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I hate the dentist.
And it's for no good reason, too. Aside from the one nasty time where they had to yank a tooth... and the other nasty time I had to have an impacted tooth removed... I've had no bad experiences.
I hate the brushing. I hate the scraping. I hate the little needle-scapel apparatus of doom.
Hate. Hate. Hate.
No cavities, thought. Yay oral hygiene.
Today we blocked the end of our play, which was basically me leaning into Javier with my arm around his waist and his around my shoulder. Forever. And ever. And running into one another a lot in sheer joy. And then, at the end, Sam created a new scene, which involves an unnecessary wedding scene that I need to change costumes for, and I wind up sitting down next to Marcos, with Javi on his other side, and then Marcos is supposed to hit on me.
No. I am not joking.
In other news, first reports of UF acceptances/rejections have been heard. People I know have been both accepted and rejected- and I was given both hope and mind-crushing agony. I actually was sick when I heard who got rejected.
I might die if I get rejected.
And it's for no good reason, too. Aside from the one nasty time where they had to yank a tooth... and the other nasty time I had to have an impacted tooth removed... I've had no bad experiences.
I hate the brushing. I hate the scraping. I hate the little needle-scapel apparatus of doom.
Hate. Hate. Hate.
No cavities, thought. Yay oral hygiene.
Today we blocked the end of our play, which was basically me leaning into Javier with my arm around his waist and his around my shoulder. Forever. And ever. And running into one another a lot in sheer joy. And then, at the end, Sam created a new scene, which involves an unnecessary wedding scene that I need to change costumes for, and I wind up sitting down next to Marcos, with Javi on his other side, and then Marcos is supposed to hit on me.
No. I am not joking.
In other news, first reports of UF acceptances/rejections have been heard. People I know have been both accepted and rejected- and I was given both hope and mind-crushing agony. I actually was sick when I heard who got rejected.
I might die if I get rejected.