Demotic.
Fuck! I think it must be a combination of hormones and this weird toothache thing I have got going on, but I want to pick fights with everyone. Gah.
My toothache is a bit bizarre. I woke up this morning with the gums directly behind my front teeth- where your tongue hits your two front teeth on the top- was swollen. I get up and move around and realise that my gums all around my right front tooth are swollen and red. Tonight after eating a couple of meals the swelling has spread. Oh joy. Now my right fang is all sore, poor thing must be getting squeezed to death. I'm not happy.
I guess this is proof I need to go to the dentist more often than never.
I just spent the evening with Andrew, Stevan, and this meteorology guy named Jim. I hadn't ever spent much time with him but good god, he has completely opposite views on things than me. I found him impossible to talk to, but he and Stevan debated everything. I was so sick of it, I just wanted to do my homework. We finally left about forty minutes ago and I did more work in that half hour than I did the whole time I was with them. Lame.
I still haven't finished this assignment from geo lab that was due last week. I think I'll just admit to Colin afterward that I have no fucking clue and I need help. Or turn something in and not care. I mean, it is geo after all. What do I honestly care?
I miss everyone I haven't seen today. I miss Ontinia, and Anne, and Brett, and my dad and mum, and Diana, Anna, Kathleen, Brian, Jimmy, Julie, Lola, Ashley, Mark, Bybee, my brothers, everyone.
Yeah, I am pretty hormonal. I think I'll get an ice pack and go to bed.
Demotic:
1. Of or pertaining to the common people; popular.
2. Of or pertaining to the ordinary, everyday, current form of a language; vernacular.
3. Of, pertaining to, or noting the simplified form of hieratic writing used in ancient Egypt between 700 b.c. and a.d. 500.
My toothache is a bit bizarre. I woke up this morning with the gums directly behind my front teeth- where your tongue hits your two front teeth on the top- was swollen. I get up and move around and realise that my gums all around my right front tooth are swollen and red. Tonight after eating a couple of meals the swelling has spread. Oh joy. Now my right fang is all sore, poor thing must be getting squeezed to death. I'm not happy.
I guess this is proof I need to go to the dentist more often than never.
I just spent the evening with Andrew, Stevan, and this meteorology guy named Jim. I hadn't ever spent much time with him but good god, he has completely opposite views on things than me. I found him impossible to talk to, but he and Stevan debated everything. I was so sick of it, I just wanted to do my homework. We finally left about forty minutes ago and I did more work in that half hour than I did the whole time I was with them. Lame.
I still haven't finished this assignment from geo lab that was due last week. I think I'll just admit to Colin afterward that I have no fucking clue and I need help. Or turn something in and not care. I mean, it is geo after all. What do I honestly care?
I miss everyone I haven't seen today. I miss Ontinia, and Anne, and Brett, and my dad and mum, and Diana, Anna, Kathleen, Brian, Jimmy, Julie, Lola, Ashley, Mark, Bybee, my brothers, everyone.
Yeah, I am pretty hormonal. I think I'll get an ice pack and go to bed.
Demotic:
1. Of or pertaining to the common people; popular.
2. Of or pertaining to the ordinary, everyday, current form of a language; vernacular.
3. Of, pertaining to, or noting the simplified form of hieratic writing used in ancient Egypt between 700 b.c. and a.d. 500.