Today...not as planned
Today I carved two, awesome teeth. Then, as I put the finished touches on the second one, a root broke off. I was bummed. So I saved it, and I am going to lute the root back on once I get a chance. I don't have my torch or my waxing instruments here; I left them all at school this time because there is alot of shit to bring back and forth home. I also drew almost all of my deciduous teeth blueprints. I have only two more to go, and they shouldn't be that bad. I freehand them, and they have come out surprisingly symmetrical, which is really hard to pull off on graph paper.
One of my old college buddies called me up tonight. He had been drinking. He said that he was depressed. After a little while, he told me that he was planning on going to Walmart to buy a shotgun to kill himself with. He said that he was just totally displeased with his life. So we talked for several hours about all of his problems, which I tried to tell him weren't really problems, they are just parts of life. You have to just deal with them. Even though things suck alot of the time, you can't let them weigh you down. I know how he feels. Everybody gets down. I mean, he just doesn't feel like he is accomplishing anything. All of his other friends went off to dental school, or grad school, and here he is still living in the town he grew up in. I felt that way too, for a time, when I first graduated from Gonzaga. I felt like I was just wasting time, doing nothing. Alot of interesting things came out. Like what really happened on a few certain nights when we were in college. I thought that this skanky chick that he was talking to one time at the state line was just some chick that he was fooling around with because he was drunk. Then he called her on the way home, and I thought that he was still just fucking around with her. He told me the next day that he called her and told her to not come over once he got home, and of course I believed him because that's what you are supposed to do. I mean, I had no reason to doubt him. Well, it turns out that he fucked her, and then got all unnerved thinking that he might have gotten some STD from her. It was the big truth evening.
He also told me that he wanted to fuck my ex, which isn't really surprising. Not because she was particularly attractive or anything, just because she had already managed to fuck about every other guy in the pacific northwest. And frankly I am surprised she didn't fuck him, because she definitely had the chance to. Uhh. I just got a chill.
So tomorrow I continue preparation for finals week. Then I get to go home and be with my family again, for good this time.
One of my old college buddies called me up tonight. He had been drinking. He said that he was depressed. After a little while, he told me that he was planning on going to Walmart to buy a shotgun to kill himself with. He said that he was just totally displeased with his life. So we talked for several hours about all of his problems, which I tried to tell him weren't really problems, they are just parts of life. You have to just deal with them. Even though things suck alot of the time, you can't let them weigh you down. I know how he feels. Everybody gets down. I mean, he just doesn't feel like he is accomplishing anything. All of his other friends went off to dental school, or grad school, and here he is still living in the town he grew up in. I felt that way too, for a time, when I first graduated from Gonzaga. I felt like I was just wasting time, doing nothing. Alot of interesting things came out. Like what really happened on a few certain nights when we were in college. I thought that this skanky chick that he was talking to one time at the state line was just some chick that he was fooling around with because he was drunk. Then he called her on the way home, and I thought that he was still just fucking around with her. He told me the next day that he called her and told her to not come over once he got home, and of course I believed him because that's what you are supposed to do. I mean, I had no reason to doubt him. Well, it turns out that he fucked her, and then got all unnerved thinking that he might have gotten some STD from her. It was the big truth evening.
He also told me that he wanted to fuck my ex, which isn't really surprising. Not because she was particularly attractive or anything, just because she had already managed to fuck about every other guy in the pacific northwest. And frankly I am surprised she didn't fuck him, because she definitely had the chance to. Uhh. I just got a chill.
So tomorrow I continue preparation for finals week. Then I get to go home and be with my family again, for good this time.