Monday, June 16, 2003
(note: there will be a separate post on how the musical went. It will probably be tomorrow)
Today I got out of school at 12:45 to go to the orthodontist. I went there, and have only just got back...
I had a fairly interesting time of it. first they took x-rays of my head. Then they took pictures of my teeth. it was painful- they used these plastic lip prod(d?)ing things to s-s-t-r-r-e-e-t-t-c-c-h-h my lips open and shove big, oblong mirrors in the side of my mouth. Then they ( I had a nice lady named heather ) made molds. Oh Joy! First was 2 bottom ones. not so bad, just a weird feeling and plastic-y taste. Then the 2 top ones. On the first one, i kept breathing with my mouth, and therefore kept gagging, and then threw up a little red fluid into my plastc bag (conveniently placed around my neck). After i recovered and got some vile numbing spray, the second one came along. It wasn't bad at all. I kept calm and breathed through my nose. Then about 20,000,000,000 more x-rays came along. Some of them hurt. *boo hoos*
then i came home to find out that my father had purchased a drum kit for my brother. HOW COULD HE?!?!?!?!?!? I mean HE doesn't have to listen to it ALL DAY when HE's trying to practice piano OR do homework OR read OR blog OR listen to music OR TRY to live a decently calm, quiet life without DRUMS in HIS ears 24/7.
there. now that i've screamed my little scream, i wonder when i can learn how to play them... here they come down the stairs...
Today I got out of school at 12:45 to go to the orthodontist. I went there, and have only just got back...
I had a fairly interesting time of it. first they took x-rays of my head. Then they took pictures of my teeth. it was painful- they used these plastic lip prod(d?)ing things to s-s-t-r-r-e-e-t-t-c-c-h-h my lips open and shove big, oblong mirrors in the side of my mouth. Then they ( I had a nice lady named heather ) made molds. Oh Joy! First was 2 bottom ones. not so bad, just a weird feeling and plastic-y taste. Then the 2 top ones. On the first one, i kept breathing with my mouth, and therefore kept gagging, and then threw up a little red fluid into my plastc bag (conveniently placed around my neck). After i recovered and got some vile numbing spray, the second one came along. It wasn't bad at all. I kept calm and breathed through my nose. Then about 20,000,000,000 more x-rays came along. Some of them hurt. *boo hoos*
then i came home to find out that my father had purchased a drum kit for my brother. HOW COULD HE?!?!?!?!?!? I mean HE doesn't have to listen to it ALL DAY when HE's trying to practice piano OR do homework OR read OR blog OR listen to music OR TRY to live a decently calm, quiet life without DRUMS in HIS ears 24/7.
there. now that i've screamed my little scream, i wonder when i can learn how to play them... here they come down the stairs...
