Exterminators and Infections

             Golly jeepers, it's been a heck of a while since I've been on this! like 4 days! Well, since then, I have found out that my wisdom teeth surgery caused an infection throughout my gums and one side of my cheek. Yay me, right? My next and hopefully last surgery for a while is tomorrow morning. I'll be high and crying again, whoopee! Have any of my readers had this kind of problem? I would really love some feedback! If you do not wish to comment and reveal yourself, I would love emails from my readers! anyone can reach me at my email, kylie.lucio+Yahoo! (confusion right there, I have no idea what it means. If you can't click on it, its kylie.lucio and then add @yahoo.com) Please ask me ANY questions! I want stuff like how to improve my blog, something you want me to write about, or something you want me to stop writing about (even though I might not abide to your wishes) Please, please, please write me!
            So, the whole exterminator thing. I found fucking mouse SHIT IN MY BED! It's amazing the cleaning I do when I'm absolutely disgusted. We have had such a mouse problem in my house lately, it's disgusting. I'm going to start a petition in my own house. I WANT AN EXTERMINATOR IN HERE ASAP!!!! Its horrific having rodents with rabies in the place where im most vulnerable.
            Last thing, I want people's opinions on the age range for relationships, I know its weird, but I'm curious. How old or young would you go? Personally, I'd say 13ish years is my limit. (I'm 16 years old) Crazy right!? I don't know what it is, but I really want to date someone older. (teacher preferrably, but that wouldn't happen until it's NOT illegal. haha.) High school really is not the place to have a relationship. It's immature and useless. I understand that some lucky people do have successful relationships that turn into marriages, but more than not, they're unsuccesful and not worth it. Does anyone understand what I'm rambling about? I just want someone who is mature, yet knows how to be goofy and funny. I want someone who can hold themselves together as an independent individual. I want someone who isn't afraid to show me off, like inviting me to dinner with their parents and hanging out with his friends. It's dumb, but not really. I dont know. I'm lost in my thoughts and I think this is a great place to conclude my post.




                                                         bonsoir, readers.

Drugs, Drugs, and More Drugs

                     Most of my Saturdays have consisted of friends, family, church, or video games. Not this week. This Saturday has consisted of me sleeping, waking up to take medicine, then falling asleep again. I am very grateful to the doctors for giving such heavy medication, but why can't they invent a PRESCRIPTION medication where you feel awesome and energized after surgery? I know I can probably get cocaine and feel pretty damn great, but that ain't my cup of tea. I really want to be able to hang out with my kiddos at church, but I have a gut feeling it would end like The Exorcist, and I'm not putting my 5th and 6th graders through that. So guess what my Sunday will consist of as well? You got it, drugs and sleep.
                       Church? Have I ever talked about my "status" at Crossroads church? Of course not, this is my third post (duh). Well I am a volunteer leader at Crossroads church for 5th and 6th graders on Sunday mornings and a volunteer leader for 7th and 8th graders on Tuesday evenings! I really love what I do! I work with some pretty amazing people, which I think is why I love it so much. They could possibly have a totally different opinion on me and our relationship, but I'm just going to continue to think that they think I'm a rad chick. (not to be conceited or anything, but personally, I love myself to pieces. I would marry myself I'm that awesome)
                       Another shitty thing about post-surgery is not being able to work out! Some people might look at me and be like, "Don't lie to us honey, you don't get off your ass." Big middle finger to those people, because I really do love lifting weights and running! Two of my classes at my school are workout classes, which is a big plus, because now I have to stay motivated or I won't get good grades. Seriously, when I'm older, I want to pay a trainer to work out with me so I won't waste my money, I will actually get off my ass because I paid for it! (I know, I'm a genius)
                 Well I'm practically naked in my brothers room doing this blog because hes the one with the computer. He just walked in. (No I'm not naked because I'm a freak, I was taking a shower and now I'm in my towel) I should let my brother take his territory back.



                                                       Ahn Nyeung, readers. 

Surgical Procedures and Starvation

             
           I haven't been on in a few days, I'm not counting and I couldn't care less at this point. Wisdom teeth suck. If you have room, or really fucked up teeth, KEEP THEM. I cannot explain some of this pain. I can't even smile! I'm a person who smiles for absolutely no reason, so going four days without smiling is actually quite the pain in the ass. I have to think about not smiling and to stop being happy, or I will hurt even worse.
           Here I am, blogging, while listening to some of my favorite music, but I'm not singing along. I have a challenge for my readers: blast your favorite music and just sit there. don't sing along, don't lip sync, don't even smile. Just sit there for three and half minutes then we'll be on the same page. for those of you who have gotten your wisdom teeth out, good for you for sticking through it without bitching on the internet as much as I do.
            Just so my title makes sense, I'm adding a paragraph about how much I WANT A FRIGGIN CHEESEBURGER. Not eating solids suck. I can't wait until I can eat a full rack of ribs and a steak. Just put dead cow in my mouth and I'll be happy. But, having surgery in my mouth can cause conflict with my wants and desires. Only 12 more days until I can have a glorious meal only consisting of meat. It'll be like the last supper, only it'll be my first after two dreadful weeks, (does that even make any sense? Doesn't matter.)
            On a different note, I'm stuck on my whole "fantasizing on a teacher" phase again (not in a completely sexual way, perverts). School does this to me, I see an attractive, and sometimes not even attractive teacher and I want to pounce (okay, maybe more sexual than I thought) For those whom are my innocent peers, buck up. You do it too, maybe just not the way I do. Not that I'm into some crazy, self exploration shit, but I have to admit I have an extremely creative imagination, If I know you, more specifically to my male readers, I've probably thought about jumping your bones. Don't get crazy now, it will NEVER happen. Unless you propose in like 10 years.




I'm done with this blog. My mind is going in a different direction than I want it to be and I don't want people to get the wrong impression. #teampurity

                                                   


                                                            goodnight readers.
         

Why am I even doing this.

                  Let me just start off by saying, I am not some cliche teenage girl who writes about her crush and all the silly things that never even matter in real life. Second, I am not an author. I'm not writing for attention. This could be read by hundreds, thousands, even millions of people, or it could just be read by me. No matter the circumstance, I'm writing in here whenever I feel like it. 
                   The hardest thing in life I've ever had to answer is, "Who am I?" I mean, really, who the hell actually knows who they truly are? I guess I could say I'm a junior in high school, devout member of my church, and a lover of science and math? But does that really define who I am? How about, I am 5'2, female, hispanic, and I've got a bust and a trunk? (haha, funny joke. kind of. not really. For innocence's sake, yes, its a joke.) Anyway, what REALLY defines us? I guess a matter of opinion. 
                  I'll leave that for my readers to think about (even if its just me) I have school tomorrow, I can't stay up blabbering on for hours, even though I could. I bid you adieu.




Note to myself, make these damned things short and sweet!