Dominati0n
20 October 2007, 03:17 PM
My life is better than yours. I think.
My mom is out of town for the weekend, leaving me alone with 2 dogs. But of course I'm used to it, cause she's done this every weekend since the beginning of summer. I was woken up at 6 o'clock this morning by two annoying dogs licking me feet. How pleasant. Leftover pizza for breakfast... again. When my sleep gets disrupted, I get massive headaches, to guzzled down some tylanol. Doesn't help much, though.
Anyways, today is the day I am going to break my habit of chewing on random things. I always chew pen lids, staples, etc. when I'm bored. Well, a few days ago, I was chewing a pen lid, and a piece of the pen snapped off, slid up my gum, and cut my gum open. I can't really explain this, so I drew a pretty little diagram for you all:
http://i23.tinypic.com/24ltxqh.jpg
Yea, it hurts. I can't drink pop or anything cause it STINGS. I no longer look forward to eating, cause it hurts, too. A few people have recommended me going to see a doctor about this. That's probably a good idea. The cool part about it is, I can feel the upper part of my tooth with my tongue, which actually isn't that cool anyways.
So, my morning has sucked. The day isn't over yet, though. I'm gonna be hanging out with this hot chick in my grade, who I've liked for a while, later on today. (Right when I said that, she messaged me on MSN. Creepy.) So, I guess my day won't be all that bad...
Dear Diary,
My mouth hurts.
Da end.
But seriously, ow. Anyways, I met up with that chick at the video store. We hung out for a bit, went back to her grandma's house, had some pie, had some fun, etc. (no, not sexual fun. that's not appropriate!)
My dad called me up, and he said he was in town, wondering if I wanted to do something. I said sure, I haven't seen him since he moved. We went to an Italian restaurant (Eastside Mario's) and both had chicken parmajian... however you spell it. That doesn't matter, though. On my third bathroom trip (I'm sick, btw) some creepy guy was in the washroom. He was like "Seen dem servers, tonight? That's some dam fine p*****." (dunno if it's appropriate.) Anyways, me and my dad went back to my house, played some gitter/guitar/whatever-you-kids-call-it-these-days/etc. I was actually teaching him stuff now, which is pretty awesome, since I'm 14 and he's 50. He went home, and now I'm here, writing a blog.
My mom is out of town for the weekend, leaving me alone with 2 dogs. But of course I'm used to it, cause she's done this every weekend since the beginning of summer. I was woken up at 6 o'clock this morning by two annoying dogs licking me feet. How pleasant. Leftover pizza for breakfast... again. When my sleep gets disrupted, I get massive headaches, to guzzled down some tylanol. Doesn't help much, though.
Anyways, today is the day I am going to break my habit of chewing on random things. I always chew pen lids, staples, etc. when I'm bored. Well, a few days ago, I was chewing a pen lid, and a piece of the pen snapped off, slid up my gum, and cut my gum open. I can't really explain this, so I drew a pretty little diagram for you all:
http://i23.tinypic.com/24ltxqh.jpg
Yea, it hurts. I can't drink pop or anything cause it STINGS. I no longer look forward to eating, cause it hurts, too. A few people have recommended me going to see a doctor about this. That's probably a good idea. The cool part about it is, I can feel the upper part of my tooth with my tongue, which actually isn't that cool anyways.
So, my morning has sucked. The day isn't over yet, though. I'm gonna be hanging out with this hot chick in my grade, who I've liked for a while, later on today. (Right when I said that, she messaged me on MSN. Creepy.) So, I guess my day won't be all that bad...
Dear Diary,
My mouth hurts.
Da end.
But seriously, ow. Anyways, I met up with that chick at the video store. We hung out for a bit, went back to her grandma's house, had some pie, had some fun, etc. (no, not sexual fun. that's not appropriate!)
My dad called me up, and he said he was in town, wondering if I wanted to do something. I said sure, I haven't seen him since he moved. We went to an Italian restaurant (Eastside Mario's) and both had chicken parmajian... however you spell it. That doesn't matter, though. On my third bathroom trip (I'm sick, btw) some creepy guy was in the washroom. He was like "Seen dem servers, tonight? That's some dam fine p*****." (dunno if it's appropriate.) Anyways, me and my dad went back to my house, played some gitter/guitar/whatever-you-kids-call-it-these-days/etc. I was actually teaching him stuff now, which is pretty awesome, since I'm 14 and he's 50. He went home, and now I'm here, writing a blog.