FRIDAY

Today is friday. I love Fridays. All the oppurtunities a teenager needs are packed into a weekend, and Friday is a launch point. I love Fridays.

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COLLEGE

I'm not quite sure where I'm headed. I used to know. I had this unwavering sense of self assurance. And now? Well it's as if all of that has evaporated into the wide expanse of the unknown. Uncertainty is all that I feel now. Its not necessarily all bad. I mean, I know I am going somewhere. So in the equation of my life the going is the constant, the somewhere the variable. Let x stand for departure and y stand for destination. Throw some constants in there like family and friends, and there you have it. My life translated into my least favorite language. Algebra.

FAMILY

I have the best friends....scratch that.

I have the best family in the world.

Whenever I am at my absolute lowest, I still know that I am never alone. They are only a phone call away. Things are always better when we are together. They have seriously changed my life.

Its sometime an incredible challenge for me to trust anyone, but not Steven. I trust him with anything. He is my bestfriend. And I know Julia will always have my back. I love her so much. Michael, well... He's got a pretty face. Hannah is just so sweet, no one makes me go "AWWWWH", like Hannah. Andrew is very accepting of all my weirdness. Irene is so funny, and I'm not even sure she knows it. Jessica is new, and I haven't spent too much time with her, but I can tell that somehow our stories parallel.

I'd be no where without these guys. And I would do anything for each and everyone of them. YES, I would even lick a centipede. Okay that's gross. Maybe I'd sniff a centipede. IF IT WAS A DIRE SITUATION.

Se aman muchos brochahos. Quiero estar con ustedes siempre, y siempre.

DEAR SCHOOL

I am not coming into school again today, as it has been made clear to me that I'm not allowed to be in school while under the influence of Percocet. My mama won't let me come dressed up as a pharmacy. Also taking tylenol as an alternative just isn't cutting the mustard. Or the pain. Whichever you prefer.
I will be coming to school when my jaw returns to its normal state of not feeling like elephants have trampled it several times. Nothing against elephants. I love them so. Just not their heavy feet. Darn you oral surgeons!

Much love, and gratitude for putting up with me,
Lauren.

WAKING UP AT 6AM

should be against the law...

just sayin'.

WHEN THE ELEPHANTS ARRIVE

Do you know how it feels to have your head trampled by elephants?

Are you well acquainted with the crushing pain that accompanies this event?

Well neither am I, but I feel as if I am as close to knowing that experience as I can be minus the trip to Africa.

WARNING TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC: Keep your wisdom teeth. Don't let the oral surgeons rip them out of your skull! Who would do such a thing to themselves?! Oh wait, I did that.

For the past 3 and a half days I have either been too drugged out to notice anything, or writhing in pain. I live on a humble diet of chicken broth, mashed potatoes, mashed apples, and mushy rice. So pretty much anything that is not brothy, or mashed is out of the question.

Yesterday, I spent most of the day either sleeping, or vomiting (TMI, I know). This is not how I like to spend my Sundays.

Last night I went to sleep after taking an extra strength Tylenol PM, (no mega painkillers). This bold move caused me to wake up at 1 AM thrashing about, wondering when the excruciating pain would cease. I repeated this action until about 2:20 AM, when I got out of the bed to wake my mother.

Suffice it to say, this weekend has not been the best.

MAGGIE

These are some poems devoted to my Maggie.

Maggie is a friend of mine.

Maggie is so very fine.

Maggie with her hair so fair,

Maggie won't you always be there?

Maggie is a real high class lady.

Maggie is as good as gravy.

Maggie, Maggie, Magic Maggie-

How do you stay so classy?

Maggie has a monotone voice, and when she sings,

I swear it is the most wondrous noise.

Not because it is beautiful,

not because it is angelic,

Oh no.

This noise, it stings the ear lobes.

This noise, it makes tears come from infants eyes.

This noise, makes me want to run.

Oh so far, far away.

Maggie's voice is wondrous.