My fucking teeth hurt. Yeah, I couldn't pass the fuck out because my wisdom teeth are crashing the party when the guest list in my mouth is limited to the teeth I already have. Mother fucking shit. It hurts. I'm supposed to get them taken out on the 29th, but that is only if I get clearance from my cardiologist. Apparently my heart isn't exactly normal or something, and there could be complications with putting me under, meaning I could accidentally get put down. Surgereeks!
I still feel sick from a couple weeks ago, not as bad though. My throat still hurts a little. Hope it's nothing serious. Hmm. Yeah.
I'm working on a final paper for theatre history. It's kind of a joke.
What else? What else?
Oh! Missed chances! Woe!
Although I do love winter, I can't wait for warmer weather so I can ride my bike downtown late at night without a million layers on. Ah, I miss that. I also miss dancing on tables. That will be remedied.
I turn 21 next month. I don't really know if it's going to change anything. We'll see. I'm having a big party. That should be fun. Don't really have any details planned out about it.
I'm growing a certain distaste for the behavior of some people. I don't know why some people try so hard. CHILL.
I had a dream that I was babysitting myself at the age of three. It was weird. I'll go into that some other time.
I am so addicted to streetbonersandtvcarnage.com. Their radio stuff is so insanely legit. I want to pump it in my veins. I want to eat it, poop it out, and fertilize a garden with it. That is how good it is. Trust me.
Okay, so I'm ready peace out of here. I say that a lot. I mean it. I want to move so bad! Ah, in due time. Hopefully everything goes as planned, and I can graduate next winter. I must get out of here. College is swell and all, but I think I'm over it.
Good morning and goodbye.
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