MEMORIES... ALL ALONE IN THE.... uh... how doe's that song go again? :/

"Hmmmmm, that's funny... where is the part of the brain that consists of EMPTY BRAIN FARTS?  And is this a woman or man?!! o_O" 

WARNING: THIS BLOG IS CLEAN...

In our most wondrous class of AP Literature-ness, we played a amusing little game that showed us how well our noggins work.  Each one of us had to remember a memory, write it down on paper (Even draw a little embarrassing sketch of the event), and tell our fellow classmates about it.  And we switched so that everyone knew everyone's memory and yadda, yadda, yadda.... Well, when it came to remembering my classmates memories, I had the advantage of having a pretty darn good memory in the first best (Yup, *sigh*, I know... ;D ) and chewing on a piece of fresh minty gum earlier... What I remembered most was the descriptions, the colors, the feelings of what I was being told.... meaning that I remember things vision-ally rather than orally (Please... don't laugh when the word "orally" shows up in my blog... :P )  Like, lets say their was this Creeper Mc'Creep pants or Boobs Mc' Pervert or whatever name his name is that was hitting on me with chessy, unclever, sleazy pick up lines.  I'd rather remember that weirdo's face than his fake name he uses to talk to unlucky girls he happens to lay his eyes on... Actually I would have to have my memory wiped so I can forget about that... that... UGGHH...   Most of my classmates memories were either happy, about going to places I've never seen or WILL ever see, from cute wittle puppy's to kissing whales. (Awwwww ^ ^ ) or they were painful ones that have left emotional scars, such as being bit by a rabid deadly mouse of destruction or dogs "accidentally" killing their pets that they loved more and the dog was seeking revenge... Yeah, pretty heavy stuff o_O  It was also ironic that we would add "other" details that we forgot... teeheehee... *AHEM* These remind me of one particular memory of my that happened years ago and oh, how I've  wished it to go away, but life is cruel that way... Anyway, during the earliest stage awkward, horrid puberty years... I had a extremely short hair, was a giant among children my age, and bloater than a Macy's Day Parade balloon...  If this wasn't bad enough, I was called a "boy" by many ignorant, BLIND you knew darn well that I was a girl...   I wasn't even a TOMBOY nor  do I even look like a BOY!!! >:(  Especially this one time when I went into the ladies biffy at a public rest stop.  A little girl, no more than 7 or so, looked up at me. (Keep in mind, I was pretty fricking tall...)  As her mother came out of one of the stalls, the little girl whispered, as all children do, in her mother's ear... AND like all children who don't know any better, have a social filter, and don't watch what come's out of their tiny mouths, she whispered in her little kid voice... "Mommy, was is their a boy in here?!!"  The mother shushed her and look at me with a "Please forgive my child, she doesn't mean it... OH GOD, how embarrassing" face.  At first, it didn't bother me... but years later, with insecurities and growing up, it NEVER left me... I've been insecure about it ever since. :,(  NOW, this can be related to The Sound and the Fury... considering that this novel consists of a dysfunctional family and all the terrible memories that reflect the family and plot... from their minds...  It's makes you, as the reader, go "Wow, they're screwed up man... thought my family had problems!" However, each character has a diffident memory and is an emotional wreck in his or her own way...  

     "*SIGH*... I guess little girls can pull it off better then I ever could... SAD FACE :("