Jun 23, 2009 16:11
So yeah. I got the troublesome tooth out. After all the trouble it's cause me over the last few years, compared to the experience of actually getting it removed, I should have had the thing yanked three years ago. Cause getting it out was nothing, compared to the days when it was pushing on my other teeth, or when it got infected and I wouldn't even sleep. Good riddance tooth. Well not totally, I still have it, in a plastic pouch. I have learned though, over the years, that no one wants to see my kept pulled teeth in their plastic pouches, no matter how cool their roots look. Weird.
I feel fine. I felt fine all yesterday too. I faked pain a little so mum would wait on me and let me watch tv all day, but Dad was home today an he wasn't buying it. Luckily, he doesn't care what I do all day, so if I'm sitting there sewing and making more of a mess instead of cleaning shit up like Mum wanted, he doesn't give a shit. So I watched some True Blood and the old transformers movie, and made a mess cutting up bits of red satin.
I felt like sewing, but strangely, I didn't feel like making a costume, or designing something. I just wanted to buy a pattern, and make a nice dress. So I am. I think that this is the first time ever I have used a pattern and not altered it?? I'm not used to using them really. You have to measure yourself to know which size to use. According to the pattern, I am un-proportionally sized because I have no boobs and a fat gut. I mean, I already knew that, but they didn't have to point it out. I want fat zap.
Aha! I remember now, there was one time where I got a pattern and make the dress without altering it. I still have it, I love it.
I'm hungry, but I can eat pretty properly now. I think tomorrow I can eat whatever I want. I also have ice cream. I might have some now.