I hate going to the dentist.
Like, I walk in and that very distinctive smell immediately puts me on edge. You know the one. I'm pretty sure it's the toot polish smell. Tooth polish, fluoride, and sanitizer... ugh.
Anyway, I had to go get my teeth cleaned today. And while my teeth are spectacularly clean, they're also quite sore. I cannot cannot cannot stand those little metal poky things they use to scrape stuff off of your teeth. I think I might actually have a mild phobia. I sit there, and the hygienist is constantly saying, "Relax your jaw." "Loosen your lip muscles for me." "Open a little bit wider for me." "Relax these muscles."
And I try. I really do try. But it's SOOOOOOO unpleasant.
My senior recital is a month from today.
Yikes. I'm actually pretty nervous.
My dad got this book called "Stuff White People Like" for his birthday.
It's great. There's a blog, too...
The author teaches (taught?) at the University of Indiana... it seems like the school I'm not going to is following me.
Well, they'd better look out for me when grad school rolls around. I'll show them.
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