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I AM THE HOT WING VELOCIRAPTOR.

Good thing: I've continued to take my penicillin which means I should be pain free any minute now. Hottie dentist said it usually takes two days before antibiotics have done their job well enough that pain subsides. It's been two and a half. Percocets don't last as long as vicodin but they are stronger. I still get really bad stabbing pain and then throbbing sometimes. Trying to get through it without screaming or sobbing too much is physically exhausting. But sometimes Bryzly hears my dry, choking sobs and jumps on the bed and nuzzles me.

Thinking about adding a Leafs jersey to my wishlist. Its getting to the point where I'd own and wear any jersey from any team EXCEPT the Red Wings and the Pens. Surprised I didn't include the Habs and Canucks? That's because there are three teams that I would NEVER wear a jersey for UNLESS it was customized with a specific player.
Chicago Blackhawks - Brandon Bollig
Montreal Canadiens - Carey Price
Vancouver Canucks - Alexandre Bolduc
Actually, you know what? I wouldn't wear an LA Kings jersey either unless it was a Patrick O'Sullivan one.



I'm pretty bored and all weird from the pain meds. They make me super talkative apparently.



My dad used to bond with me by teaching me the proper wrestling stance. This is his favorite picture of me, ever.

So I want to start writing. I'm good at writing. I enjoy writing. I've been praised and recognized for my writing since I was 5 or 6 years old. But I have no idea what to write about. I want to be like Laurelin and Bradley and Cameron Frye. A witty female writer, strong with weaknesses, smart with some bad jokes. Not many teachers liked my writing style.... its like prose and poetry in short story form. I write literally the way I speak to myself in my head. The exact words I'm thinking. Its not a popular style from what I've been told but I enjoy reading it when I find others who write that way. It's like you're joining yourself with that person. Seeing inside of them instead of hearing them tell a story. There's more to it than how they dealt with a bad date. There's more humor, more emotion, more thoughts, more development.
I just don't know what to write about. Sitting at home watching movies, wishing you had a job and your own apartment isn't exciting. Drinking alone and listening to One Direction isn't ground breaking. I just want to write. I need to write. It's been clawing away at my brain for a few months now. I've written one thing since it started and that was only to make sure I never forgot some details of an exciting night. No characters are in my head, waiting to tell their story. There's just me. The character I really am, the character I wish I was, and the character others see me as.

Just thought I'd let that out in a nice percocet-fueled look into something I consider a flaw and a weakness. Something I'm ashamed of and felt like sharing.

Not that I'm sad right now, about the whole thing. Sure, its frustrating and I've been in tears over it. But I'm ok. I feel good sharing it and admitting it. I've been so sick of whining in my blogs, complaining and crying. I'm ready to be my happy Aly self again. People love her and I love her too. I just hope that didn't come off as complaining. I wanted it to be a look into something I haven't shared before. A piece of me I don't usually talk about or admit I'm going through.

I guess I just wanted to be vulnerable.



Do you guys miss my blue hair as much as I do?


CHEESEBURGERS

I've been spending time hunting down jersey pictures for the couple of you that REALLY seem to like them, haha. Maybe I'll do one giant blog of nothing but jersey pictures.





xox Aly