Good morning, sunshine!

[raven]

So, my dentist thinks I'm stressed.
I had to ride my bike to the dentist because both my beloved parents are AWOL, two miles in freezing cold and driving rain, getting drenched by passing cars and lorries who couldn't hear me swearing at them over the noise of the puddles spraying everywhere, and he thinks I'm stressed.
Apparently, it's unlikely my teeth are moving back as I'd thought. He thinks that due to stress, I may be grinding my teeth in my sleep, which is hard to diagnose, he said, "Because you're asleep!"
Sarcasm aside, he's not a bad guy, for a dentist. He has really cool hair. (I think that last sentence was a misguided thing to say - seems to reek of OMG-what-a-fucking-shallow-teenager-am-I-lol?!!111!!!.)
I have to find out who my orthodontist was six years ago. All I can remember is he was based in Hamilton Square, which isn't exceedingly helpful. But the cool-hair-dentist-guy was very nice about it, and sent me back to the reception to give them that little card thing. The receptionists seemed to think I was cute - "She's only fifteen - look at her little red gloves!")
To go on. It's very hard to convincingly describe what it is like to ride two miles in the rain, because there are centres of the human brain that block memories of pain, so the shock of it will be just as intense next time. Blame God for this bit of trickery.
Anyway, I was going to have a shower now, but I don't think I really have the time or inclination. My hair is in a bit of a state, but as soon as it's tied up and soaked with rainwater, I don't think anyone will notice. And besides, I have to be at the self-serve ticket machine in Liverpool Central Station by one, to meet snowdrop24, who was supposed to be revising today, but has decided to help me buy stuff.
Last night is a bit of a blur. Em and I have been described by purplerainbow as "nocturnal creatures" and this reminds me of the nights during the summer where we stayed up until the small hours of the morning, putting together Paradise Lost.
So, it's a quarter to twelve now. I should aim to leave at twelve.
And it's still raining.

Comments

[tygermoonfoxx.livejournal.com]

The rainwater, assuming it isn't horribly polluted or acid, is actually good for your hair. When (if? It sounds like you're about to drown!) your hair dries, it will leave it silky and soft....unless, like me, you have curly hair. Then you'd better get used to looking like you stuck your finger in a light socket. Urf, I end up looking like Little Orphan Annie because my hair is RED on top of being frizzed.

Dentists I hate with a passion, no matter how nice and how gentle. I hate going and I hate having my teeth cleaned (which has to be done every three months because of medical complications). They don't give local anaesthetic when they do 'em either :( which they should because it HURTS.

You're only fifteen? It sure doesn't show in your writing.

I'm going to lose myself in Paradise Lost now; I love SG-1 and its fanfiction.

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[loneraven.livejournal.com]

My hair is straight. Metre rule straight. And in the end, I decided to wash it! I ran out of the house with wet hair, so I will probably catch pneumonia.....

My dentist is a charmer. No other explanation for it - little old ladies request him specifically.

I hope you enjoy Paradise Lost - it was updated in the small hours of this morning(!)
And I was sure I put my age in my review request - although I did say I didn't mind how old my reviewer was, so maybe that's it...
(Guessing you're older than me, then!)

[tygermoonfoxx.livejournal.com]

LOL I'm thirty-one years old but with the heart of a kid. The age actually wasn't passed on to me; I knew you were in high school from your journal entries but assumed you were a junior or senior. That's quite a mind you have there!

I'm enjoying Paradise Lost; it has some quality fiction on it. It's too bad that fanfiction can't really be published *pouts*