First blog post of the year!
Wish it wasn't to tell you all that my entire family rung in 2013 with a naaaaaasty flu.
Okay well technically, I was the one who had it on new years, but everyone followed suit. lol.
I'm much better now though! Finally.
It was godawful. 101.8 fever, hot/cold, hacking up a lung, can't hear outta one ear cause it's stuffed, insanely congested, headache. ALLADAT.
My dad had it before all of us though so he's been taking care of us. Now that

Yep. Don't know how it happened exactly, but I finally caught on to this reincarnation of the British Invasion.
Well, British and Irish.
It's doubtful that any of you remember, but to reiterate; I catch onto what's cool pretty late in the game.
Not because I don't know about it or anything, but because I tend to snub my nose at the craze and live in la la land.

Nope, not talking about a song (haha did that again) nor am I discussing my love life.
Literally, I'm in love with puppies.
Most people would agree to that statement because, well, they're puppies.
My personal view on all things 'baby' is that God was extra genius when he made puppy/kittens/babies so friggin adorable that no matter what awful thing they do, you still want to hug and kiss them.
My situation is this;
I'm a sixteen year old girl who has never owned a

No, not the Eminem album (you're awesome if you even slightly smirked at that).
My wisdom teeth surgery happened Monday! I'm glad it's over with and yet I really wish I didn't have to have it done.
It's only been a day and I look like a freakin' chipmunk storing up for winter with how swollen and puffy my face/chin is. It's uncomfortable to say the least.
And I'm a minor so only Tylenol Codeine for me, yay. -_-
It really sucks not being able to eat what you want or basically

I've got oral surgery in the morning!
Woo.

Getting all four wisdom teeth removed. I'm not nervous yet but I probably will be when I get in the chair and can't run away. Yikes.
I'll be on a soft food diet for the next five to ten days so bring on the pudding and mashed potatoes!
No food or drink after midnight either and the drink part will be the hardest, I'm sure.
Now, we have an 18 year old cat. Not sure what's wrong with him exactly these days, but he's