Take the word 'Orthodontist', and smash it with a sledgehammer.
That's right, folks. Orthodontist trip of fun and happiness today! Ah, ha, ha, ha, NO.
My appointment was at 3:30. I went in around 4:00, and left there at 4:15. Gah. Oh, and guess who I had? That's right,
shadow_aura, 'The Perky Lady'! Oh, the joy. Kill me.
Well, apparently a certain SOMEONE hates me, 'cause my brushing's no worse than last time I was there, and the Perky Lady said it was 'absolutely horrible'. My ass. I mean, the woman before - whom is nice and normal - said that I 'could do better', but not like 'OMG TOOTH DESTROYER!!!1!!11!!shifteleven!1!!!'. Get over it, lady, people can't all be perfect like you. ((I'm hoping that you all notice I'm using sarcasm.))
I was also supposed to have my last baby tooth out by today. Guess what? Didn't happen. ((I can only stand so much pain, okay?)) Well, I know I have to get it out, right? Nope, obviously not, 'cause I absolutely need to be told 50 fuckin' times before I left that place. Damned Perky Lady.
Dr. Goldie wasn't that bad, actually. He asked me the standard questions; where was I going this summer, etc. He checked my teeth, blah, blah, blah, same old shit.
So, yeah, my grandparents came with me, while my grandma was the one who had to endure 'The Wrath Happiness of the Perky Lady' ((Hey, I gotta start copyrighting these things)). She then repeated the exact same shit she told me to my grandma, then slapped my shoulder with her glove. That's right, violence. I mean, those gloves hurt! And that glove was in my mouth? Oh come on, you bitch! Lady(C)!
When we came to the counter where they set up appointments and crap, she put her hands on my shoulders and made me repeat what she said (('I need to get that tooth out', and, 'I need to brush better')). I swear, I was SO CLOSE to slapping her, and when she went away, I cracked my knuckles when my fingers twitched. The woman at the counter gave me a look of sympathy. D: It's like that feeling that you really, really want to kick her in the gut, but, unfortunatly, you can't. I want to kill her so much. Oh how I want to kill her. Aura, get your Hammer of Logic(C)! We shall attack at dawn.
Other than that riveting story, nothing else happened today. I stayed in my PJs until 3:00. Played Sims 2 on my GCN, got my second character killed in a fire. The interesting thing is that, even when you're a ghost, you can still move around and stuff. Then you can go see the Grim Reaper whenever you're ready. You can either pay him $100 ((Simoleons)) to bring you back to life ((although why your grave is still there is beyond me)), or challenge him to a fiddle-playing contest. o O I payed 'im. But now I want to play as a ghost, so I'm trying to get killed again, with no avail.
Eh, that's it.
My appointment was at 3:30. I went in around 4:00, and left there at 4:15. Gah. Oh, and guess who I had? That's right,
shadow_aura, 'The Perky Lady'! Oh, the joy. Kill me.
Well, apparently a certain SOMEONE hates me, 'cause my brushing's no worse than last time I was there, and the Perky Lady said it was 'absolutely horrible'. My ass. I mean, the woman before - whom is nice and normal - said that I 'could do better', but not like 'OMG TOOTH DESTROYER!!!1!!11!!shifteleven!1!!!'. Get over it, lady, people can't all be perfect like you. ((I'm hoping that you all notice I'm using sarcasm.))
I was also supposed to have my last baby tooth out by today. Guess what? Didn't happen. ((I can only stand so much pain, okay?)) Well, I know I have to get it out, right? Nope, obviously not, 'cause I absolutely need to be told 50 fuckin' times before I left that place. Damned Perky Lady.
Dr. Goldie wasn't that bad, actually. He asked me the standard questions; where was I going this summer, etc. He checked my teeth, blah, blah, blah, same old shit.
So, yeah, my grandparents came with me, while my grandma was the one who had to endure 'The Wrath Happiness of the Perky Lady' ((Hey, I gotta start copyrighting these things)). She then repeated the exact same shit she told me to my grandma, then slapped my shoulder with her glove. That's right, violence. I mean, those gloves hurt! And that glove was in my mouth? Oh come on, you bitch! Lady(C)!
When we came to the counter where they set up appointments and crap, she put her hands on my shoulders and made me repeat what she said (('I need to get that tooth out', and, 'I need to brush better')). I swear, I was SO CLOSE to slapping her, and when she went away, I cracked my knuckles when my fingers twitched. The woman at the counter gave me a look of sympathy. D: It's like that feeling that you really, really want to kick her in the gut, but, unfortunatly, you can't. I want to kill her so much. Oh how I want to kill her. Aura, get your Hammer of Logic(C)! We shall attack at dawn.
Other than that riveting story, nothing else happened today. I stayed in my PJs until 3:00. Played Sims 2 on my GCN, got my second character killed in a fire. The interesting thing is that, even when you're a ghost, you can still move around and stuff. Then you can go see the Grim Reaper whenever you're ready. You can either pay him $100 ((Simoleons)) to bring you back to life ((although why your grave is still there is beyond me)), or challenge him to a fiddle-playing contest. o O I payed 'im. But now I want to play as a ghost, so I'm trying to get killed again, with no avail.
Eh, that's it.