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crap....stupid thingy locked up on me, so i haven't written....typed...posted....so i haven't [*insert verb here*] in a while. but i sure showed it!....after a couple of days, some major clicking, a lot of typing, and some swearing. HA! I BEAT THE MACHINE! who0t!.........erhm...yeah.....ANYWAY. Renisance Festival next weekend! yes!!!!! i love the Festival, and cannot wait! *bounces on end of seat*
mki, that stupid baby tooth (that i STILL have, along with two others) has finally irked me to the point that i had to try and extract it with pliars [kids don't try this at home]. this was not one of my more brilliant ideas... so after i manage to stop swearing long enough to actually examine it in the mirror, i noticed that my mouth had filled up with blood. enough that when i spat in the sink, i thought it a wonder i hadn't died from blood loss. in times like these, i like to consult a professional. "MOMMY!!!!!!!"
well after she got done yelling at me about my stupidity and how i could have caused serious damage to my mouth and....(right about here i began to tune her out. not intentionally mind, it's instinct.) she looked at it and insisted i drink cold water, then not mess with it so it can dry and clot the blood. i began to doubt her sanity at this point, as most mouths have these little things called "saliva glands" to keep them from drying out. aparently, blood can clot in not-so-dry places after all. i've been lied to all my life....i feel so....lied too. i no longer trust the wisdom of science teachers.
so now i sit here, typing, trying to assure Curi that i don't need his assistance in cleaning the blood from my mouth. never knew the little brat was a cannible. but my ramblings been going on long enough, and my tooth keeps wriggling in my mouth, as if to say "ha ha, i'm still here. you'll never get rid of me! NEVER! *does a little jigg*" in order to keep my sanity, and my tooth, i'm departing for dreamland (kirby here i come!) night folks.
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