I have a fifty-dollar Visa giftcard. I want girly stuff.

Where do I want to spend it, y'all?

I haven't bought anything from MMU in a while. www.mmucosmetics.com/
I always love FYN. www.foryournose.com
sammim, I think, mentioned these chicks: http://www.grumpygirlcandles.com/index.php
And I found these people somewhere, probably BPAL.org http://www.ploonq.com/index.html

What else is out there to tempt me? ENABLE ME PEOPLE.

graystonedreams is giving away free books.

http://graystonedreams.livejournal.com/50880.html

Go take a look.

So, I made something yummy last night. And we liked it so much we took the leftover stuff and made it again tonight.
( Food, glorious food. )

that I have a case of dry socket going on.

And jumping fucking Jesus Christ on a rocket, this shit hurts. Even the Vicodin isn't touching it.

I have my physical for camp tomorrow. And I'm hoping REALLY REALLY REALLY hard we can get in to see my oral surgeon again tomorrow, because I am not in the fucking MOOD to have this blaring pain in my face. Also, my mother decided she wanted to get a ton of bloodwork done on me tomorrow. I don't WANNA. I just want my face to stop hurting. LEAVE ME ALONE.

*whine*

kitrona was kind enough to give me a Dreamwidth code. Naturally I took it, though I don't know what I'll do with it. I'm cielamara there, as everywhere.

What do you think I should do with it? Post writing? Use it as a camp journal? Que?

My FACE HURTS. MAKE IT STOP HURTING. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

(I took more painkilly type stuff, but RAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH IT HURTS.)

*stomps around Nikkasaurus rex style*

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH.

*whimpers*

Make me feel better.

I don't feel good. My teeth hurt. I think I've got a bit of a fever. I feel kind of fuzzy. This is apparently normal.

I am also rather depressed and pitiful.

So.

Who are you? Why are you on my friend's list? How did we come to be friends? Why do you put up with me? Especially those of you who haven't known me long. Do you read my entries? Do you skim them, or skip on by entirely?

Edited to add: I don't ask if you read my entries to be like WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH NO ONE PAYS ATTENTION TO ME, but just because I'm curious. I feel like I'm boring as hell, truthfully.

In a few communities I lurkread, there have been some discussions about porn. Porn is always an entertaining subject. Therefore, I present to you some of the statements I have seen tonight:

Argument 1) When one is in a relationship, one should not covet others. This means one should not be watching porn while in a relationship. Along these same lines (in a redundant sort of way) if one's partner is uncomfortable with porn, one should not watch it. "Just because I bought the painting doesn't mean I can't visit the art museum."

Argument 2) Looking at porn is natural and personal. One should not dictate what one's partner does. "You married me, you didn't buy me."

Note that I do not necessarily endorse anything presented here.

Discuss.

First of all:
To one of my dearest friends, a woman I love, respect, admire:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNETTE!
The day you came onto the planet is most assuredly worth celebrating, because this place improved dramatically when you showed up.
( Surgery... )

The wisdom teeth are being removed today.

That is all.

Grades just came.

I made the dean's list, y'all. Four As and a B.

Just found out Daddy's got tickets to the hockey game Saturday night. Jesus fuck, it's the Eastern Conference playoffs, and they'll be GOOD seats. I was like, "HOLY SHIT HOCKEY GAME" and then I said, "Hey! You (to my mom) went to the last one, that means it's my turn this time!" And she said, "Like hell it is." And I said, "...That's what you said to me when he had tickets last time. You said it was your turn to go, regardless of it being the playoffs and me desperately wanting to go. It's your turn AGAIN?" And she said, "WELL I GUESS NOT." and stomped down the hallway.

I don't want to fight over this. I've been watching the games on TV just fine, but yes, I will be very disappointed if I don't get to go. But if I do go, she will make my life hell with her guilt-tripping and angry stomping and demanding I do this-or-that...I swear, she invents things to make me do just to piss me off. (Like just now. She was STANDING BY THE WASHING MACHINE, on her way out the door, and she called for me to come and transfer HER load of laundry to the dryer. I swear to God, she did that just to annoy me.)

It's a round three game. It is a BIG DEAL.

I can taste the disappointment already.

This...curry, curryish, bastardized curry, whatever the hell I'm making amazing, promises to be pretty godlike.

( Once again Nikki uses everything but the kitchen sink in her cooking... )

ETA: Jesus fuck that shit was amazing.

Hockey has taken over the Davis household in the past few weeks. My dad is staying mostly clear of the shouting and swearing coming from the living room on game nights, but he wanders through on occasion to see the score. Mom usually flops out sometime during the second period because she's a lameass who falls asleep at like 9PM every night. C'mon. What's the point of watching if you don't stay till the very bitter end?

No one thought the Canes would beat the Bruins. In hockey, they were making predictions that the Bruins would sweep the series in four games, no wins for Carolina. Not only did that not happen, but the Canes were in a position to take the series in five games--if, y'know, they hadn't had two flop games (5 and 6, WTF was that boys?) that pushed the series to seven games. Last night was immensely satisfying. Good, solidly-played game, in spite of that BULLSHIT icing call in the first period that led to the Bruins' first goal. It was very nice to see the way Tim Thomas and Cam Ward behaved as they skated across the ice to shake hands. Huge smiles, man-hugs, and what were clearly friendly words. The brawling is tons of fun and hockey wouldn't be the same without it, but it's nice to see players who seem to genuinely respect and like each other.

Though the video of the reporters attacking Timmy with questions made me sad. That dude was tired, and disappointed. Poor guy.

In other news, I'm slowly starting to pack stuff for camp. I don't know how to pack for two months when I've got to get all that crap on a plane. Halp.

Okay.
Let's review.

I dreamed last night...
(I got on a boat to heaven, and by some chance, I had brought my dice alooong...)
1) My former advisor had...a baby. This man is...well, I'm pretty sure he's got kids out of college. Solid mountain man type, carrying around one of those magical baby carrier things that had more frills than your average innocuous-looking Jurassic Park dino.
2) Christine was pissed at me because I kept losing her in this weird network of what looked like a combination of every student union I've ever seen. So, she...kept running off...
3) There was a castle. Big old Dracula-like castle. Haunted, natch. There was a ghost named Serafina living in this castle. She was tall. Like eight feet tall, after factoring in the long trailing faintly luminous golden gown she wore. There was some sort of quest involved in avenging her or helping her find peace or whatever the hell was going on. At the same time, there was this CREEPY mournful-looking child ghost who was also hanging out, but I'm not sure I ever figured out the connection. The whole time this was going on, the castle was being taken over by what vaguely resembled Nazis but were easily mollified if I pretended to be vaguely stupid. Serafina couldn't venture out of hiding because she was a ghost, but she could transform into this radiant golden owl who'd fly out to perch on my arm and tell me stuff. Then there was a small party, and for some reason, some guy fell off the second-floor balcony into the snow, but Serafina made his body disappear because the party had to do with my...final presentation in chemistry lab, which involved me...making potato soup and a cheesecake.

...

All that, in one continuous flowing dream.

..

WHAT.

So, the day after my mom made me an appointment to get the damn things removed, my wisdom teeth started hurting like a little bitch in hell. I mean, HURTING. Like, not just the problem tooth, my jaw, my gums, my WHOLE FACE was hurting.

...

This has been going on for four days now.

The night before last? I started tasting blood.

They're supposed to come out on the 26th, but my mom has said she's going to try to get me in sooner. So, stay tuned for possibly amusing drug-induced posts from me.

Tell me what you see when you hear the words "Sea bride."

I feel...

...satisfied.

Yes, satisfied is the right word. I feel as though that vibrating musical energy in me has been given a glass of water, a glass that does not empty until I am satiated. Cool, sweet water, the way it tastes coming out of the Brita pitcher, sweet and fulfilling.

( Dans mon jardin... )

Spanish labs and online classes in general can blow me.