Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Pillow throwing. orthdontia, and other mishaps.

Well. I have officially become....
A pillow thrower.
That's right.
What on earth is she talking about?
What is a pillow thrower, you ask?
We've all heard of cover-hoggers, bed-tossers, sleep-talkers, blanket crumplers, sleep-walkers and sock-removers. I am a pillow-thrower.
Meaning that when I sleep, I throw my pillow off of my bed.
Why does it matter?
Well, its really annoying. Because I have a loft bed, and my mattress is 5 feet off the ground. Leaping out of bed to retrieve my pillow from the floor means:
#1) I get cold.
#2) I make a huge thump that wakes everyone up.
#3) I have to land on the icky cold laminate flooring, and step on my cold metal ladder.
But if I don't retrieve my pillow, I will get a black eye from smacking my face off my metal bed frame. And my dog will most likely lie down on it, and she smells like wet dog.
In other news...
It's almost Christmas Vacation for school children across my district, me included. I have 9 days until the bell rings at 1:30 pm on December 17. 9 days, 7 of which are school days. I will perservere.
On the other hand, vacation means that exams are coming ever nearer. I, for one am not concerned. My exams are worth 10%`
I am taking English, Geography, Computers, and French. Computers doesn't have a formal exam, so I only have 3 days of exams.
My exams are January 25-29, and I have a possible make up day on the 31st. February 1st is exam take up day, which I have no intentions of showing up for. And then the whole cycle starts over one Feb. 2. We might get a day in between semesters, or two, if you skip take up. 
This is unjust, before this year, there was a week off in between.
On the Orthodontics front, my Orthodorkist is an a**. I intially had a crossbow (google crowbow orthodontic appliance for an explanation of it), then I kept breaking it, so they said I would be fine having it removed. Then my overbite returned, so they put me on elastics, which I hated wearing and didn't work anyway. I now have a 6mm overbite. I started with 5mm. Fail, no?
So now, I am 6 months past my estimated treatment time, and I have had separators put in to make room for new bands to hold my new springs.
What has been accomplished in the 40 months I've been going there?
*ahem* I had straight teeth up until July, when they busted a bracket by trying to boost my wire 5 gauges and bending the wire the wrong way (which was totally MY fault, by the way). My overbite is worse now, not better. The only thing that they have done right is widen my upper jaw. Oh, and make eating food hell for the last 3.5 years.
One of the only bright spots in my life is Jackson. Or Jack, Jaction, Jack  Attack, Jacktack, Jackman, you get the idea. I love this horse with my life. He deserves a post all his own, so I won't say too much.

A la prochain!

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