Novocaine for the soul, you'd better give me something to fill the hole
So I went to the dentist a week or two ago. Just a standard, run-of-th-mill cleaning and check up. "We'll take some X-rays, since you haven't had any in a while", said the dentist. When she came back from developing the X-rays, she started conversing, and in the course of the conversation, I said "I'm pretty lucky, I've never had braces or cavities or anything." She gave me a smug smile and said "Well, your luck has run out." Pride comes before the fall. It turns out I have several tiny cavities between my teeth, due to lack of appropriate (read: any) flossing. Also, one of my baby teeth hung on and the permanent tooth came up under it, making me, as the dentist said, "A very interesting person. Dentally."
So I just got back from getting two fillings. It wasn't too bad, the novocaine did its job. There were some of those uncomfortable chills you get when you bite down on a sensitive tooth, but pretty much painless. Long and tedious, but fairly painless. And even better, the novocaine is not making my gums feel like they extend out 5 miles, which it usually does. My top lip veers to the side, away from the novocained part, when I close my mouth, which is slightly weird but not bad. They asked me which type of filling I wanted, silver or white (white is more expensive, silver contains mercury). I hadn't thought about it before. So I called my parents, but they didn't pick up. And remembering Chris Pappa's senior thesis, I opted for white fillings. The idea of inserting a highly toxic metal into my teeth didn't appeal to me, anyway.
Now my teeth are not all natural. It's tragic, really. Now I know how 99% of female models feel. Not the anorexia, the fake boobs. I mean teeth. My boobs are all natural, baby.
In other news, there isn't much other news. I think I am seriously addicted to a certain computer game that shall go unnamed to avoid embarassment. Seriously. I have spent a ridiculous amount of time playing [CENSORED]. Hopefully going back to school will stop that, what with the INTENSE 3 WEEKS OF URINETOWN REHEARSALS (which I have done shamefully little preparation for, as I suck at life) and classes and NEW RUSH/SOC SEASON. So here's to that. If I end up shutting myself up in my room for days on end, a la first semester of freshman year, I hope Wes people will light a fire under my ass (not literally, Prometheus people). Unfortunately, I will no longer have Heather to get me out, though. It's tragic. She and several other people are abandoning me to go to Europe, selfish bastards. Judith also left, which makes me sad. We had a nice goodbye-breakfast the day she left, though, me, her, and TomGor, and that was nice (although I feel kind of bad, because I think it was meant just so she could see Tom before she left, and I was invited only because I don't drive). I only got to know her for one semester, it's not fair.
Also, I did the super-creepy-sketchy thing and visited BUA a couple of times (and also saw them perform The Diary of Anne Frank, which was FANTASTIC(K)). Now with extra sketchy, due to the slowly-progressing beard. Man, I can't wait to shave this damn thing off and have a smooth chin once again.
So, uh, that's it. My life is even less exciting than my Livejournal, it's sad. And that's saying something. Now I've updated, Curry, I hope you're happy.
EDIT: I would just like to laugh at the almost scarily appropriate subject line for the email newsletter I got from They Might Be Giants:
IT'S FOR URINETOWN, DAMN IT
So I just got back from getting two fillings. It wasn't too bad, the novocaine did its job. There were some of those uncomfortable chills you get when you bite down on a sensitive tooth, but pretty much painless. Long and tedious, but fairly painless. And even better, the novocaine is not making my gums feel like they extend out 5 miles, which it usually does. My top lip veers to the side, away from the novocained part, when I close my mouth, which is slightly weird but not bad. They asked me which type of filling I wanted, silver or white (white is more expensive, silver contains mercury). I hadn't thought about it before. So I called my parents, but they didn't pick up. And remembering Chris Pappa's senior thesis, I opted for white fillings. The idea of inserting a highly toxic metal into my teeth didn't appeal to me, anyway.
Now my teeth are not all natural. It's tragic, really. Now I know how 99% of female models feel. Not the anorexia, the fake boobs. I mean teeth. My boobs are all natural, baby.
In other news, there isn't much other news. I think I am seriously addicted to a certain computer game that shall go unnamed to avoid embarassment. Seriously. I have spent a ridiculous amount of time playing [CENSORED]. Hopefully going back to school will stop that, what with the INTENSE 3 WEEKS OF URINETOWN REHEARSALS (which I have done shamefully little preparation for, as I suck at life) and classes and NEW RUSH/SOC SEASON. So here's to that. If I end up shutting myself up in my room for days on end, a la first semester of freshman year, I hope Wes people will light a fire under my ass (not literally, Prometheus people). Unfortunately, I will no longer have Heather to get me out, though. It's tragic. She and several other people are abandoning me to go to Europe, selfish bastards. Judith also left, which makes me sad. We had a nice goodbye-breakfast the day she left, though, me, her, and TomGor, and that was nice (although I feel kind of bad, because I think it was meant just so she could see Tom before she left, and I was invited only because I don't drive). I only got to know her for one semester, it's not fair.
Also, I did the super-creepy-sketchy thing and visited BUA a couple of times (and also saw them perform The Diary of Anne Frank, which was FANTASTIC(K)). Now with extra sketchy, due to the slowly-progressing beard. Man, I can't wait to shave this damn thing off and have a smooth chin once again.
So, uh, that's it. My life is even less exciting than my Livejournal, it's sad. And that's saying something. Now I've updated, Curry, I hope you're happy.
EDIT: I would just like to laugh at the almost scarily appropriate subject line for the email newsletter I got from They Might Be Giants:
IT'S FOR URINETOWN, DAMN IT