Ok, so this morning, I discovered something really weird.

I took a shower when I got up, and I was too lazy to dry/comb my hair after, so I just let it sit there.  Well, an hour or so later, I'm getting ready for church, and I look in the mirror, and my hair is perfectly dry, straight, and looks like it would if I had spent twenty minutes working on it after my shower.  

I'm going to see if this'll happen again......... that would save me OH so much time!!

Why there's a hole in my brother's wall.....

Ok, so you know that everybody gets their wisdom teeth out, sooner or later. Well, a couple of years ago, my brother had to get his taken out, and unfortunately, his luck turned on him.  After he had the teeth pulled out, he got something called a dry socket.  Now, I don't really know what that is... but it happens when you suck on a straw... or...... I'm not really educated in that field...... Well, anyways, it hurts WAY bad, and one night, when he was sleeping, the pain woke him up, and he punched a fist size hole into his wall.  

Hopefully, this thingy isn't genetic. (I doubt it) But I certainly hope I don't get into THAT much pain... I can't even imagine....

I remember back in my elementary school, and our class used to be obsessed with the playground. (Actually... that should be quite normal for kids that age) Anyways, the girls would always go and do their little spinny things on the suspended bars.  Well, one day, some girls finally coaxed me into trying it........ and I hesitantly hoisted myself up onto the bar.  They told me so many hints and instructions, there was NO way I could have done it successfully.  So, remembering all the things I could, I gripped the bar, fell back........ and two seconds later I was on the ground with the wind knocked out of me..... mean huh?!!!

I've always wondered if the fact that if your teeth were straight depended on how you lost your previous teeth.....

I have a brother and a sister.  My brother, like me, would always yank his loose teeth out, not letting it "fall out by itself".  My sister would always be careful, and would wait until the teeth fell out on their own.  

Well, it turns out that my brother and I have a perfect set of teeth, while my sister's....... well..... they aren't bad. They could be better.  

So that led me to thinking that maybe if you yanked out your baby teeth earlier, it might make more room for the new teeth, letting it grow out straighter.

Tooth Disaster..

People never would know, but when I was in 3rd grade I had my front tooth chipped off.

After I went to second grade... I went to China for a year, because my dad had some work to do there.  Unfortunately..... I had to go to school there. It actually wasn't that bad, considering how I already knew how to speak Chinese (You know how little kids learn the native language just by listening?  Well, I sorta learned two at once. It's pretty cool). So.... in China.. schools are MASSIVE.  There's a huge courtyard in front of the school, and the school is like... 6 stories tall.  In the courtyard out in front, there is this flag-post on a stone platform.  In the morning, the flag is raised and all of the school watches out in front. Well, the platform has steps leading up, and there are chains surrounding the perimeter... and every morning when I get to school, I run up the steps and jump over the chains, back onto the ground.  So, this "fateful" morning, my mother and I are walking to the school, (She taught english there) and I run ahead.  She is talking with another teacher, and doesn't mind me.  I run up the steps carelessly, and take a jump.  I shouldn't have.  I jumped too late, and my foot caught on the chains.  I swung around, and my face smashed against the cement pavement of the courtyard.  I can't scream for pain, because I was literally "DYING"!  I couldn't even yell, or signal my mother or the teacher, because I had fell behind the platform, out of sight of them.  So I stuck my foot up, hoping they would see, and a short moment later,  they run up, and see my bloody face.  Ten minutes later, I am at the hospital, I have a huge chip out of my front teeth, and my whole face is scarred up.

Luckily, a couple years ago, back here, I went and got my teeth fixed, and now they are perfectly fine.

Embarrassing Moment

Everybody HAS to have their embarrassing moments... right? So you won't mind me tellin' ya one of mine.....

I think it was when I was still a teeny toddler........ (I don't remember anything about my childhoood.... nothing... it's really weird.... I think I have long term memory loss or something... i'll see about that sometime later in my life.... )  anyways, once again, my siblings were out with their friends, our neighbors, on a bright saturday morning.  I woke up, and saw my brother and sister out playing with their friends, and decided to go and have fun also.  So I got out of bed........ and....... was in a diaper. ^_^  So I open the door... and hobble down the long street towards my neighbor's house, without any pants on... and by the time I get there, I'm told to go ALL the way back! 

Talk about embarrassing!  Good thing I moved out of THAT neighborhood......

Broken Finger

The first broken bone I remember I've had would probably be when I was four or five years old.  It was my second finger of my left hand, if I recall, but luckily, I didn't play piano back then.  My siblings, one brother and one sister, were going out to play a little while with our neighbors, and I, being the usual curios, fun-loving, and FOOLISH kid, tried to follow them out the door.  So my siblings go out the door, and I tag along my sister, who is ignorant to the fact that I'm right behind her.  So as she walks out the door, she slams it shut, and my hand was caught in the doorframe.  I don't remember anything after that point.  One moment I was screaming and yelling, and the next, I was lying on our couch, with a brace on my finger.