(no subject)
Anyway time for an update. I've been decently social lately, followed by a couple shitty weeks of feeling like all manner of blah as my CFS makes me pay for it. I went to Red Star bar like last month found out that my magic happy number for Woodchucks(Alcoholic Cider; Beer tastes like pissssss~) is four. I start to have the outgoing personality I wish I had all the time. Still can only drink while I'm in the right mood, which is a good thing frankly. >_> Hung out with someone I was acquainted with but thought was cool, Wendy, and her roommate. It was an awesome night. They invited me over the next night for dinner, but since I'd stayed out until two the night before I just wasn't up to it, and I haven't gotten an opportunity to hang out with them since. Plus after that, I kept feeling like shit every time Brandon went back to Red Star, which is like once a week, so I hadn't gotten out of the house for several weeks. Then I got to hang out with my friend Jennie. I met her via LiveJournal some time back but didn't get to visit but a time or two. We went to the park, swung on the swings and talked and had icecream. Then went to Barnes and Nobles, went to karaoke that night with her girlfriend Sarah and their friend Kandace. It was a popularity contest really so we cut early and went back to Kandaces house where there was already a nerd filled party going on and we talked about comics and superheros. It was great. I was molested by Kandace, and we didn't leave until like four am. I then pretty much dragged around the house for the next several days drained. Ugh. Visited my uncle for the 4th and he made jambalaya. I was invited out by Jennie and the rest that night but I'd already been out all day so wasn't up to it. I really wanted to go but I would have been reduced to speaking in monosyllables half way through the night. The brain fog and brain fatigue is seriously one of the worst parts. I could deal with the aches and pains by this point. I need to make new plans with Jennie. I really like her and we have a lot in common. A lot of issues in common too and it's so nice to be talking to someone that you just knows what you are saying because they've been there too, a lot less alone. I hope we can get together again soon. My family actually gave me a bit of money so I can treat for lunch or something.
On another note. Brandon and Heather invited me out to see Dark Shadows last night, Paul tagged along too after he decided that he was up for it after he got off work. It was a cute movie. Not OMG awesome, but pretty cute, and good if you keep in mind that it's based off of a old soap opera. It's pretty campy. It is visually very pretty too, like all Tim Burton films. There are a few familiar faces from other Burton films in there, which is nice to see. There were ads for a bunch of other cool films coming out, including another fun Burton film.
Anywho, while there and eating popcorn, first Paul breaks a tooth, then I do. I split 1/4th of the damn tooth. It's still attached but barely. The pressure of my inner cheek was actually causing a kind of suction and pain. I have some temp filling stuff around the area at the moment but it's not going to be able to stay for long. My mom made an appointment for me on Monday. I am going to lose all of my teeth soonish I swear. My teeth are just too brittle. My dad has some kind of hereditary bone degeneration, which apparently I have too. Couple that with the horrible immune system from my CFS and I'm just all kinds of screwed. Still I get to face the dentists judging me for not taking care of my teeth. It doesn't matter how much I care for my teeth, they just rot, build plaque, and break extremely easily. When I was a kid, I lost my baby teeth in shards. Now I'm facing my feelings on having dentures. On the one side, I've always had bad lack of confidence in regard to my smile and teeth because of the color(they are thin) and the horrible overbite, I feel like a horse. So the bonus is I will actually have a pretty mouth, the teeth I wish I had been born with, even if they aren't really my own. On the other hand my overbite is part of what makes me me. It's part of my look, and some see it as an endearing quality. I have difficulty just changing something that permanent. Not to mention that while I may have issues with my teeth, I am vain as fuck and love the shape of my mouth and how it looks on my face. The shape of my mouth and pout is made up by the teeth sitting behind it and the way I've trained my jaw over the years to sit more forward to make up for the horrible overbite. Well, on the plus side, the fact that I'm going to lose all my teeth is just kinda less of an issue then all the rest. I've been kinda resigned to this fate for a while now.
On another note. Brandon and Heather invited me out to see Dark Shadows last night, Paul tagged along too after he decided that he was up for it after he got off work. It was a cute movie. Not OMG awesome, but pretty cute, and good if you keep in mind that it's based off of a old soap opera. It's pretty campy. It is visually very pretty too, like all Tim Burton films. There are a few familiar faces from other Burton films in there, which is nice to see. There were ads for a bunch of other cool films coming out, including another fun Burton film.
Anywho, while there and eating popcorn, first Paul breaks a tooth, then I do. I split 1/4th of the damn tooth. It's still attached but barely. The pressure of my inner cheek was actually causing a kind of suction and pain. I have some temp filling stuff around the area at the moment but it's not going to be able to stay for long. My mom made an appointment for me on Monday. I am going to lose all of my teeth soonish I swear. My teeth are just too brittle. My dad has some kind of hereditary bone degeneration, which apparently I have too. Couple that with the horrible immune system from my CFS and I'm just all kinds of screwed. Still I get to face the dentists judging me for not taking care of my teeth. It doesn't matter how much I care for my teeth, they just rot, build plaque, and break extremely easily. When I was a kid, I lost my baby teeth in shards. Now I'm facing my feelings on having dentures. On the one side, I've always had bad lack of confidence in regard to my smile and teeth because of the color(they are thin) and the horrible overbite, I feel like a horse. So the bonus is I will actually have a pretty mouth, the teeth I wish I had been born with, even if they aren't really my own. On the other hand my overbite is part of what makes me me. It's part of my look, and some see it as an endearing quality. I have difficulty just changing something that permanent. Not to mention that while I may have issues with my teeth, I am vain as fuck and love the shape of my mouth and how it looks on my face. The shape of my mouth and pout is made up by the teeth sitting behind it and the way I've trained my jaw over the years to sit more forward to make up for the horrible overbite. Well, on the plus side, the fact that I'm going to lose all my teeth is just kinda less of an issue then all the rest. I've been kinda resigned to this fate for a while now.