"OOOh! I'll go to the centrelink website and check out if I'm eligible for a health care card! What an attractive option?! My god, I must go do that right now!"
The only positive thing about procrastinating is that you get a whole lot of previously undersirable tasks delt with. Unfortunately that also means that you get a whole lot of useless things attended to as well, like blogs about procrastinating and bitching about "kid's today!" which is exactly what I'm about to start doing...
As if Barbie wasnt bad enough now we have bratz, angelz and even loveable trolls have been "sexed" up.
There's padded bras for kids in Target and toys in lingere and leather.
This kid reminds me of that billboard for Skyy Vodka, if you don't know the one I mean then you aren't worth explaining it for... hmf!
Yes I'm stressed dammit! I thought my wisdom teeth were coming up because I started to get a dull ache in my jaw which morphed into a supersized pain that felt like I'd swallowed a bear trap. Fortunately for me my mouth was bear-free anyway, but just you bears watch out...
So I went to the dentist and told him that I needed my wisdom chops out ASAP because I didn't want to be sick anywhere near Parklife next weekend. He gave me a "stop diagnosing yourself, I'm the fucking doctor, see my white coat? look" and proceeded to poke all parts of my mouth waiting for me to yelp in pain. He eventually got to the yelping part and guess whaaa? I yelped in the WRONG part. That's right, I failed the wisdom teeth test.
"Your wisdom teeth aren't ready to come out" he told me.
"Have you been unusually stressed?" he enquired?
Yes, yes I have been. Essays, nightmares and scar face taunts have made me quite edgy lately. Apparently I've been grinding my teeth, possibly in my sleep. And now my back teeth are flat and my jaw is overworked and swollen.
"Soft food for a few days, and please try to relax" was the advice from kind Mr Tooth Fairy. Also, I'm not wise enough. I guess I just wanted to be cool like David who's getting his out tomorrow. Good luck Ye Olde:)
So now I'm sitting here with a hot pack on my face and a cup of tea. Maybe I should spend the night with Mr Taylor, yes that would be good for stress.
8 comments:
wow first comment, i really do have no life. svet you're lucky your not getting your wisdoms out...how the hell would you finish your essay otherwise? try sleeping with your mouth open helps me...except it also encourages small undesireable insects to climb in...not a good idea. stress less stress head, will you be stress free by friday? if so wanna catch up for coffee? lmk.
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Bitching about 'kids today'? You truly have grown into an old bat...
Anyways, what I find most disturbing is the kinky bratz doll full of leather and chains. Nothing hotter than a toy that looks like a 2 year old in bdsm gear...
So many topics, so little time.
Or rather.. so many essays due, so many blog entries written instead.
I like your priorities girl!
As lame as this sounds... just think of all the trashy fun we'll have at EC, with essays being wiped from our fragile minds. Not long to go now.
Lucy: Good idea about the mouth open sleeping, but i dont want to encourage any large desirable creatures either!*winkwink
Dean: If I recall, YOU were the old bat bitching about kids who carry teddy bears! Then you proceeded to mow them down in your oldbatmobile! Tsktsk
Stu: Mmmmm mind wiping! Can i have the wet wipes? So refreshing.
I got nothing to say, other than my wisdom teeth removal is fine. Haven't had any painkillers yet. Those who told me this was worth than giving birth must be wusses. I'm sure I'll be hurting later...
David.
So I went to the Skyy vodka site so I'd be cool enough to read your post. But little did I suspect that behind the entry "You must be 21 to enter this site" page there would be girls, drinks, flashing lights.
So thank you Svet, my innocence has been lost forever.
Hey Svetso. I think I've hit the lowest of the low, because I got an email from one of my tutors asking where my essay was...I never knew they cared that much! So now I have this weird feeling, sort of like guilt mixed with complacence. I call it guiltplacence.
Good to know that it's not your wisdom teeth causing you pain. Remember what I told you about bumping and grinding to hard? ;)
Love you like my tutor loves marking essays. xxx
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