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Teeth Points

15 Jun

So right now, everything pales in comparison to my teeth. Specifically my RHS bottom wisdom tooth, it’s causing me more paint than I thought was possible. I don’t know if it’s infected, or just really shoving all my other teeth or, because of its position, whether it’s just really growing into my cheek, but it hurts like shit. It hurts to talk, swallow, chew, open my mouth, sleep, move and exist. I actually think how I will feel post-op will be a joy compared to how I feel right now.

In just two sleeps, I’ll be the proud owner of four less teeth. Not really “teeth” as such, since they are all growing sideways and don’t do anything my other teeth do, a couple of them have smashed up against other molars, trapping little germs and causing decay which has broken them so they are jagged and sharp and growing into my cheeks. It’s entirely my own fault that this is happening since I’m a massive sissy who has actively avoided dealing with having them removed until now.

They just called to move my appointment forward (YAY!) so that is very awesome. I’m spending the weekend with El Photog who will have the pleasure of listening to me moan in pain, feeding me baby food and otherwise being an epic shit with a sore mouth.

Yeah, I don’t know what else to say. I’m getting a haircut tomorrow in a vain attempt to having something going for me on Friday when I have the opening of the exhibition I’m in. I might be swollen and a little bloody and starting to bruise, but I will have great hair (it’s all about the details).

Catch you on the flip side! (With fewer teeth!) If you’re lucky, I might do one of those birth story type posts, where I explain my medical procedure in graphic detail. I fear it will be “So I got admitted, then they gave me this big fuck off needle and the next thing I remember I was awake and had four less teeth” but that’s still a fun story!

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Quick Dots

10 Mar
  • There was a pair of underpants on the floor of my lecture theatre this morning. Girl underpants. Worn ones, I could tell because they were kinda rolled up like they get when you take them off. I’ve thought about them most of the day (is there any way I can say that without sounding like a total fucking nutter??) I just wonder if they’d fallen out the bottom of someone’s jeans, caught up in the leg from last time they were worn and wriggled their way out during the lecture. Did someone realise you could see them through a white skirt or dress and shimmy out of them? Or, most horrifyingly, was someone getting busy in a lecture?? Lectures aren’t that dark, and there is someone standing up there talking on a microphone and considering they were in the fixth or sith row, that’s pretty fucking close to the front. Not to mention to 500 or so other people in the theatre and the fact they RECORD THAT SHIT. Nothing says romance like incredibly public sex…
  • I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned it, but I am off chocolate at the moment. Since the start of the month, in fact. I haven’t even cheated! It has been incredibly difficult, chocolate is second only to air in my life, so not eating it has been a pretty big deal. For the first couple of days I would have licked it from underneath someone’s fingernails but now it’s easing off and becoming a bit more manageable. I am knee deep in wicked PMS at the moment and I still haven’t eaten it. I really do have an addiction, I am not sure if I will be able to eat it again. Like how alcoholics can’t just have one drink at a party, I don’t think I can just be a casual chocolate eater, so the healthier option is just not to eat it at all.
  • I have at least one piece of assessment due each week between now and the end of semester. For those playing at home, that’s a fuck load of assessment. They are mostly little shitty bits but they aren’t so small it’s worth not doing, so it’s just enough to bump up the stress levels and add that extra bit of pressure.  Awesome!

All Filler, No Killer

5 Mar
  • I know, I know, this is not quality blogging by any stretch of the imagination. Let’s go ahead and assume that I’m a once a week blogger now.  I’ll give you a big update about everything and then maybe next time it will be more exciting…or not. It could go either way…
  • Second week of uni is almost over. I’ve got a piece of assessment due today,  a couple of things due next week and then it’s fairly steady for the rest of the semester. Crazy, no? Turns out double degrees are a bit of work. If I had to choose, I prefer Business faculty over Creative Industries. Business gets shit done, the websites for each subject are well padded with readings and lecture notes and things and C.I. subjects have few to no readings, no lecture notes, nothing. It’s frustrating. Because of work I can’t make my C.I. lectures, one is podcast which is tops but the other (ironically, for a Film and TV subject) isn’t filmed/podcast nor do they even put up lecture notes. Three out of four subjects being fairly reasonably isn’t so bad, I guess?
  • So, work. I don’t love it. It was good when I didn’t have uni…or Grace…and my business wasn’t so busy but now, it’s long and inflexible. A couple of weeks ago I gave noticed and the dude I worked with convinced me not to and that we can swap days or drop down to one day, then when I mentioned it earlier in the week he told me it wasn’t possible. Dude, really, it was your fucking suggestion. I want to stop working there. I don’t want to start getting behind with uni when it’s only first semester, first year. My business is picking up and I don’t want to start turning away customers for the sake of working at someone else’s business and I am busy with writing. I’d like to be paid to write one day so that means doing a whole lot of unpaid writing until someone thinks I’m good enough to be paid, not to mention the fact I really like to do it. I will still have to do some work to supplement my income, but I’d prefer to just do a day or two of casual teaching which will be better money and far more flexible.
  • Friends and other peeps? I don’t forecast meeting uni friends this semester. I’ve had all but one of my tutes so far – in two of the three I am the oldest person and in one I am the second oldest person. I don’t mean like six months older than the other peeps either, I mean of the thirty kids in a tute, twenty five of them are fresh outta high school, four have done a  year of something else at Uni or TAFE and the one is me.  It’s fabulous feeling like the crypt keeper every time I venture onto campus. It’s funny to see which kids won’t be around by week six. While most of them are very, very young a few of them have realised that uni is actually a bit hard so it’s worth buying textbooks and not just coming to campus to piss around and have coffees and pretend to be an adult. Constrast this to the giggly twits who wear messy buns, denim hotpants and didn’t know there was essential readings for the class on the subject website. It really makes you wonder what gross administrative error resulted in their enrolment because God knows they do a very nice job of appearing to be as smart as a box of hair. I’m all for being a bit slack at uni, but there is a difference between putting in an 73% effort when you know you could probably do better and just really showing up purely to fuck around and meet “hot guys”.
  • LOL, I just realised I missed the “other peeps” part, but that’s because there are no other peeps. No one on my radar. Miss Jones will possibly be back at the end of the month so that will be weird. Not bad weird, just weird because I am so used to her being gone now so it would be weird if she was around. Dish is still not interested or unavailable or whatever you wanna call it, so nothing there. I am over the single thing again. I don’t have the time or energy to pursue anyone or anything so, fuck it all. I’d rather like a partner in crime again, but what are you gonna do, right? My horoscope for this month makes it sound like each day is bubbling with romantic possibilities and the party I am going to tonight was the same party I first met Miss Jones at last year, so I suppose you just never know.
  • I think that is all for now?  If anything exceptional happens tonight, I promise a weekend update but if no update you can go ahead and assume the ordinariness continued. Stay cool, chickens. Catch you in a week.

All Filler, No Killer

4 Feb
  • I have officially killed my first mobile. Generally I replace phones because I am bored with them, but this morning when I got a new phone, it was because I kinda needed one (or as much as a person can need a phone anyways). I dropped it at work on Monday and it literally smashed into pieces. I put it back together but during calls now if it’s not dropping out, it’s making a loud hissing noise. It also doesn’t get some texts, delivers them six hours late or doesn’t send texts right away once I hit send on my end. My new phone is a Nokia E72, it does cool shit but doesn’t slide around, which I assume will be helpful in not having it break super quickly. I also now get email on my phone and there is FB too. Z.O.M.F.G.
  • Dish and I went out for dinner last night, and it was totally awesome. We didn’t go anywhere outstanding but we just had really long chats about everything, so it was fantastic. I won’t explain it, because it will be incredibly long and probably won’t make a lot of sense unless you know me fairly well, but she kinda cut through some of my bullshit which I really respect. A lot of people kind of let me just be dismissive and that won’t fly with her so I actually have to confront things. It’s uncomfortable for me to do, but ultimately far better for me to actually deal with things than pretend everything is ok. It was really, really good and I so appreciate her doing it. She is a really, really good person. She has so much integrity and is just super trustworthy. I always tend to assume I’ll be fucked over by people, unless they are in my very select group of people who I am cool with, but Dish is becoming one of those people. She has never given me any reason to think differently, I like that.
  • What is the go with today? It was almost cool on Monday but now it’s back to being disgustingly hot and humid. Queensland, really, it’s your last month of summer, traditionally things start cooling down just a touch to prepare for Autumn. Just a thought?
  • I should think about sorting out textbooks….I should also check what date uni actually goes back. I know it’s late Feburary, but I really couldn’t say for sure exactly when. Clearly very little has changed since I was last an undergrad. I do have a cool pencil case and two cool notebooks though, so you know, priorities.
  • There is a dude mowing our lawn right now. Freshly cut grass in summer has to be one of the best smells ever. I also really like the smell of ripe mangoes, and, more interestingly tinsel and chocolate and foil (like the way Easter Eggs smell, yumm!). Speaking of Easter, I’ve also come to realise that my Creme Egg addiction is actually a problem because I am not in control of it. If you put me in a room with a pile of Creme Eggs and left me to it, I can say without hesitation I would literally eat them until I fell into a diabetic coma and died. As much as I love them, they make my teeth hurt from being so sweet and give me a headache, but you can bet I don’t let that slow me down. There are very few things I wouldn’t do for a Creme Egg, if you could inject that gooey middle stuff, I’d have an IV strapped to me.

Stealing From Blind Kids

31 Jan

That’s a title from Dish, by the way. She told me she saw a student with a cute Hello Kitty hairclip the other day and she wanted to pinch it for me. (She didn’t just for the record, nor would she actually do it, I tend to avoid hanging out with petty criminals where I can).

Five minutes ago, I cracked the shits. With myself. I’ve got bags under my eyes, my skin is absolute shit, I feel really fat and gross and ALL of that is entirely my own fault. Since early December I’ve been fancying myself as a bit of a rockstar and have been eating, drinking, doing and spending whatever the fuck I wanted and it’s all caught up with me.

I hate having bad skin. I hate it so, so, so much! My skin is usually great, I am a confirmed soap and water girl but despite that, it’s always pretty fantastic. Right now I have blemishes and it’s just not looking good so obviously what I am putting in my skin is crap since I’m not treating the outside any differently. Anyway, I have made some plans for Feburary:

  • No more than a couple of glasses a wine per week! I’ve been drinking far too much and far too often, which leads to hangovers, which leads to hasbrowns, sooo….
  • No fast food. If I’m not hungover, I won’t need Maccas. Any other times I can avoid fast food without too much trouble, but if I’m hungover there are few things I wouldn’t do for Maccas. Not cool.
  • Three salads a week. Despite being a vege, I have been particularly crap at the actual eating of veges lately. Toast has again crept in as a major food group which is neither a proper meal nor nutrititionally sound. I eat toast because it’s easy and quick. I had lunch today at Gloria Jeans and it was a skinny Chai Latte and a piece of rasin toast. Grown ups should not eat like that.

I am not overly concerned by the amount of sleep I get. Overall it’s quite resonable and I generally get more sleep than I probably require so now I’m just getting the lower end of a normal amount of sleep, so it’s not like I’m the walking dead quite yet. I don’t really want to go out any less if there are cool things to go to, so that is all good. Spending, well, that’s probably always something I could do less of. My bills get paid, so that is important but I am pretty keen to make it to Japan in September, so that will mean far less spending and far more penny pinching…but that’s another post for another day.

A scoop from the Dish

25 Jan

Everytime I see her, which is kind of a bunch [which I kind of really like], Dish tells me to put something on the blog. Either something we’ve done or said or seen, which is awesome and makes blogging far more interesting for both you and I. I’ve decided to dedicate a little post every now and then to her most recent blog urgings.

  • So, the first time we kissed we were at a bar and there was karaoke on [80s karaoke, to be fair!]. While we were kissing I said “God, I love this song”. I didn’t really think anything of it at the time [It was an 80s song! I would be a traitor if I did not proclaim my love of 80s music whenever I hear a great song] but now Dish has taken to asking me if I like this song everytime we kiss. It’s funny, and for the record I have since been indifferent to most every song that has been played during more recent PashFests so I maintain it was an awesome song.
  • K, so that was my silly fan girl 80s music story, but Dish <3’s Lady Gaga. Like in that way. I am not a dancer, as most of you will know, I don’t like dancing – it makes me feel like a bit of a tool and I just don’t like drawing attention to myself. Dish and her Best will hear Gaga being played and immediate dump their drinks/bags and go dance. It’s super cute, I even kinda like being a Lady Gaga widow for a few minutes every once in a while during a night out, I like peeps who really love stuff.
  • There was something else today I was meant to blog, but I don’t recall it right now. Dish came and visited me at work, and I know where she was sitting when she told me what I had to blog, but I don’t remember what it is. I went to collect my bag when it was time to shut up shop and there was a little note stuck to it that she had left for me. It was the sweetest thing ever! We also did a bit of saying goodbye, which was awesome and definately lead to one of the best days at work ever! It’s kinda great to work alone in a quiet shop 😀

Good Stuff

23 Jan

Can I just say that Thursday and Friday have both been really awesome days.

Thursday was a pupil free day for Dish, so she headed to school and I entertained myself without having our usual constant SMS conversation that occurs during every waking moment. I was super productive and drove into the city to dash to an army disposal store. (Did you know how fucking few of those bitches are around anymore?? Driving into the city during peak hour and paying for parking was the path of least resistence in going to an army disposal store, how mad is that??) After the city I went to my favourite cupcake place (the same place who never called me back *heartbroken*) and grabbed some cupcake for D’Mummy and a treat for Dish, then I  went to my tattoo shop for some quality inking time.

Three and a half hours later and we’ve got it colored but there is still some little bits to add in as well as the backgrounds. I think we’re working on another 3 or so hour session to get it done and dusted. I reckon the shading was less painful than the outlining, but today I am starting to grow some super attractive purple brusing. It’s sexy. Last night night I went out and a bunch of people complimented it (they also were fond of hitting my arm in conversation forgetting it was fresh or just touching the tattoos and being weird).

Can I just say, it’s poor form to touch someone else’s tattoos. Obviously, I have heaps of people who I’d let lick my tattoos if they so desired, but if I don’t know you please don’t come up and touch, it’s just a bit creepy. I don’t come up and fondle your skin, so just because mine is tattooed doesn’t make it ok. It’s still my skin. (If you’re thinking “ZOMG, I’ve touched it, she means me”, I don’t. If we are even merely FB friends it’s ok if you touch it, I more mean random people at shops and stuff. Middle ages ladies are the worst, in my experiences.)

So post tattoo I caught up for an “After First Day Back” debrief  with Dish and we unwrapped my arm together in the car. As a non-tattooed kind I was worried I lost her a couple of times when she felt how hot it was through the cling wrap, when I mentioned the seeping blood that had collected in the folds of the cling wrap and how it was all weird looking with the excess ink and stuff but generally she took it like a trooper. I did ask before wrapping it, I’m not all bad! that night I slept pretty well but woke up and had to peel my shirt off the fresh ink it had stuck to which is always a lovely thing to do.

Friday I made a bunch of brooches and had a bit of a disco nap because I didn’t sleep super well the night before. Met Dish for coffee after school and made our evening plans. She had to go do stuff and I came home and ate dinner and dicked around until I headed out. Going out Friday night is becoming a bit of a habit now, each week Dish and I assure ourselves it’s not gonna be a big night and that we’ll be home at a reasonable hour and each week we head home as the sun is starting to make an appearance. Last night was no exception. It was a little exceptional in the fact that I didn’t have quite the collection of friends I normally have on Friday nights so we had more time to…do other stuff. PashFest 2010 was definately a highlight of recent weeks. Dish is lovely and always smells pretty, I like her 🙂

Tonight? I am having a quiet one. Dish is camping with a friend and I am more than happy to have a nothing night at home. Tomorrow night we are going out to see MacHomer and I believe dinner was mentioned with Dish’s best and his partner, so it’ll be a bit of a double date, weeee!

Things are good, peeps. I know everything is temporary and that Dish is still going in a while, but for now, I’ll take it 😀