Teeth

I have a dentist appointment tomorrow, and this is one of the only times that I've actually been excited to go. Yes, I'll actually WANT to wake up tomorrow to drive myself all the way down the stinking 91 freeway and then fight my way through the traffic of the 57 to get to Placentia. Because my family likes to drive all kinds of crazy places to get to doctor's appointments? Our optometrist is in Yorba Linda. Anyways, the POINT is, was, and always will be, that wisdom teeth suck. Especially when you've needed to have them removed for... oh, I don't know, EIGHTEEN MONTHS, and now they're starting to wreak havoc on your posterior gingiva. Seriously, I don't know why they even bother emerging. I was doing a superb job of masticating before they decided to crawl out of the gummy abyss of my mouth. So, as previously stated, I'm excited.

Goodbyes

I took my last final of Freshman year this morning. I would have to say that it was definitely worth staying up all night to study, and the horrible feeling in my gut when I realized my brain couldn't absorb anything else without deleting the essentials. Like my name. And shoe size.
Anyway, I'm done for the summer. And am now in the middle of packing--making excellent progress, as you see. It's a bitter-sweet feeling. I said goodbye to someone that meant a lot to me last night. I never know how to feel with those kinds of things. Kind of like funerals.

Dilemma.

It's already three.  Why go to bed?  I'll never wake up for church in the morning (9 AM).  On the other hand, five hours of sleep sounds mighty fine.  Maybe I'll chance it.  I can't get over the fact that I'm leaving this bubble of a city in less than three days.  But I love the bubble.  I'll miss it.  For four long months.  Why am I such a heavy sleeper?  Alarms are no good.  I need a cowbell.  More cowbell, please.

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