I got my wisdom teeth out Tuesday morning. I was glad to do this, my bottom right tooth had been fucking hurting my face for weeks. The surgery itself didn't seem like that big of a deal. The only thing pissing me off is that I can't eat a fucking cheeseburger. Or anything really that requires chewing. That fucking sucks. Sure I love pudding, jello, ice cream, & mac and cheese. I need some meat, yo! I'm a carnivore for fucks sake and I'm not about to do something gross like blend up some beef. Fortunately, I have vicodin. Lots of it. And a refill that I can go get any time. I also have these giant ice packs that I get to strap to my face because my mouth is super swollen. I can't smoke - which isn't that big of a deal really - I found out that if I put gauze in my mouth over the gross parts that I can smoke weed and not worry about that whole suction-causing-dry-sockets thing. Which is great.
I missed the first day of class today - my jaw really fucking hurt when I woke up and the vicodin didn't kick in enough for me to justify getting my ass up and going.
My dad came up to take care of me yesterday - he says he's leaving today, but he's asleep on my couch. I want him to go. I want Casey to come over after work. Not that they both can't be here - but I don't want to deal with that yet.
Also - I'm going to the beach with Casey and his mom next week. Either this weekend or next weekend. I haven't met a boyfriends mom since freshmen year of highschool. And she didn't like me. Harumph.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Friday, August 1, 2008
Bang! Bang! Bang!
That's what I've been hearing as I play PS3 once again. I took a break after beating (yeah, I said it, beating) GTA4. Then I went to Best Buy, bought Drake's Fortune (or something like that) and I'm shooting people again. Lot's of people. Coming out of GTA where they have this awesome thing called auto-aim and going into Drake's where you have to aim manually and get your ass shot over and over is difficult and stressful, but it's fun solving puzzles again and playing Tomb Raider type shit. And of course staying up til the wee hours of the night playing Playstation is always a wonderful thing.
Casey doesn't smoke pot, and I don't think he plays a lot of video games. The pot thing was a little strange at first, but then I started smoking around him, and it's all good. He's currently hoping to get a job at the Statesmen, where apparently, they test your pee. After that, I plan on reintroducing him to the world of marijuana and video games. It'll be a match made in stoner heaven.
He's also a very picky eater. No fruits. No vegetables. Unless they're pureed. Like baby food. To my knowledge, he does not eat baby food. He will not touch a salad (although I haven't offered him a pureed salad) but will eat the shit out of some salsa. He won't eat an avocado, but he loves guacamole. I don't fucking understand it AT ALL. In fact, I'm intrigued. I love food. All foods that aren't cantaloupe or that haven't touched a cantaloupe (cause that flavor spreads like wild fire and is gross). I also like cooking things with a lot of veggies in it. Fortunately, he is a carnivore, loves queso, spicy food and shit cooked in butter and garlic. I also introduced him to thai food, and he thought that Madam Mam's pad thai was amazing. Duh! Anyway, I can work around this picky eater thing. I'm not that food-shallow.
Anyway, we're wrapping up week 3 in this shiny and new relationship (well, if we're talkin' "official" I guess it's only been a week and a half - but we've been having sex for 3 weeks, so I'm goin' with 3 weeks). Things are good. Really good, actually. It's quite nice to have a boyfriend. It's great to have someone you can regularly sleep with. I'm starting to be able to actually sleep next to him without taking a sleeping pill (kind of a big deal - although it's still not restful sleep). We've been alternating between each others' place. His friends are cool. He thinks my friends are cool. I'm actually introducing him as my boyfriend... Yup. So far so good.
J. called me via Skype last night. He was asking me what's new, I told him about Casey, but very briefly. And then I realized I had nothing else to talk about. Despite all this (and it really does feel like a lot's going on), really, my life is still pretty much the same. Basically I still felt boring on the phone. That could be because I was talking to J. though - my story didn't involve "Yeah, so I just moved to Brazil." Fuckin' attention whore that one is!
I didn't even check my horoscope this time.
Casey doesn't smoke pot, and I don't think he plays a lot of video games. The pot thing was a little strange at first, but then I started smoking around him, and it's all good. He's currently hoping to get a job at the Statesmen, where apparently, they test your pee. After that, I plan on reintroducing him to the world of marijuana and video games. It'll be a match made in stoner heaven.
He's also a very picky eater. No fruits. No vegetables. Unless they're pureed. Like baby food. To my knowledge, he does not eat baby food. He will not touch a salad (although I haven't offered him a pureed salad) but will eat the shit out of some salsa. He won't eat an avocado, but he loves guacamole. I don't fucking understand it AT ALL. In fact, I'm intrigued. I love food. All foods that aren't cantaloupe or that haven't touched a cantaloupe (cause that flavor spreads like wild fire and is gross). I also like cooking things with a lot of veggies in it. Fortunately, he is a carnivore, loves queso, spicy food and shit cooked in butter and garlic. I also introduced him to thai food, and he thought that Madam Mam's pad thai was amazing. Duh! Anyway, I can work around this picky eater thing. I'm not that food-shallow.
Anyway, we're wrapping up week 3 in this shiny and new relationship (well, if we're talkin' "official" I guess it's only been a week and a half - but we've been having sex for 3 weeks, so I'm goin' with 3 weeks). Things are good. Really good, actually. It's quite nice to have a boyfriend. It's great to have someone you can regularly sleep with. I'm starting to be able to actually sleep next to him without taking a sleeping pill (kind of a big deal - although it's still not restful sleep). We've been alternating between each others' place. His friends are cool. He thinks my friends are cool. I'm actually introducing him as my boyfriend... Yup. So far so good.
J. called me via Skype last night. He was asking me what's new, I told him about Casey, but very briefly. And then I realized I had nothing else to talk about. Despite all this (and it really does feel like a lot's going on), really, my life is still pretty much the same. Basically I still felt boring on the phone. That could be because I was talking to J. though - my story didn't involve "Yeah, so I just moved to Brazil." Fuckin' attention whore that one is!
I didn't even check my horoscope this time.
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