Wisdom Teeth

So on Friday I got my wisdom teeth out. I was scared for my life, at least the first time I went in (and the doctor wasnt there, so I had to leave and come back another day). It actually wasnt as bad as I thought it would be. Three of my teeth feel absolutely fine, like nothing even happened to them, and one is really sore. I'm kinda worried about dry socket, but I read that ony 3-5% of people with extractions get dry socket. So hopefully I'm not one of them. But I guess on that tooth, they had to go in and take out a bunch of bone and cut through tooth and stuff, so it makes sense that that one hurts more than the other ones. It's just frustrating cuz I'm soooo ready to eat real food, and I feel like I could, if not for this one hole that hurts like a bitch. And obviously it's only been three days, so I couldnt really eat much of anything anyway. It's just soooo frustrating for me cuz I HATE sitting inside and I HATE not being able to do what I want and eat what I want, and I can't, and it's driving me nuts. It's like, all I want is a salad. But I can't have one. And if i could have one, then I probably wouldnt want one. But i cant have one, so I want it. NOW.
My anatomy class is going to kill me, so I should go and work on it. Peace out.

Back to School!

So we're back at school. YUCK. My Mondays and Wednesdays are killer, along with this kicking headache I'm currently having from my wisdom teeth. I was supposed to get them out last Wednesday, and the doctor didnt show, along with a bunch of other issues, so now I have one more week left to wait until I can rip them out. I hate them, they hurt so bad. And to top that off, my bf is going to be down in the cities with his ex (h.b.) for her birthday when im getting them out, and that bothers me some. Its hard to trust him after finding out he fucked her after me, but I gotta just believe he'll control himself. :( I'm ready to go somewhere warm already. It's so effing cold out, its in the -30's. Joyous occasion. Dude, fuck that noise. As soon as I get my teeth out, life will be much better. And once I'm on the plane to Florida, that will help too. Well, once we're in the air. Cuz flying scares the shit outta me. balls. alright, i gotta shower and study for my Anatomy quiz tomorrow.

BUZZKILL

Alright, I writing in my journal and decided I had to put this out there in cyberspace for anyone who is willing to read it. Rachel (my now ex-roommate who's ex is now my boyfriend) keeps telling me that her and Rick (my bf, her ex) have been sleeping together, and wants to know if she should go get tested. Except the list of nights she gave me - I was either at his house with him or talked to him til we fell asleep, so there goes her story. What a fucking psychopath. I tried to be nice to her and tried to keep things kosher, but after all this, i sooo wanna just throw everything in her face. How she is crazy and that's why she doesn't have any friends. How she's a spoiled little brat and she sucks at giving head, and I've been fucking Rick since Halloween, and she can eat a dick if she thinks she needs to go get tested. How we're dating and actually care about each other, and I'm going to Florida with him this spring- NOT HER. And how the picture on them on his desk has been replaced by a picture of him and I, and he dumped out the piggy bank that says "Rachel's Ring Fund" and uses the Coors Light can bank I gave him. He is slowly but surely making smaller spaces for her and larger and greater spaces for me in his life. I really wish I could tell her all that. And that he constantly points out where they/she went wrong in the relationship, and I strive not to exactly those things so that I'm as different and far away from her as possible so that our relationship works. And that cat he got? He got it as a surprise for me. So shut the fuck up and get. out. of. out. lives. FOREVER.
So anyway, that's my current feeling on that. Basically I know that by writing this here, only L and maybe one other person (a complete stranger Im sure) will ever see it. And since I wanted her to read this anyway, this is perfect. I hope she finds this someday and gets it the fuck through her head that breaking up means leaving the other one the fuck alone. Peace.