jabberwocky

LOL to the octopus + fever one. That kinda happened to me after I got my wisdom teeth removed. For probably three hours after the surgery, I was fighting sleep, because thats how I am. I fought it, and fought it, and fought it. As a result, I actually managed to keep form falling asleeP, BUT I had at leasdt 50 little mini dreams. I couldn't focus on anything. Here is the weirdest part. I lost track of little chunks of time immediately after the surgery. I remember being smothered, by some large woman, to the "recovery room" where I was supposed to be holding an ice pack on my face. I don't really remember being in that room except for twice when I snapped back (i suppose from sleep) only to realize that the hand holding the ice pack had drifted away from my face. I was apparently in there for 15 minutes, but as far as I'm concerned, it wasn't more than 30 seconds. This is where it gets really weird. I somehow ended up back in like...the lobby or something, because the next thing I knew I was on these red cushions that met in a corner for some weird couch thing (some on one wall, some on another) with my family and my girlfriend's family. Yes, I'm a big pansy and was scared *(&^less by the thought of being put to sleep and my girlfriend is the most comforting person I know, so she came...but anyway. So. I had brought my Rubik's cube for the wait before and handed it off to my girlfriend before I went back. After my teleportation to the red couch thing, I saw it and wanted to see if I could do it in my groggy, completely out-of-it state. I could, interestingly enough, even though I didn't even remember the trip from the recovery room to the couch which happened mere seconds before. Yes, I can actually do a Rubik's cube. I consistently do it at an average of 45 seconds, but I digress. Then, I don't remember standing up OR walking out the doors (there were apparently two...) But I remember walking out to my Dad's work van which we took to get there. I don't remember actually getting in the van at all. I remember very little of the ride home, but I apparently wouldn't stop talking. To make matters worse, I had my cheeks stuffed with gauze and nobody could understand me. Once I got home, I don't remember actually getting out of my Dad's van or walking into our house at all or going downstairs to get on the couch, but I did. Thats the end of all but the random daydreams. Yeah. Pretty weird if I do say so myself.

The unknown.

I think my girlfriend smells really good. This is without perfume...I hate perfume. It gives me headaches. Anyone else have a significant other with a distinct, good smell?

I am turning eighteen in fifteen days and I think sometime around the nineteenth, I'll be getting a surprise party. If I'm right about this, my girlfriend is planning it and I've successfully guessed every gift she's gotten for me at this point so I dunno. I've just got this eerie feeling. I don't know what to expect besides a "SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" at the strangest time that would startle me because I'm a really jumpy person. My friends are mature enough to keep it a secret so, yeah. Of course, this all just a guess on my part, but it would be cool to have one.