A little bit of this, A little bit of that

Well, nothing real exciting has been happening to me lately, but I figured I was still way behind on my blog posting.

I DID go and see High School Musical 3 last Friday, with Hannah and some other friends. Not gonna lie, I enjoyed it. Of course, the snark did escape now and again. Aaaand some other stuff too. For instance:

*Zac Efron faces away from the camera and takes his shirt off*
Me: Turn around, Zac!
Hannah: Yeah!
Me: Don't stop!
*He puts another shirt on*
Both: Awwww.
Me: Zac, why must you tease us so?
Hannah: TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF!!!
*a pause*
Hannah: Okay, that was inappropriate.

And we did take some time to make fun of the more hideous dresses in the prom scene.

I am such a multi-tasker. I am typing a blog AND watching Dexter at the same time. I've only just started watching the show, but I figured hey, I'm already rather enamored with ONE serial killer....It's a pretty interesting show so far. Not as good as HEROES!!!!!!!!!! Naturally. And I cannot WAIT for the huge nerd-fest that Aunt Cheri, Liz and I have planned for when I'm there in January. We're going to buy shirts, and make shirts....

Aunt Cheri--I'm thinking a good one for you might say something like "Remember when Peter was a nurse?.....Yeah, me neither."
Or something with a picture of Peter in his scrubs that says "Nurses--the REAL Heroes."
Am I right?

In other news: I get to see my girls tomorrow, YAY!!!!!!!!!!! I miss those little brats so much. Oh, and Jeremy will be there too. I will make sure to take LOTS of pictures of us all in our Halloween finery and post them to Facebook. My Toad outfit is going to be AWESOME.

Time goes by so fast here...I wake up sometimes thinking that it surely can't be past September, and yet here I am, on the verge of a new November. And I have a sneaking suspicion that it's only going to get worse. In some ways, it's nice. It means that I never have to wait long for something that I'm looking forward to---time just speeds me right to it. But then it's over before I've even taken the chance to breathe it in. Scary.
Although, it does remind me of one of my favorite quotes: (Liz, I believe this was you:)
"I hate time and how it...passes." Deep, girl. Real deep.

In less melodramtic news....Jeremy puts up with a lot from me. Case in point: I just recently realized that I send him the most random texts. The other day, this is what he gets:

12:02 a.m.: "I swear, the squirells here are just the fattest, cutest things you have ever seen."

12:04 a.m. "I want one."

12:06: "But one that would, like, ride around on my shoulder and whisper its squirrelly secrets into my ear."

12:07 "I would name him Jasper, since you are determined to never let me name a child that."

12:08: "So, you know, my birthday is coming up. Just something to think about. An anthropormorphic squirell would be much appreciated."

12:10 "Oh, and he needs to be trained to follow my orders."

After all of that, here is the response I get:

"Okay. Will see what I can do."

He's a good guy. And I am SO weird.

And that's all for today folks, be sure to tune into Station ADD whenever you feel like you just can't focus on one topic at a time.

Waterboarding? That's for amateurs. Try a root canal.

For songs, etc, of the moment, refer to previous blog.

So...just got back from my root canal. It was...an experience. I feel fine now, but the numbing hasn't worn off yet, so we'll see how it goes when the delightful non-feeling goes away.

It was a little bit like a Saw-inspired torture session. First, some sort of wedge was crammed into my mouth to keep it open, then a stretchy fabric was stretched over and clamped to face. (To keep the scraped bits of my tooth from falling down my open throat. Charming.) Paste was smeared across my gums, followed by a needle shoved up there. Then, the REAL work began. See, according to my dentist, MY root canal was going to be very difficult, probably the hardest he's ever done, due to the strange curvature of that particular tooth. Way to be different, teeth. Awesome. So that meant a lot of the instruments had to be oddly twisted, thereby jamming themselves awkwardly against the lower, non-numb part of my jaw. All of the this was, of course, lovingly accompanied by the worst sound in the world:

The sound of metal scraping against your teeth. AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!! That is the WORST! Plus the air-spray thinger that sounds disturbingly similar to a small propane torch.

And just when I thought it was almost over, then it was time to seal the root. Which is done with, essentially, a heat gun. Which burned the corner of my lip. Sadness.

But then it was over, and now I am back in dorm, getting ready for my pledge retreat. Excitement!

Also: Thank you Mom, for the Ramen noodles, cereal, and bowls!! I REALLY want to eat some Ramen noodles right now, but I'm afraid that they will dribble very un-classily out of the numb side of my mouth.

Also also: Now, when I smile, my face twists into something resembling a very painful grimace. That's unfortunate.

Short but Satisfying

First:

Video of the Moment (Warning: language not suitable for work or small children)

Song of the Moment (from their new album...squeeeee!)

Other Song of the Moment (Incidentally, Leonard Nimoy does a version of this song as well. Hahahahahaha. Although...not as bad as Shatner. Nobody is as bad as Shatner.)

Quote of the Moment: "Yeah, I've pretty much come to grips with being a pedophile." --my darling roommate, Kelli.

So tomorrow...I get a root canal. Oh, and not just a root canal, no, that would be too easy. I'm also getting fillings AT THE SAME TIME. ON THE SAME SIDE OF MY MOUTH. Sympathy is accepted.

And a few hours after said dental work, I'm going to my first pledge retreat for Sigma Phi Lambda, the Christian sorority that I've joined. Fun! Sure, I'll be drooly, and drugged up, and unable to smile properly for awhile....but hey, I'll be entertaining, right? Even if I probably won't remember much of it.

In other news...I got a surprise today. My awesome bf Jeremy sent me flowers. !!!!!!! It's four purplish pink roses in a vase with lots of fou-fou green stuff. It made me very excited! What a sweetie he is.

Not much else to report, actually...except that I had a weird dream last night that Boxer Guy from my hallway (named due to his proclivity to wander the hall in naught but his plaid boxer shorts) gave me a piggy-back ride. It was...odd.

Okay...lame entry, I know. I'll try to make the next one better.

-Ree