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....Is fun yet ridiculously boring.

That is all.
P.S. I hate my roommate.

Last night, I came home at about 10 P.M. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and went into my room. I was putting things away when I looked at my bookbag and saw what I would never mistake for anything else. The legs of a centipede. I immediately did some sort of weird jumping twirl in the air. I grabbed the nearest can of Raid and began spraying everywhere. The centipede fully emerged from the wrinkle in my bookbag, exposing it's true size. (About two inches, but boy was it ugly and fast.) It ran behind a pile of books, which I sprayed. It ran up the wall and I sprayed again. It fell to the ground and ran into my messy closet.

Now, if anyone knows anything about me, they would know that I'm incredibly terrified of centipedes. If I saw one in the house, I wouldn't sleep until I saw it dead. So seeing one run into my cluttered closet pretty much made me feel like crying.

But I had a centipede to kill, so I lit four double strength incense and put them in my closet. I waited about ten minutes, but nothing happened. I moved a couple of boxes around and saw it peeking out from under the closet door. I unleashed half a can of Raid under the door, and after a few more minutes, slid the door open to see it dead and drenched in bug spray.

Then I paid my sister to clean it up.

Does anyone have any methods on getting rid of centipedes? I don't think all this bug poison in the house is good for the family.

As of Thursday, I will be Best Western's newest pool boy. And it's one of those jobs where you don't do ANYTHING. I just sit there all day watching movies on my computer, and yelling at little kids every now and then. Man it's gonna be sweet.

Someone also graduated high school.

Bring it on!

Well, I got my wisdom teeth removed today. (DAYUM!)
All four of them. (DAYUM!)
They were all beneath the gum. (DAYUM!)

That's how my class views it.

So about an entire hour after I got to the office, I finally got called in to this room that smelled strongly of rubbing alcohol. There were also about fifty sharp tools but wow did it smell like rubbing alcohol. I sat in a reclining chair, staring at the white room, admiring how clean and organized it was. I thought to myself, "Maybe today could turn out to be good."

Then a woman, wearing a blue outfit, who I presumed to be a nurse, walked in and said, "You probably think this is going to be an easy day for you. Well you're wrong. You get to sit here, strapped to this chair, and get your wisdom teeth ripped from their bloody sockets by an oral surgeon. And after that, you'll experience what will be known as your worst day ever! Ha, ha!”

Well, maybe she didn't say that, but dentists, orthodontists and oral surgeons must find it fun making everyone's life miserable.

A while later, the big boss guy came in and hooked me up to a machine and stuck a needle in my vain. This must have been laughing gas because I sure was finding everything quite amusing.

After making a hoot out of the questions the doctor asked me, someone slipped a gas mask-like thing over my nose and said something about oxygen. I noticed that the "oxygen" really didn't smell like oxygen. I was complimenting the doctor on the "groovy smelling" oxygen and was about to say "Hey this isn't oxygen," but I blacked out.

I woke up a while later to find the doctor sitting on me, touching naughty areas on my body.

Ok, maybe I made that up too.

But I did wake up a while later in the recovery room to find my mouth full of gauze and to see my sister staring at me. I felt pretty wasted and I think I might have said something about marijuana really loud so that everyone outside could hear me. Anyway, I kept dozing on and off for the next hour or so.

My dad finally called my sister to have us meet him outside. I drunkly made my way outside and stood there, on the verge of throwing up blood everywhere. I got home and I passed out on my bedroom floor, and stayed there for four hours. When I woke up, I made some food and took my many pills. They make me look like Matthew Perry four years ago. One pill's an antibiotic, one eases pain but from what I hear, it just makes you feel really, really wasted. And one supposedly reduces swelling, but I really doubt it works considering I have the same jaw as Bruce Wayne in the 1992 animated series of Batman.


See.

Earlier tonight I decided to go to a party with friends where I got into a fistfight with someone who accidentally hit me in the mouth even though I had forewarned him of my surgery.

Ok, that’s not true either.

All in all, getting my teeth removed wasn't too bad. The only bad part is getting over the drugs they inject in you. The bleeding pretty much completely stopped after two hours, and I don't feel any pain. Maybe the drugs are still active, but once the pain starts kicking in, I'm sure some prescribed drugs can ease it. Bacardi 151 ain't got jack on a hefty dose of hydrocodone.

From what I heard, this procedure carried a pretty hefty price tag. I wonder if vets do it for cheaper.

Well, today I received even more good teeth-related news. I need all four of my wisdom teeth removed! And what's even better is my wisdom teeth aren't done growing yet, so they're pulling it from the bone. Huzzah!

I talked to a few friends who have had their wisdom teeth pulled, and they told me about their horrific experiences and described all the pain and blood involved. I almost crapped my pants. Maybe I did, but I'm too scared to care right now. Who the hell invented teeth anyway?

Hopefully I can find a morphine dealer at school tomorrow.

Congratulations on your team's accomplishment. I'm sure it was a thrill. I didn’t boo them, but I wasn't rooting for them to win either. Not because I hate them, but because of their “fans.” In my opinion, Sox fans are more concerned in having bragging rights. It seems as if most “fans” are only “fans” because they hate the Cubs.

Seriously, what is wrong with you White Sox “fans?” It seems like all you care about is being superior to the Cubs. You'd think that Sox fans would have been busy celebrating their team’s win last night, but no. A lot of them found posting insults on the official Chicago Cubs message board was more important. It just goes to show that they’re more concerned about the Cubs losing than they are about their team winning. What a shameful way to represent your team.

After a magical season and a World Series victory all you guys seem to be doing is showing off and sticking it to us Cub fans how you guys have made it and won. So let me ask you this: Did you guys want to win just for that? Just to shove it in our faces? Well if so, that's pretty pathetic. Celebrate your victory the right way, by cheering along with other Sox fans and enjoying the championship. Not by using this victory to bully the Cub fans. Your team wins 1 in 88 years. Big deal.

There’s also the bandwagon fans who have never followed or rooted for the White Sox, and all of a sudden are joining in and cheering just because the Sox are in the World Series. And they try to make it seem like they've been waiting for so many years. Yeah, right. Where were you on opening day? Where were you last year or the year before that? Don't just root for a team because they're in the World Series! Unless you've been a Sox fan forever, and not since last week and just last night, don't root for them and pretend to be a fan who has been waiting for a championship your entire life.

Just because the White Sox won the World Series doesn’t mean I’m going to convert into a Sox fan as a lot of Cubs fans did. I don’t care about which team is more popular. I don’t care if the Sox become Chicago’s best team. I’m a Cubs fan, not a Chicago teams fan. When it comes down to the Sox and Cubs, I will always root for the Cubs regardless of who’s better. Sticking with a team and keeping faith through the highs and lows of a franchise despite whatever happens is what being a fan is all about. I may cheer for a losing team, but I decided to support them, and I’m not abandoning them just because another team’s doing better than them. They may break your heart every season, but just enjoy the games for win or lose and hope they do better next year. Their time will eventually come.

And a sincere congratulations to the real Sox fans out there. I’m happy for you. Your team deserved it. The eight of you enjoy the parade tomorrow, and don’t litter. Or seven. The mayor probably won’t litter.

It rained this morning and everything outside is quite nice. Not in the springy "everything is fresh and growing and colorful!" way, but in the "everything is soggy and wet" way that everybody should enjoy. Unless they're outside. Suckers.

Summer officially ends in three days. Then coldness and depression begins. Yay!

...is freaking hard. I've had more homework this week than all of last year. And I think I'm turning into a psychology nerd. The other night, I spent two hours taking notes for fun. Hopefully the teachers are trying to make us think senior year isn't all easy and whatnot.

Also, I was offered marijuana by my sister yesterday.

Yikes.

And I had a really hard time sleeping last night. Got about two hours of sleep. So I'm downing espressos now. God, this summer went by too fast.