March 07, 2002 :: 12:41 p.m.
hairy tongue syndrome
Argh. Stupid dentist. I dragged my ass out of bed this morning at 8:30, threw on the same clothes that I wore yesterday, and flew to Harrisburg as fast as my car could go. Which, you know, isn't very fast, so I was about 20 minutes late. Oh well. That's what you get for giving me a 9 a.m. appointment, bitches. I sat around and read New Age Magazine for a while (yeah, I know, how utterly fascinating) until my name was called. *gulp* Torture time. While I was sitting in the chair, waiting for the needle, the receptionist (who knows me quite well by now) came in and asked if I wanted to hold her hand. Yes. So I did. I got
three injections this time. How delightful! Surprisingly, though, it wasn't as bad as the last time. Maybe because he did it in smaller doses or something. Last time I only got two shots. Or maybe I was just more prepared for the blinding pain this time. In any case, it was definitely un-fun and I have no desire to do it again any time soon. And I don't have to! Woo! I'm done, and all it took was about 17 fillings. Okay, not 17, but he certainly did a lot of them.
Er. The right side of my face is still numb. My tongue feels hairy. I don't know why. There's nothing on it - I checked. Weird. My jaw hurts, too. I mean, it really hurts. I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat anything because that would require opening and closing my mouth many times (a.k.a. chewing), which would cause extreme discomfort. So... no food for me.
Dammit. Yeah. Whine, whine, complain, complain. That's all I ever do.
I called Adam, thinking that perhaps we could take advantage of the nice weather (it's quite warm) and go hang out at the park or something, but alas, he's not home. Curse him. Leaving me at home and bored like this... how dare he? *laughs* Right.
My room is filthy. I just thought I'd let everyone know. I think it's becoming a parasitic organism. I feel very drained and tired all the time; I think it's eating my energy. Also, the roses that Adam gave me a few days ago are almost dead already. That's not natural. I believe my room-parasite is eating away at their life force.
Heh, Mason tried to skip school today. He came home around 11:30 and claimed that there had been a bomb threat at school. Now... in all my years at CV schools, I've never been sent home when there was a bomb threat. And there have been a lot. Usually about three every year. They just took us out into the football field if it was nice, or put us in the cafeteria or auditorium of one of the other schools (the elementary, middle, and high schools are grouped together in a big "education park," as they like to call it). So when he waltzed in with that story, my mom was a bit suspicious. She drove up to the school, and what did she find? Hundreds of students going about their day, as usual. And thus, Mason was busted. Stupid boy. You don't come home if you skip school. You go somewhere else. That's the whole point. If you wanted to be at home, you'd just play deathly ill. Dumbass.
Oh. Yesterday, I received a financial aid form from LVC. It says that it must be submitted by March 1st. Ahem. *coughs* What was yesterday? The 6th? How, exactly, am I supposed to submit by the 1st a form that I received on the 6th? I am confused. If this affects my financial aid bullshit, I'll be very upset. I will rage. It will be highly unpleasant and someone may die.
Blah. I need to finish filling out a job application.
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