scribbles from a delusional hungry lovestruck loner on pain meds
it's definitely true, let me tell you - that whole concept of never knowing how much you appreciate something til it's gone... and no i'm not talking about appreciating my teeth...
"would you like to keep your teeth once the procedure is over?" the nurse asked me. I could feel the laughing gas kicking in. keep them? why would I want that? "No, I don't think I want those." I replied. She looked (well, from what I could tell) a little disappointed. "You know, 98 percent of patients keep their wisdom teeth." ... ummm that's great, I'm not one of them. "No, no, I don't want them." why the fuck would i want them??
...i'm talking about food. i guess it's not gone, but it's definitely prohibited. i mean, don't get me wrong, i love pudding and jello but one can only handle so much soft food. I've had more milkshakes in the last 72 hours than I thought i would be able to stomach. besides, I can't just eat ice cream all day. it's not healthy and I definitely get headaches if I don't eat well. and I don't want to get a headache or get sick or anything. I almost had a fever, or so we thought. I took my temp, 98.1º yet my face and neck was all red... hmmm. at least i wasn't throwing up.
Mom: "do you remember when we got in the car the lady said you might throw up?"
Me: "uhhh not really."
Mom: "she says 10 percent of patients throw up..."
Me: "mmm hmm..."
Currently I'm eating a cheesy omelette my mom made me. Much obliged, mi madre! I need some more drugs. I've been sorta bleeding from my one hole where my tooth was impacted. Mom just ran to Bartell's and now she's back. she bought me this thing that zips and it can hold all my batrhoom stuff, like shampoo, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, it even has room for me to put my contacts and contact solution. and i think it hangs on the shower neck so can take it with me to the showers at LC. on a side note, I can't believe I can't use and effing straw! I feel fine. Ugh. at least my jeans are comfy. like SUPER comfy.
ali found them for me yesterday and i love them. they're wonderful. i could wear these jeans and that hot shirt she found too, for a date. speaking of dates, well, indirectly, Matty Matt left for PDX this morning. he's driving with his mom, the long way, I guess, and he'll probably be able to talk to me on Sunday. I kinda hope he calls but I hope it's not a guarantee.
Julia and I are talking on AIM:
Julia: "Yeah, I don't wanna go to work today... why don't you go for me?"
Me: "Cause I'm bleeding, and sore, and on drugs... you selfish bitch, how could you even ask me that?"
lol.
can I just say my college rules? I love how I get mail from them almost every day. No joke. They just LOOK for excuses to send mail, I swear. They must have an envelope-licking fetish or something, because I get so much mail from them. but it's all very nice. i get notices and thankyous for filling out paperwork and i get newsletters and my parents get letters that say welcome to the school, and then they get letters saying "we're welcoming your child to this dorm: blaaaa" etc etc. And then I get dorm info, computer info, orientation info, and it all comes at different times all the time!
i have a guitar lesson at 3. I just told my mom "we should probably leave for my lesson soon" and she's like "I'm ready when you are!" and I go "well we don't have to leave yet, it's only 2:20" and she's like "why are you giving me shit?" and I'm all "I'm not!" so she's like "that's all you ever give me. shit shit shit shit..." and she said "shit" like 30 times. then randomly she goes... "there's no rhyme or reason for this notebook." and I realized she's just keeping herself busy with some organizational project for her association.
oh silly mom. i need to go potty and take drugs and pack my guitar for my LAST LESSON with Charles McCrone. sad panda. he's been my teacher since June of 1998. I will miss him mucho. But it's cool, I get to visit my coworkers for the last time too... well not last time but one of the last times.
"i've got this feeling... everything's gonna be alright now." thanks James. I believe you. (James from Dream Theater, from "New Millenium" but this is the live version and I really like it. it's a lot heavier live than the album makes it seem. this is performed in Tokyo, cause he just yelled "come on Tokyo!" and some asians went "woo!" and stuff).
::sigh:: 6 days. i can't wait to meet Claire and Matt and Joey and Peter and Leah and Clare and Leana and my roomie Ben. I'll probably pounce on Claire Kingstad and Matty Matt, just cause I told them to expect it. RARRR.
Mom: "Can you believe I'm writing my LAST president's message for the Journal?"
Me: "Can you believe I have my LAST guitar lesson today?" and that's our cue.
ps: i never got a response email from that crazy woman.