It's Offical!

I applied for graduation today! only two more semesters left! well...hopefully.

We don't believe you.

Why is it that super models like to tell us how ugly they were when they were younger? is it because they want us to know they suffered? That they deserve being so fabulous now? Well note to models…we don’t believe you.

My wisdom teeth are gone….goodbye Wisdom.

The good news is that I survived the wisdom tooth extraction with little to no emotional scaring. Friday my parents dropped me off at school, which personal I recommend you let you parents drop you and pick you up from class every day. It will bring out your inner child, plus you don't have to fight for a parking spot. We ate lunch at Zaxby's, the last real food. Then we went to the dentist office. There we sat for 30 minutes, me watching the clock as it slowly ticked down. As I sat there pretending to read the book I brought, I began planning out my exit strategy.  Did I really NEED to take out these teeth? What did they ever do to me? Did they deserve to this untimely death? Finally they called me back. The lady who took me back smiled and asked if I was nervous. Then my "nurses" asked me if I was nervous, and then the dentist asked me if I was nervous! Well if I wasn't nervous I definitely am now!  One of the ladies asked me if I wanted "the gas" I then told her I wanted everything you got. Now, you not know this about me, but I have never used "the gas" before so when they asked me if I was feeling the effects I couldn't tell them yes or no. So then I started to panic…what if the gas wasn't working? The dentist came over popping the rubber gloves at me and asked if I was ready. Well…. I lost it, tears started rolling.  The sweet lady held my hand and asked if I wanted my momma, which I did but wasn't going to go ask for her, the dentist had this nervous look on his face and said I should just lay there for a minute and "breathe" the gas a little longer.  So I laid there praying and trying to "breathe." Have you ever noticed that while you are laid back in a dentist chair staring up at the ceiling you feel like you have been abducted by aliens. Bright lights in your eyes, figures staring down at you, and strange sensations.  As I was laying there breathing through the gas nose tube thingy, I began to imagine that this must be what it feels like to be abducted. I was scared out of my wits afraid of what "they" would do to me. It was straight out of a Sci-Fi Movie. Maybe….just maybe dentist ARE aliens! I'm just saying. They were awfully excited to take out these wisdom teeth. Anyways, after I calmed down and they numbed my mouth the over all process was virtually painless and fast. They pulled two upper and one lower.  An hour and a half later, I emerged with three less teeth and was on my way. My biggest worry, other than have teeth pulled out of my face, was this thing called "dry socket" even the term is enough to make you cringe. I was so terrified of getting this. For the past two days I have taken extra precautions to prevent this from happening to me. So far the pain has been minimal and no signs of dry socket yet. I was a lucky survivor. I'm back in school, work, life and I'm just taking it one step at a time… as one can only do after being abducted by aliens….i mean dentists.

inside "The Music Box"