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Oct. 21st, 2002 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ravenSo, 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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 bypurplerainbow 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.
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.
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on 2002-10-21 11:20 am (UTC)I'm enjoying Paradise Lost; it has some quality fiction on it. It's too bad that fanfiction can't really be published *pouts*