| | I really wish I was SLEEPING right now, as any normal person would be. But nope, guess what? I'm sitting here eating goldfish crackers (cheddar, in case you were wondering lmao), and drinking diet Pepsi. It's 4:13 AM. I have to be awake at a decent hour tomorrow and not spend half the day napping. The past week or so my sleeping patterns have been off the fucking wall. Like, I'm lucky if I get half an hour of sleep some nights before work. Then I come home and crash almost immediately. Not fun, but I can't seem to fall asleep at night. It's not that I'm depressed, or anythings wrong because... I'm fine? I'm actually pretty damn content these days! But I just sit up thinking about the most random shit. Things I should update about, what I'll wear the next day, chores, etc. Anything and everything that I can think of, I do. And it takes away from my sleep time. Only when my eyes can no longer keep themselves open on their own do I pass out.
Tomorrow is one of my brothers' shows. Should be fun, to an extent. Seeing him perform is always cool, as well as hanging out with my cousin and her boyfriend before and during the show, but the other bands are most likely going to suck. I have no fucking clue what I'm wearing either. I kind of want to bum it out and wear pj pants but...it's a bar setting and all. I wanna kinda look nice I guess too. I did have my outfit perfectly planned out but I feel too much like a whale currently to wear it.  I guess I'll save it for another occasion. Not this weekend. Fuck you, ovaries.
I watched Not Another Teen Movie tonight! I think this was the first time in like three years I've actually seen the movie in it's entirety (is that a word?!) rather than just catching the end. It was on VH1 though and I was definitely in a Chris Evans mood. When am I not? He's delicious. Mmm. Speaking of films I need to finish watching John Tucker Must Die. It was ridiculously stupid from where I left off, yet at the same time it was funny as well. Movies like that always amuse me. There are so many that are exactly the same, yet slightly different details make them funny and capture you enough to make you enjoy it.
My mouth hurts now from chewing. Damn stitches. I really can't complain though, I haven't had much pain at all? It just goes to show what kind of tolerance I have for pain I guess. Some people bitch and moan when they get teeth pulled, and here I got a wisdom tooth pulled, and infected one even, and I FELT it as they ripped it out. My mouth was numb, but I guess not all the nerves they pulled from? Who knows. Yet...here I am going on two days later, and I've survived with almost no painkillers. I took the ibuprofen extra strength twice, which I probably could've gotten away with taking Tylenol. I just figured I would be in a lottt more pain than I was. I have an entire bottle of vicodin as well, which is going straight to the trash I suppose because I don't need or want it. Haven't touched it and don't plan on it. I can't believe people even get that shit prescribed for teeth being pulled?! And twenty dosages worth? Christ. Yet we wonder how people get so easily addicted. Pft. Dentists hand them out like candy. Well, I'm off for tonight I suppose. Enough of my rambling.
P.S. Mango Frozen Sorbet is heaven. |
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