Dear Readers,
The title is actually serious this time. Because when people look at me they do laugh at me. My wisdom is gone. Cause someone extracted it from my mouth. I didn't know that's where my wisdom was. Depression. So, I didn't have time for my life to flash before my eyes because they didn't give me enough time. They put in the IV, and then I was out like a light. The next thing I remember is lying on the couch and mom saying, "He'll be here in a minute". I later realized that I was talking about (of course) Brandon. So my mom goes on to tell me about all the ridiculous things I talked about while in the car on my way home. She said I cried allot. Mostly about dieing bunnies, which included bugs bunny (he asked for a carrot and someone shot him). I also cried about the possibility about drooling in font of somebody, Bethany going to jail because she killed someone, and my pudding because I thought that it might not be in the back of my truck still. I just took my pain medication and I'm trying to remember stuff. My face is still huge. I had them out of Friday and it's STILL huge. Today I learned to walk again. Before today my legs were jello. Now I just get sorta dizzy and nauseous. My pain medicine makes me tired, as well as my anti-swelling medicine (which doesn't work). Briana is typing this, and being very nice, and saying that she can't smell my breath when I breathe on her. I know you wanted to know that. I can't help it though. I do brush my teeth, but the healing makes it gross. Not to mention the blood (this is where briana freaks out a bit AAHHHH). My cousins freaked out because my mouth was so swollen and they thought I had an infection. But I don't. I just have a really small mouth. And I can't help that either. I'm tired of sitting on the couch and watching movies. It's better with friends though. (Nicole said thank you Lady, Brandon, and Briana). Now she says she is tired and she can't think of things to say and she is going to watch the rest of the movie. She loves you, even in her groggy state of mind. Goodnight everybody!!!
~Nicole (and Briana)
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
My life just flashed before my eyes... that was short
Dear Readers,
I have been in America for a total of 10 days since my trip to England (well, not counting the day in Cincinatti...). It is great to be home. I will try to relay all that I did starting from the beginning, but not all in one post. That would be a loooong post. I shall now start to look into my past....
It was cold when I came into to world. It's still a bit blurry. I remember someone saying, "It's a girl!".... okay, a little too far back maybe...
The ten hour flight. That was fun. A few hours full of turbulence from the storm that was raging outside the airplane. I couldn't get any sleep. Who could? Not because of the turbulence, of course, but because in just a few long hours I would be stepping onto land I've dreamed of for years. London. We got their at 7:00 A.M. (1:00 A.M. our time) and although I hadn't been completely alert when the plane landed, I sure was when I stepped off of it. We walked around and through crowds of anxious and cranky people, got our bags and headed toward the bus. When we stepped outside a breath of fresh air wafted around us. It felt like it was the first day of Spring unlike the blazing hot Summer at home. England air!
After walking around the airport all day we melted into the cushiony seats of the bus and chilled for an hour and a half on our way to the hostel. The small, scenic houses were beautiful. Unlike America, they didn't have houses on large plots of land everywhere. They had thin, tall, cottage-like houses in rows. Though, surprisingly, they didn't look squished. They looked quite cozy, in fact.
To our relief, we finally arrived at our destination "Ashlee" our Hostel. The rooms were more like a camp room with bunk beds than a "hotel". Our room, of course, was on the top floor. Fortunately, they had one small "lift" (elevator) so we didn't have to pull all of our bags up the stairs. We got to our rooms, got situated, cleaned up a bit, then went to start our tour of London.
We walked all around, stopped at a "Tesco's" (grocery store), got some... interesting sandwiches and DR. PEPPER!!!!, then walked somemore to a little garden area for lunch......
That will have to be all for this post because I must do Spanish or my teacher will threaten me with her awesome luchador skills *wink, wink* and... I can't remember what happened after that for the moment *nervous smile*. But, it will come to me!
Farewell until later *said she in a mysterious voice*
~Nicole
I have been in America for a total of 10 days since my trip to England (well, not counting the day in Cincinatti...). It is great to be home. I will try to relay all that I did starting from the beginning, but not all in one post. That would be a loooong post. I shall now start to look into my past....
It was cold when I came into to world. It's still a bit blurry. I remember someone saying, "It's a girl!".... okay, a little too far back maybe...
The ten hour flight. That was fun. A few hours full of turbulence from the storm that was raging outside the airplane. I couldn't get any sleep. Who could? Not because of the turbulence, of course, but because in just a few long hours I would be stepping onto land I've dreamed of for years. London. We got their at 7:00 A.M. (1:00 A.M. our time) and although I hadn't been completely alert when the plane landed, I sure was when I stepped off of it. We walked around and through crowds of anxious and cranky people, got our bags and headed toward the bus. When we stepped outside a breath of fresh air wafted around us. It felt like it was the first day of Spring unlike the blazing hot Summer at home. England air!
After walking around the airport all day we melted into the cushiony seats of the bus and chilled for an hour and a half on our way to the hostel. The small, scenic houses were beautiful. Unlike America, they didn't have houses on large plots of land everywhere. They had thin, tall, cottage-like houses in rows. Though, surprisingly, they didn't look squished. They looked quite cozy, in fact.
To our relief, we finally arrived at our destination "Ashlee" our Hostel. The rooms were more like a camp room with bunk beds than a "hotel". Our room, of course, was on the top floor. Fortunately, they had one small "lift" (elevator) so we didn't have to pull all of our bags up the stairs. We got to our rooms, got situated, cleaned up a bit, then went to start our tour of London.
We walked all around, stopped at a "Tesco's" (grocery store), got some... interesting sandwiches and DR. PEPPER!!!!, then walked somemore to a little garden area for lunch......
That will have to be all for this post because I must do Spanish or my teacher will threaten me with her awesome luchador skills *wink, wink* and... I can't remember what happened after that for the moment *nervous smile*. But, it will come to me!
Farewell until later *said she in a mysterious voice*
~Nicole
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