Getting your tongue pierced can have some very serious consequences.

It's funny, in one of those not so funny ways, how doing things when you're drunk can change your life. I was in Oklahoma this past weekend, and on the way home, stopped at my grandparents'. While my grandparents, Craig, and I were sitting at the table, chatting and eating, it got brought up how my grandparents sold one of their vans. Then Mama told me what happened to the son of the people who bought it.

Her aunt's grandson (however that would make him related to her) used to live in Oklahoma. He moved to Maine to live with his grandmother, I think, and one night when he was there, he went out drinking with some friends. Well, while they were drinking, they got the brilliant idea to go and get their tongues pierced. They went to some place that was licensed to do that kind of thing. His two friends got their tongues pierced, but when it was his turn, the guy refused to do it because his tongue wasn't long enough and it would mess with some nerve thing. He still really wanted to get it pierced, so they all went to some other, probably kinda trashy, place and the guy did it for him, no questions or anything. So when he got home, his tongue swelled up. It swelled and swelled and swelled. It blocked his breathing. He passed out. The next day when he didn't show up for work or answer his phone, someone went to his place to check on him. He was unconscious on his floor. They rushed him to the ER. If they hadn't done that, he would've died. He's alive, but he's a paralytic, and can't do anything anymore. He can't even talk. So my grandparents sold his parents their big van so they could get him around easier.

Who would've thought you could become a paralytic, just from piercing your tongue? Moral of the story: If someone refuses to pierce your tongue because it wouldn't be good for you to, listen to them. The end.

So I was told I need to post again... but I really don't have much to post about. I'm seriously at a loss for words and cannot for the life of me think of something worth writing on here about.

Except for that I can't wait for May 27th, when I'll be done with the hell they call high school. And my 18th birthday (and Lucas'!) is in twenty-two days. That's pretty exciting, too.

Yeah. I'm exhausted and have to read a whole stinkin lot and make a power-point presentation for Tuesday, Greek stuff for Tuesday, great ideas reading (Plato... ugh) for Tuesday, and study for an english twiz on Tuesday... then also read a lot for creative writing and do a couple worksheet things, and read a ridiculously long article for apologetics for Monday. I think I need to get my sleep so I can be busy with all that the rest of this weekend. When I think of something worth writing, I'll update for real. Who knows when that will be, though.