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I don't understand how sometimes people on AIM are idle for longer than they've been online. Hmmm.
Anyway, tonight was fucking obnoxious.
I'd been wanting to go to either Borders or Barnes & Noble for a little while now. I really want to buy this PJ Harvey album, and I wanted to get the most recent issues of Bust and Bitch magazines. I prefer Borders for a multitude of reasons, and I had absolutely nothing to do tonight, so I decided to travel the half-hour it takes to get there, rather than the 15ish minutes it would've taken me to get to B&N.
Well, the parking lot that's directly in front of the outside entrance to Borders is all blocked off for construction on this bullshit expansion project they're doing. (The mall is huge enough as it is, and no one comes to Syracuse, anyway. Hah. I think it's going to end up being a big waste of money.) I was going to park outside of Lord & Taylor and walk through there to get to Borders, but then I was worried that I'd get locked out of that store before Borders closed, and have to find some crazy way out of the place and end up walking for miles because, like I said, the mall is huge. So I decided that Borders was out, and drove back in the direction of B&N. (Thankfully it's right on my way back home, so I didn't waste any more gas than necessary traversing the central New York countryside.)
I went into Barnes & Noble, found my magazines, and went over to the Starbucks cafe counter to get something warm to drink, still being a little chilled on the inside after spending about ten minutes scraping ice and snow and bullshit off my car before I left. (I like the word "bullshit" lately.) Now, I had my retainer in my mouth. It's a tiny little thing because my jaw opening is so small, and it's loosened a bit over the 8ish years that I've had it, so I can't leave it in while I'm talking or else it'll fall out. So I took it out and stuck it in my coat pocket so I could make my order. More on this later.
I sat at one of the tables with a peppermint mocha, and thumbed through the copy of Bust I'd gotten. (I was very excited that they'd moved it to a much more prominent location on the newsstand.) My mom called me wondering where I was, so like a 10-year-old I called her back and told her I was at Barnes & Noble and that they closed at ten, so I wouldn't be home too much later than that. Finished the drink, went to the music section in search of Peej, and was disappointed at their distinct lack of copies of Dry. Paid for my magazines, went back out to my car, pulled my keys out of my pocket, and drove back home.
When I got home, my mom came out to help me in the front door, and I put my keys back in my bag. Fumbling around in my pocket, I found a couple of old receipts, and no retainer. Checked the other pockets. No retainer.
Yes, I'd put the retainer in the same pocket that my keys were in, and forgot about it because lately I always leave it at home when I go out.
So I drove back to Barnes & Noble.
After hobbling around the deserted parking lot for probably about 10-15 minutes, probably looking mighty suspicious, I gave up trying to find the tiny-ass thing in all the slush and snow and puddles and yuck, and left. I got myself a quesadilla at Taco Bell to console myself (hey, I was in the area), and drove back home.
This wouldn't be such a big deal to me at all if I didn't have weird-ass teeth. You see, my left front tooth had a lot of issues in the days of my early adolescence, and I endured three years of orthodontia and a few oral surgeries to get it in its proper place. However after all the fooling around up there, apparently the tooth doesn't have much of a root on it, so I really depend on nightly retainer wear to keep it in line, so to speak. In fact, I was just recently telling my mom about how noticeable it is if I leave the retainer out for 24 hours or more. The tooth in question moves forward a bit, feels a smidge wiggly (not loose-tooth wiggly, but you know, enough that it doesn't feel like a permanent tooth), and it hurts if I try to bite down on anything substantial.
So, fuck.
I guess my only option now is to call my dentist on Monday. The orthodontist who did my braces and made the retainer retired quite awhile ago--he was ancient when I first started seeing him, and that was when I was 11 or 12--so who knows where all my files/tooth molds/whatever went. My dentist does orthodontics, too, though, and he's familiar with my unusual jaw structure, so hopefully he can hook me up with something. I just hope it doesn't cost an arm and a leg.
Anyway, tonight was fucking obnoxious.
I'd been wanting to go to either Borders or Barnes & Noble for a little while now. I really want to buy this PJ Harvey album, and I wanted to get the most recent issues of Bust and Bitch magazines. I prefer Borders for a multitude of reasons, and I had absolutely nothing to do tonight, so I decided to travel the half-hour it takes to get there, rather than the 15ish minutes it would've taken me to get to B&N.
Well, the parking lot that's directly in front of the outside entrance to Borders is all blocked off for construction on this bullshit expansion project they're doing. (The mall is huge enough as it is, and no one comes to Syracuse, anyway. Hah. I think it's going to end up being a big waste of money.) I was going to park outside of Lord & Taylor and walk through there to get to Borders, but then I was worried that I'd get locked out of that store before Borders closed, and have to find some crazy way out of the place and end up walking for miles because, like I said, the mall is huge. So I decided that Borders was out, and drove back in the direction of B&N. (Thankfully it's right on my way back home, so I didn't waste any more gas than necessary traversing the central New York countryside.)
I went into Barnes & Noble, found my magazines, and went over to the Starbucks cafe counter to get something warm to drink, still being a little chilled on the inside after spending about ten minutes scraping ice and snow and bullshit off my car before I left. (I like the word "bullshit" lately.) Now, I had my retainer in my mouth. It's a tiny little thing because my jaw opening is so small, and it's loosened a bit over the 8ish years that I've had it, so I can't leave it in while I'm talking or else it'll fall out. So I took it out and stuck it in my coat pocket so I could make my order. More on this later.
I sat at one of the tables with a peppermint mocha, and thumbed through the copy of Bust I'd gotten. (I was very excited that they'd moved it to a much more prominent location on the newsstand.) My mom called me wondering where I was, so like a 10-year-old I called her back and told her I was at Barnes & Noble and that they closed at ten, so I wouldn't be home too much later than that. Finished the drink, went to the music section in search of Peej, and was disappointed at their distinct lack of copies of Dry. Paid for my magazines, went back out to my car, pulled my keys out of my pocket, and drove back home.
When I got home, my mom came out to help me in the front door, and I put my keys back in my bag. Fumbling around in my pocket, I found a couple of old receipts, and no retainer. Checked the other pockets. No retainer.
Yes, I'd put the retainer in the same pocket that my keys were in, and forgot about it because lately I always leave it at home when I go out.
So I drove back to Barnes & Noble.
After hobbling around the deserted parking lot for probably about 10-15 minutes, probably looking mighty suspicious, I gave up trying to find the tiny-ass thing in all the slush and snow and puddles and yuck, and left. I got myself a quesadilla at Taco Bell to console myself (hey, I was in the area), and drove back home.
This wouldn't be such a big deal to me at all if I didn't have weird-ass teeth. You see, my left front tooth had a lot of issues in the days of my early adolescence, and I endured three years of orthodontia and a few oral surgeries to get it in its proper place. However after all the fooling around up there, apparently the tooth doesn't have much of a root on it, so I really depend on nightly retainer wear to keep it in line, so to speak. In fact, I was just recently telling my mom about how noticeable it is if I leave the retainer out for 24 hours or more. The tooth in question moves forward a bit, feels a smidge wiggly (not loose-tooth wiggly, but you know, enough that it doesn't feel like a permanent tooth), and it hurts if I try to bite down on anything substantial.
So, fuck.
I guess my only option now is to call my dentist on Monday. The orthodontist who did my braces and made the retainer retired quite awhile ago--he was ancient when I first started seeing him, and that was when I was 11 or 12--so who knows where all my files/tooth molds/whatever went. My dentist does orthodontics, too, though, and he's familiar with my unusual jaw structure, so hopefully he can hook me up with something. I just hope it doesn't cost an arm and a leg.