2004-11-10, 11:50 AM — i counted; they're all still there
There's something really disconcerting about someone taking a set of pliers and pulling at something on your tooth until whatever it is comes off with a sharp "crak."
Really, very upsetting. Also, the impliment that is used to clean the leftover contact cement off the tooth sounds alarmingly like a squealing circular saw.
Plus, the new contact cement tastes absolutely awful.
I'd like to say I've had a great morning, and considering the fact that I can now breathe normally (this has been an issue for about a week now) it's been quite nice. But the voluntary torture called "bracket repositioning" on the braces is a little less than ideal way to spend the better part of the morning.
And, even more unfortunately, I now have an essay that I have to write, as it's due tomorrow and I'm spending tomorrow morning either on the bus or traipsing about a cemetary looking for lichens. It's kind of like looking for love, except more fungal and less rewarding.
2004-11-04, 07:39 PM — the wheels on the bus
I'm coming to really look forward to my bus time, I have to say. It's an hour and a half break twice a day where, if I don't want to, I don't have to think about anything at all. I can just look out the window, or fall asleep, or draw up a grocery list... if I want, I can knit, or read a completely ridiculous, trashy novel...
It's just nice downtime. People always sound so sorry for me when I say my commute is an hour and a half by bus. But it could be worse... an hour and a half by car, for example. I mean, I enjoy sleeping at the wheel as much as the next person... which is, not much at all...
I was trying to think of something interesting I saw on the way home, but I slept through most of the interesting bits. Grimsby is lovely, but doesn't change much day-to-day... and I slept over the Red Hill Valley (I do my best to do that every time). As for dreams... well, I had a dream that a friend of mine got two casual aquaintances pregnant for fun, which was a little upsetting. Especially since I don't think he's that type at all.
2004-11-02, 08:41 AM — I can use the word "heinously"
Okay. Seriously folks, this is just getting depressing. If anyone still reads this: really, I'm going to start updating... and I'll try not to be, you know, twentysomething angsty.
That said, I have a rather bruising hangover this morning. You would think I would have learned after Saturday night, but no. At least this time I ate a burger, not a pound of rockets.
Life is all sorts of combinations of exciting and hard and frustrating and really cool right now. I spend a lot of time terrified that I'm screwing everything up, and that I'm going to get kicked out of fourth/fifth year for being stupid.
Before you jump on that, though, I know I'm not stupid... I just feel heinously unprepared for a thesis, or really, any of the stuff I have to do this year. It's not that it's any more work, it's just a different kind of work. I'm beginning to realize that all those calm and collected TAs and lab demonstrators I've had over the years were not calm and collected at all. No one doing a thesis is. They're all feeling like jacklighted deer.