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Token statement: I'm always thinking of things to write in here, but then never write them.

It's like a disclaimer. My personal disclaimer. I say it all the time and never really act on it, because by the time I sit down at a keyboard I'm too exhausted to do anything but read shit.

News and Recaps:

~ Getting my wisdom teeth out Friday morning. My teeth have been giving me massive amounts of hell all semester, and it's been getting progressively worse, from pain to massive headaches and nausea to infections and dizzy spells and all kinds of crap. Finally I went to the dentist and then the oral surgeon about it. Turns out, the roots on the top teeth are tangled in a nerve. They're also caught in the curve of my molars, so as they're trying to come in, they're being turned to the point that if the did come in the bottoms would be facing straight out to the sides of my head. The bottom left one is half in my mouth, half caught in my jawbone. The bottom right one is actually fine; I had a molar pulled a couple of years ago and they decided to just let that wisdom tooth come in and take its place. I thought it was hurting a lot because it was sliding in, but actually I have a huge cyst in my jaw on that side, or something. While I'm knocked out they're going to do exploratory surgery to find out what it is. I let him get as far in his explanation as "so we're going to drill a hole in your jaw" before telling him that if I was unconscious, I didn't care. Go to fucking town.

~ I'm totally going to bomb watercolor. And I have such a hard time caring. Why the hell did I take the classes I took? Two are worth salvaging, the rest are pointless. I have become a stellar French student. Take that, Madame Guillet! I can totally conjugate avoir now.

~ Quinn, Katie and I are doing a photo shoot with Alisha tomorrow night. It's going to be all Jack The Ripper themed. We're shooting downtown after eight, so I Mike has become the official babysitter for all of our stuff. And speaking of tuxedos...

~ OMFG THEY ARE DOING CARMEN AND LUCIA DE LAMMERMOOR NEXT SEASON. THIS TOTALLY GIVES ME AN ORGASM. I don't care how much I have to shell out, I'm so getting a box for Lucia. OMG OMG OMG.

~ Pat's birthday party was fucking awesome. I love riding crops. I love my friends to fucking death.

~ Still searching for the perfect layout.

~ My family is still stark raving mad.

~ Silent Hill is fucking freaky.

~ My mother just called. Apparently I have an overdue book at the OCC library and my dress has come in at David's Bridal. Could I please pick it up within seven to ten days.

(CALL MISSY DAMMIT)
(DITTO LISA)
(DITTO KATE)
(DITTO... hee)



Life continues at its normal pace, I suppose. Blah and exciting at the same time. Random. Totally, completely random. Yep.

(no subject)

Token statement: I'm always thinking of things to write in here, but then never write them.

It's like a disclaimer. My personal disclaimer. I say it all the time and never really act on it, because by the time I sit down at a keyboard I'm too exhausted to do anything but read shit.

News and Recaps:

~ Getting my wisdom teeth out Friday morning. My teeth have been giving me massive amounts of hell all semester, and it's been getting progressively worse, from pain to massive headaches and nausea to infections and dizzy spells and all kinds of crap. Finally I went to the dentist and then the oral surgeon about it. Turns out, the roots on the top teeth are tangled in a nerve. They're also caught in the curve of my molars, so as they're trying to come in, they're being turned to the point that if the did come in the bottoms would be facing straight out to the sides of my head. The bottom left one is half in my mouth, half caught in my jawbone. The bottom right one is actually fine; I had a molar pulled a couple of years ago and they decided to just let that wisdom tooth come in and take its place. I thought it was hurting a lot because it was sliding in, but actually I have a huge cyst in my jaw on that side, or something. While I'm knocked out they're going to do exploratory surgery to find out what it is. I let him get as far in his explanation as "so we're going to drill a hole in your jaw" before telling him that if I was unconscious, I didn't care. Go to fucking town.

~ I'm totally going to bomb watercolor. And I have such a hard time caring. Why the hell did I take the classes I took? Two are worth salvaging, the rest are pointless. I have become a stellar French student. Take that, Madame Guillet! I can totally conjugate avoir now.

~ Quinn, Katie and I are doing a photo shoot with Alisha tomorrow night. It's going to be all Jack The Ripper themed. We're shooting downtown after eight, so I Mike has become the official babysitter for all of our stuff. And speaking of tuxedos...

~ OMFG THEY ARE DOING CARMEN AND LUCIA DE LAMMERMOOR NEXT SEASON. THIS TOTALLY GIVES ME AN ORGASM. I don't care how much I have to shell out, I'm so getting a box for Lucia. OMG OMG OMG.

~ Pat's birthday party was fucking awesome. I love riding crops. I love my friends to fucking death.

~ Still searching for the perfect layout.

~ My family is still stark raving mad.

~ Silent Hill is fucking freaky.

~ My mother just called. Apparently I have an overdue book at the OCC library and my dress has come in at David's Bridal. Could I please pick it up within seven to ten days.

(CALL MISSY DAMMIT)
(DITTO LISA)
(DITTO KATE)
(DITTO... hee)



Life continues at its normal pace, I suppose. Blah and exciting at the same time. Random. Totally, completely random. Yep.