An addiction especially for girls

You’d do anything to make it look perfect. Pay hundreds of dollars at a beauty salon, search through thousands of different shampoos to find the one that makes your beautiful locks do that cute bouncy thing, or even try the truly extreme and dangerous measures. Those dangerous measures include straightening and curling irons. You know they can damage your hair but you persist to use them again and again anyway. Truth is, it might help a lot during the first couple of weeks but that is all it takes to turn your hair into a birds nest. Such items are used on occasions but NOT every day. Using it to an extent like that becomes an addiction. One begins to think that they need this device and that it is the only thing keeping them breathing. Be smart! If you really want your hair to be perfect, the irons are the last place you would want to look.

School's out!!!!

Can you beleive it? The year has just flown by. Not that I'm unhappy or anything. We have graduated from middle school and can move onto bigger and better things. Come on! We have a name now. We are freshmen! No more numbers. High school teens are so much more mature and so much less mature at the same time. I'm not quite sure about the specific perks yet but I'll worry about that when school starts again. My summer is getting off to a great start! It has only been about six hours since school let out and I am in a beautiful resteraunt in palm beach gardens. It is far, far away from my home. I am ready for sleeping in, drinking summer smoothies, wearing super short shorts (just kidding dad), and meeting super cute beach boys (not so kidding). See you there!

Surgery

This weekend, I went through gum surgery. It is not like other surgeries that might be on your leg or arm. Having it done in the mouth means you remind yourself about every five seconds when you swallow. Plus, it bleeds a lot more. The first day in recovery I spent in bed with a nurse's mouth cover on holding ice in. Since my lips were so swollen, I could barely eat my milkshakes and ice cream. Tragic, huh? Although it was annoying and painful after the surgery, I was a nervous wreck before I went in. It was my first time under drugs and I didn't cry at all. I cried afterward as a side affect but while I wasn't exactly sane. They checked my blood pressure and my heart rate. It was at a 78. A bit nervous, you think? I woke up a few times, feeling nothing. I kept telling myself to fall asleep and have happy dreams. I was a tinny bit delirious. While I was leaving, I had this strange urge to tell the nurse Happy Birthday. I was probably one of the funniest patients they have had in a while. Now it is over and I will see how it looks once the stitches are removed next week. Thanks for everything Dr. Skinner!