Fuck the Tooth Fairy

So my wisdom teeth are gone. Ok, not all gone, just the top two. See post below for more info.

I walked into the dentist office with an expectation. I never talked to many people about their experience with getting their wisdom teeth pulled, but I had an image in my head for what mine would be like.

It would start with some novocaine in the mouth for numbing. The dentist would run off and let you sweat for 10 minutes while the numbness set in. He'd come back, sigh, bust out some plyer tool that would probably look very familiar to a tool that I would use to loosen rusted bolts on my car. He'd clamp that sucker down and jump up and down on my wisdom teeth until they came loose... much like how i'd loosen a rusted bolt on my car.

Well, the first part was true. I was novocained, the needle looked like it was straight out of frankenstein or something. It was huge. So then I waited, and strangely, I really had to pee. Like for some reason, asking to be excused to go to the bathroom was going to save me from having my wisdom teeth pulled out.

Ten minutes pass and the doctor comes back. My palms are all sweaty, i'm fearing what kind of contraption he pulls out to use on my poor teeth. To my surprise, he pulls out this screwdriver looking device. I had no idea what it was for, so I figure he was just going to do some inspecting before he pulls it out.

He looks at me and asks me if i'm ready. I nod, he inserts the rod in my mouth, lines it up on my tooth, and pushes. Once. Twice. I feel my wisdom tooth floating on my tongue. He goes to the other side and pushes. Once. Twice. Three times. I don't feel any pain, but I feel the vibrations of everything. I don't feel the second tooth land on my tongue like the other one. I suddenly have this feel that he cracked my tooth or something, and he's going to have to extract it in a more painful fashion. I stop breathing. I'm not a big fan of pain.

And then he says "i'm done". I'm still holding my breath. I don't believe him. Then the nurse says the same thing and asks me to spit. I do. Then I start breathing again.

So besides the agonizingly long wait, the hole process took maybe 8 seconds. No pain, nothin.

Two days later, the bleeding has completely stopped. I have no major problems except the holes where the teeth used to be are kind of sensitive.. and well, they're big holes still. Everyone has been asking me about if I can eat food or if my cheeks are swollen and stuff, and well, they aren't. My teeth actually grew out, so the process is alot easier.

My bottom teeth on the other hand are going to cause me all sorts of pain. Those are ingrown and need to be surgically removed.

I know you want to see them. So here they are in all their dried bloody glory. Yea, I didn't even bother cleaning them or anything. I like the naturalness.



I put those fuckers under my pillow before I went to sleep... and they were still there in the morning.

Fuck you tooth fairy.

With Age Comes Wisdom

My top two wisdom teeth grew in years ago. I was a little scared at first, hearing all the horror stories of people having to have their teeth pulled. They talked about how the pain got worse and worse and eventually they just had them pulled out. Others talk about going to their half year check ups and the Dentist just told them that if they didn't pull it out they would be in pain forever.

I grew up thinking that when your wisdom teeth grow out, they have to be pulled. I didn't understand why, in our human growth process, they grew at all.

So one day, while picking doritos or something out the back of my teeth, I came across an usually stubborn piece that just wouldn't come out. After using my tongue, a toothbrush, and my fingers, I finally realized that it was my wisdom tooth. I flipped out.

I was on co-op at the time, I think in DC too, so I didn't have a place to go to pull my wisdom teeth anyway. It didn't hurt. I figured i'd just wait it out. Six month checkups didn't bother me either, I wasn't scared of the Dentist sneaking in my mouth and pulling them out, because I had long since stop going to my checkups.

Now, years later, I have no idea what happened. It feels like my one wisdom tooth kept growing or something and is now so long that I it actually hits the bottom half of my jaw, right where the bottom wisdom tooth should be. But that bottom wisdom tooth hasn't grown out yet. So right now, i'm just stabbing at my gumline. Eating food is hard, hell, closing my mouth all the way is hard.

So friday will be dentist day. I'm hoping he just pulls em out right on the spot. I don't think I could handle making another appointment and pondering for an extended time on what getting wisdom teeth pulled out feels like.

I hope I get some good prescription drugs to abuse.

Update on my life

Video games are a bane in my life. I usually play way too much, but every now and then, i'll have this "bored of video games" phase. Man, I can't wait for it to come back.

A big eff you to Opie and Anthony, who's gut busting broadcasts are clogging up my ears. Even though it's only audio, I find myself just sitting there and listening to it, when I could be doing other things.

I'm back into cars again. Yes, you've been waiting for it, so i'll just say that the past few nights I've been rolling around in my bed just thinking complicated thoughts about cars and pulling my hair because like every other day, I have no money.

Lastly, I hate school. Mondays through wednesdays(sometimes thursdays) I do nothing but sleep, go to class, eat, and do homework. and... play video games and listen to opie and anthony and this week, probably visiting car forums.

A big Iychk to life.

Why does my brain suck?

It was all going great. The first 3 weeks of school--no, wait--the first two weeks of school were wonderful, I went to class, I did all my homework, I studied. I'll say it again, I studied. Yea, it was a new me.

Then I digressed quickly. You can tell by my lack of posting on the blog. When I digress, I stop doin everything that I used to do daily. It probably all started with some late night anime and tv show watching... then I started listening to Opie and Anthony recorded mp3 broadcasts of their new XM radio show, and the next thing I know, I stop waking up for class.

Then the introduction of a video game who's name I shall not disclose for fear of having other people addicted to it was brought back into my life. So who has time for school and studying anymore?

Damn you brain, don't get so easily distracted.

This is what I aim for in life

If you know me well enough then you know my dream. I want to own a house with a four car garage and fill it (with cars, duh). I mean, it's only one of my goals in life but at this point, it was rather vague. What I just told you is as much as I though about it. There's been a few random daydreams about what cars I would get and things like that but I never really though about how the garage itself would look. The basics are covered: tools, some machines, maybe a workbench and stuff but that's about it.

Today I was surfing the internet and on my car forum, they posted a link. This guy was posting up pictures of his newly finished garage and well, let me just show you the pictures.


Studio ceiling lights? Tile floors?? Oh my word!


Paper towel dispenser? classic!




A lift, why not? I could use a lift too. That's freakin sweet.




Arcade machine for your douchebag friend who doesn't want to help out while you fix his car? Perfecto!


Wait... wait... is that what I think it is? A fridge?


Yes, that would be a flat panel TV, to stay in touch with the world while you fix your car. You might not see your wife for a week but by gosh, you won't miss another episode of Friends!



Garage away from the house? Make as much noise as you want! And look, stairs to some upstairs place. No pics of the inside, but pool table? Poker table? The possibilities are endless. Only thing I don't see in that place is a bathroom, but i'm sure it's conveniently located.

So yea, this garage is now going to be a goal in my life. I want this. I don't care how much it costs me, I want it.

I give credit where credit is due, so if you want to check out the guy (and the site) where this was posted, here's the link: http://forums.rennlist.com/rennforums/showthread.php?t=158984

Drop a line and thank him for me. Tell him that he's setting the standard in my life.

Oops, I did it again.

It's only the beginning of the second week of classes and already i've missed a class. I really suck at this. I figured that if I purposefully made my schedule mostly night classes that I wouldn't have a problem. Well, I guess that 1 pm class throws of that theory, because I sure as heck overslept and missed it today.

My day began at 5 pm. It's really sad. The weekend ruined everything.

I don't regret it though. It was so much fun.

Great minds think alike.

My last post (see below) about the weekend was rather abbreviated. My friend Jesse who graced me with his presence this weekend also wrote an entry on his website that details our weekend in... well, more detail. Rather oddly though, in a great stroke of coincedence, his blog title was very similar to mine: X-Men, Carbombs, Broken Toilets and Larry. If you want more details of the experience, be sure to hop on over to sunk-my-scrabbleship.net and read all about it.

Carbombs, broken toilets and video games.

So friday was like any other friday: woke up while the sun was setting and went to a friend's house. This friday just happened to be Tron's turn in the rotation, so I went there and we played video games. Long story short, we ended up at Skippy's house where we drank Carbombs vigorously. Ok, I only drank one, but that's because I fear dying. My heart pounds way too hard after drinking, and on more then one occasion I thought it had stopped for a split second.

While at Skippy's, people got a little wasted and soon, all sorts of ess started hitting the fan. A little after that, I noticed the bathroom area had a crowd of people just standing around. Curious like a cat, I pounced over to see what had happen. The floor was covered with water. Someone was holding up a piece of the toilet. I couldn't help but laugh.

Everyone knows how Skippy is, so really, what happened next wasn't really a surprise. But what was surprising was how many people banded together, stayed there, made sure the toilet was fixed, and spent time to calm skippy down. Sure, there was a couple assholes there that were only there to drink and hang out, and seriously, I hope their lives become completely miserable forever.

But Skippy has good friends, and he should know that.

Friends like me!

No, wait, I was probably one of the assholes.

Til the very last second

So my only class today was the same class I have on tuesdays. The professor blabbered on about stuff I could hardly comprehend and soon it was time to leave. Except, we didn't leave. He kept talking. The class was suppose to end at 4:50 pm, and usually, by 4:30 most professors wrap it up. Not this one.

4:49 rolled around, and he still didn't let us go. 4:51 rolled around, by then, I had obnoxiously started packing up my books and zipping up my bookbag as loudly as I could. He still didn't let us go.

Well, you might say that maybe his watch was slower or something. Ok, point granted, except by my watch, we started class at 3:25 pm, and the class doesn't start until 3:30 pm! So we were way overdue to leave.

I was so close to raising my hand and saying something like "Excuse me professor? This is a three credit class right? Well, then it's time for us to go, because i'm not putting forth the effort for a four credit class if i'm only getting three for it."

It is the first week though, so I may have plenty of opportunities to say it to him.