So as I've been complaining about in the last couple weeks, I got my wisdom teeth taken out. I was in excruciating pain (meh not really) and couldn't eat anything but jello, yogurt, pudding and ice-cream. A five year olds dream diet? Yes. A 22-year-old's sudden regression into diapers? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO! The meds did nothing. At most, they numbed the pain but alcohol does that so much better so I'm quite upset with pharmaceuticals at the moment. But I digress.
The actual recovery is getting better. I'm now able to eat bagels and candy. A HUGE step up from pudding (although I did start eating chocolate and vanilla swirled pudding which is HOLYFREAKINGCRAPFANTASTIC). I also happen to drink beer which brings us to a little segment I like to call: LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!!
I went to the St. Paddy's day party hosted by one of the fraternities with my awesome sorority sister Jeb (actual name not disclosed to protect the total ballerificness of the person mentioned). We were looking hot (well hotter than usual) and were ready to dance our asses off to the trastacularness of Ke$ha and her glitter. After buying a six-pack of Labatt Blue Light (6 16oz. cans for $8 - WHAT A DEAL), we went off to go have the time of our lives. Now, Jeb and I have had some adventures over the past couple semesters. We've partied hard and made others jealous as shit cause we're so fucking awesome we make it rain up in this bitch!!! But this time didn't end so well...
We arrive at the party and crack open a cold one to get things started. After mingling and smoking some hooka (which was weak btw and not as good as a certain other sorority sister's whose name I also shall not disclose), we got the itch to dance. Yeah there was beer pong and this raffle but the music was lame even with a new DJ and all we wanted to do was BUST A MOVE!! About an hour, two creepers, bathroom breaks and two beers later, we finally got our fine asses on the floor and showed these newbies/underagers what partying was all about.
Unfortunately, it was one of the underagers that brought the quality of the party down so low it was like watching Charlie Sheen attempt to act like a human being. Apparently someone got punched in the face and the cops were called. Normally, the fraternity is on good repore with the cops but this time a rookie came and busted the party...AT 12:45 AM!!! WTF!?!?!?! The cops have come so many times to this place but this is the first time in 5 fucking years that I've actually had to leave. I was disgusted, mad and actually kind of proud. I mean yes it took five years but it was about time I got kicked out of a party. It sucks that it happened just as the party was getting good but at least I got kicked out of a party and not the bar like last time. WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As you can tell, I'm recovering nicely. I have an appointment with the oral surgeon next Monday to really make sure I'm doing well and my stitches have dissolved and I didn't make anything bleed. Then I can go back to eating the food I usually do although I will actually miss chocolate and vanilla pudding. They reminded me of my childhood. Oh well, life goes on I guess. If I complain anymore, ignore me cause I'm going to do it a lot. Who knows, maybe I'm actually getting wiser wanting to eat healthy and solid foods...
*A little spoiler for my next entry:
Are you sick of Glen Beck telling you God is going to strike you dead b/c Japan was hit by an earthquake/tsunami? Well, get the REAL reason for the natural disasters. COMING SOON...
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Oral Surgery = no more wisdom
I got my wisdom teeth taken out over the weekend. Over my last weekend of spring break I braved the oral surgeon (Jewish mind you with a Jew fro that pails in comparison to Jerry Seinfeld. Why are they always Jewish? What is it about Jews and teeth? Too many viewings of Schindler's List? I digress.), got hopped up on anesthesia and let him yank out all four of my wisdom teeth. Now, I have no more wisdom. Why you ask? I shall tell the tale of my stupidity...
Having your wisdom teeth taken out, while painful, does come with perks. You get to be on Vicodin and coast through life which is fucking AWESOME. Although, they didn't give me Vicodin they have me codeine. Codeine did nothing for me last night. I fell asleep of my own accord and I didn't even sleep well. Ugh codeine is just code for lameness. Anyway, I'm on a strict diet of mushy non-solid food which include Jell-o, chocolate & vanilla pudding, ice-cream and mashed potatoes Indian style (my wonderful mother mixed it with gravy and butter...yummm). Even so, you tend to develop a fondness for solid food. I miss sandwiches and bagels with their cream cheese filling. I can only open my mouth just enough to eat the Jello or pudding. Eating like an 80-year-old with dentures gets old quickly. And I mean VERY quickly. Just today my sorority sister was eating Jimmy Johns and I wanted to tackle her like a lion and scarf down the whole gourmet sandwich within two bites. But sadly, I could not. Sad motherfucking panda :(
I miss laughing. There is so much humor around me all the damn time and all I can do is weakly smile like the creepy loser in the corner of a night club who no one asks to dance.
And now ladies and gentlemen we come to wisdom lacking part of the story. During my recovery, I must take antibiotics in order to help with the healing and making sure the stitches don't come undone before they're supposed to dissolve. That makes sense. But what doesn't make sense is my timing: I GOT MY FUCKING WISDOM TEETH OUT ONE MOTHERFUCKING WEEK BEFORE ST. PATRICK'S DAY. St. Patrick's day is on a Thursday this year and I am going to be missing out on the festivities. Why? Cause I'm on fucking meds. DAMN IT!! There's a party right after and all I"m going to be doing is being the DD, which I don't mind cause I"m going to be partying with my sister who's awesome. BUT STILL!!!!
To top it all off, I look like a chipmunk. A LITERAL CHIPMUNK!! I'm brown with puffy cheeks and black hair and large eyes. All I have to do now is climb up trees and get some fucking nuts. MY LIFE IS SO OVER AT LEAST FOR THE TIME BEING.
Having your wisdom teeth taken out, while painful, does come with perks. You get to be on Vicodin and coast through life which is fucking AWESOME. Although, they didn't give me Vicodin they have me codeine. Codeine did nothing for me last night. I fell asleep of my own accord and I didn't even sleep well. Ugh codeine is just code for lameness. Anyway, I'm on a strict diet of mushy non-solid food which include Jell-o, chocolate & vanilla pudding, ice-cream and mashed potatoes Indian style (my wonderful mother mixed it with gravy and butter...yummm). Even so, you tend to develop a fondness for solid food. I miss sandwiches and bagels with their cream cheese filling. I can only open my mouth just enough to eat the Jello or pudding. Eating like an 80-year-old with dentures gets old quickly. And I mean VERY quickly. Just today my sorority sister was eating Jimmy Johns and I wanted to tackle her like a lion and scarf down the whole gourmet sandwich within two bites. But sadly, I could not. Sad motherfucking panda :(
I miss laughing. There is so much humor around me all the damn time and all I can do is weakly smile like the creepy loser in the corner of a night club who no one asks to dance.
And now ladies and gentlemen we come to wisdom lacking part of the story. During my recovery, I must take antibiotics in order to help with the healing and making sure the stitches don't come undone before they're supposed to dissolve. That makes sense. But what doesn't make sense is my timing: I GOT MY FUCKING WISDOM TEETH OUT ONE MOTHERFUCKING WEEK BEFORE ST. PATRICK'S DAY. St. Patrick's day is on a Thursday this year and I am going to be missing out on the festivities. Why? Cause I'm on fucking meds. DAMN IT!! There's a party right after and all I"m going to be doing is being the DD, which I don't mind cause I"m going to be partying with my sister who's awesome. BUT STILL!!!!
To top it all off, I look like a chipmunk. A LITERAL CHIPMUNK!! I'm brown with puffy cheeks and black hair and large eyes. All I have to do now is climb up trees and get some fucking nuts. MY LIFE IS SO OVER AT LEAST FOR THE TIME BEING.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Spring Break: Now & Later (not the candy)
Oh Spring Break. When I was a kid, it meant playing outside, seeing friends and having a grand ole time. Now, it means catching up on hw, projects and unfinished matters of life. OR, like last year, it means GOING ON AN AWESOME CRUISE WITH AWESOME BROWNIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Last year, I went on a cruise with my brown friends to the enchanted and tropical Cozumel, Mexico. It was a fantastic time. We starting planning the trip the previous summer. After putting down part of the deposit, choosing shore excursions, buying plane tickets to Miami where the cruise actually leaves from and cashing in my refund check from school to pay for personal expenses on the cruise itself I WAS ALL SET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unfortunately, the spring break itself did not start out jolly. I had a midterm the Wednesday before spring break started and my prof told us the project we had put off all semester was going to be due the first Sunday of spring break...LAME!!!! So after not sleeping for 2 days, combined with shopping with my cousin for bathing suits and cute clothes, I finished my project and and rushed off to pack and sleep for all of two hours before getting up at the ass crack of dawn to leave for the air port.
All of us landed safe and sound in Miami. After baggage claim, all of us boarded the bus to go to the port where the cruise would be taking off from. We went through security checks and took tons of "hey-look-at-our-once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity-trip-as-broke-ass-college-students" pictures, we finally boarded the ship!!
For some reason, the customs people on the boat decided to confiscate my suitcase. All three of them found their suitcases just fine but mine was like the Where's Waldo? of luggage. I later came to find out the boat people do not allow electronics on board so they confiscated 2 of my power strips and I could get them back only when the cruise ended. Damn Homeland Security thinking I was going to plug in my bomb on the boat and blow everyone up!! Oh well, so no one could charge their cameras and cell phones simultaneously. Whateves.
Despite random setbacks, our jolly journey continued. We snorkeled, rode on a dune buggy, laid out on the beach, went to fancy dinners and of course got drunk (the most important part). I wore a bikini for the very first time and have never felt so exposed in my life. Well, I was born naked but much like a Playboy bunny I was too young to care.
Exactly one year later, I am sitting in the office I work at at school looking out at the oh so bleak Michigan weather wondering why the sun isn't shining. But then I remember: it's Michigan. Oh well at least I have great memories to cherish with great friends. That's all that matters, despite the fact that my camera broke after it got infected with sand. Hopefully, we can have a reunion sometime in the summer and get drunk and reminisce :)
Last year, I went on a cruise with my brown friends to the enchanted and tropical Cozumel, Mexico. It was a fantastic time. We starting planning the trip the previous summer. After putting down part of the deposit, choosing shore excursions, buying plane tickets to Miami where the cruise actually leaves from and cashing in my refund check from school to pay for personal expenses on the cruise itself I WAS ALL SET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Unfortunately, the spring break itself did not start out jolly. I had a midterm the Wednesday before spring break started and my prof told us the project we had put off all semester was going to be due the first Sunday of spring break...LAME!!!! So after not sleeping for 2 days, combined with shopping with my cousin for bathing suits and cute clothes, I finished my project and and rushed off to pack and sleep for all of two hours before getting up at the ass crack of dawn to leave for the air port.
All of us landed safe and sound in Miami. After baggage claim, all of us boarded the bus to go to the port where the cruise would be taking off from. We went through security checks and took tons of "hey-look-at-our-once-in-a-lifetime-opportunity-trip-as-broke-ass-college-students" pictures, we finally boarded the ship!!
For some reason, the customs people on the boat decided to confiscate my suitcase. All three of them found their suitcases just fine but mine was like the Where's Waldo? of luggage. I later came to find out the boat people do not allow electronics on board so they confiscated 2 of my power strips and I could get them back only when the cruise ended. Damn Homeland Security thinking I was going to plug in my bomb on the boat and blow everyone up!! Oh well, so no one could charge their cameras and cell phones simultaneously. Whateves.
Despite random setbacks, our jolly journey continued. We snorkeled, rode on a dune buggy, laid out on the beach, went to fancy dinners and of course got drunk (the most important part). I wore a bikini for the very first time and have never felt so exposed in my life. Well, I was born naked but much like a Playboy bunny I was too young to care.
Exactly one year later, I am sitting in the office I work at at school looking out at the oh so bleak Michigan weather wondering why the sun isn't shining. But then I remember: it's Michigan. Oh well at least I have great memories to cherish with great friends. That's all that matters, despite the fact that my camera broke after it got infected with sand. Hopefully, we can have a reunion sometime in the summer and get drunk and reminisce :)
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