day. So he traded with my mom, I moved up to the front seat (another set of eyes is a good thing at night), and I happily ate skittles, drank  Mountain Dew, and listened to my iPod all the way home! :)

I am faced with a busy week ahead.
The homeschool convention is this weekend. We have doctors, dentist, and chiropractic appointments.  Summer camps at my mom school starts next week. We need to pick up out bird from our friends house where he has been staying at. We have friends to see and places to be. Busy, busy bees. 

Writers block and other trials.

Writers block is a terrible thing.
Why did my creative juices decide to stop flowing?
Is it that I am not in an environment that is conducive to though?
I have ideas.
Just none that are blog worthy.
Unless you think "Should I get a Sandwich or a Hot Dog" would be an interesting blog.
Or maybe "How man songs can they fit in to one 2 hour musical" might be better.
I think not.
Nothing interesting has happened.
Nothing to write about...
...Except my lack of subject.
I can't find silence.
I sit inside and I hear old black and white movies.
I sit outside and I hear insects buzzing about my head.
The first couple of days I decided to sit on the swing and read.
My mind felt clear and free.
But, now I am paying for it.
My WHOLE body itches.
I got eaten alive!
Bug bite after bug bite.
Bad choice.
I would rather be board then itchy.
Uggg..........
I am going mad!!!!!

Annabel Lee

I am desperately in love with this poem.
I know not why.
But, it captures my attention
And it evokes emotions.

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Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me--
Yes!--that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling--my darling--my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.