Tuesday.

Tomorrow is Tuesday.
Today is Tuesday.
Weird how that works...
I'm kind of trapped in a land of no time right now.
In a few hours light will suddenly be everywhere.
And then I will conclude that it is time to sleep.
But probably not until then.

But, uh, tomorrow I have a check up with the oral surgeon.
I scheduled for tomorrow because my mom usually has off that day, and so I thought, "Boy, wouldn't it be convenient to have a parental unit there with me!" Hmm. No such luck.
So I'ma take the bus down and be all super grown up about it.

It's times like these when I wonder why I have to go through the motions of another year of structured high school life.
Like, really.
What could they possibly teach me in a year that I will need for the next 1-80 birthdays of mine.

I just need a job.
Then I could say all that and more without sounding irresponsible and childish.
So I will keep my mouth shut till then.

And this year actually did go by pretty fast, you know. I even remember what I did this weekend 365 days ago.
Dad's wedding/fourth of July funness with my sister/brother-in-law/niece at Gas Works.
Hopefully this year goes along equally as fast.

Oh good Lord, I still need to take my SAT's. That's definitely of high importance.
I also found out Greenville's requirements.

Pertaining but not limited to:

1. Being in the top 50% of your class
2. 3.0 gpa? Maybe it was 2.5? Somewhere in there
3. SAT with an 825

So far (if you do infact need a 3.0) I have yet to accomplish a single one of those.
I'm hoping this year to change all that, though.
If Greenville says, "We don't want you", then Jamie will say, "Fine. I didn't want to use your beautiful musical equipment anyways."
And that will be the end of that.

I will then acquire a full time job and save enough money till I can buy a cool van and ride around with no particular destination.

Basically it's a win-win-win (to quote the Office) situation for me.

BOOKS

I've started reading Fitzgerald's The Beautiful And Damned. It is quite good so far. Which was to be expected. Obviously if I've read all of This Side Of Paradise and enjoyed it, then I'm going to think anything else he writes is thrilling.
Haha, but I'm 180 pages in all basically all that's happened is two people (who you knew from the start by reading the back of the book) got married.
You also learn from the back of the book that their marriage fails due to alcohol.
The whole plot of a 300 and something paged novel is summed up in one tiny paragraph.
And yet I continue to choose to read it.
Something must be wrong with me.
I think here is where a quote like, "It's the journey, not the destination" or "The journey is the destination" applies.

WISDOM (teeth)

...are doing wonderfully now!
No pain hardly at all.
I even ate pizza today.
Although it was really, really, soft.
Best thing I've eaten all week.
Olive Garden's Chicken Alfrado Pizza, ftw.

I'm scared that they are going to think my teeth/mouth are really disgusting when they seem them tomorrow, though.
There will be much flossing, rising with salt water, and brushing of teeth before I leave.

There is a 1:17pm bus, and my appointment is at 1:40, and I think it takes like, 15 or so minutes to get there depending on the traffic on the speedway...so I should be good. I might have to walk quite a ways though. Ah, well.
It will be the most I've done for a week.

Its time for an....

ADVENTURE

Indeed. Definately time for an adventure.
I'm desperate enough to even venture into the land of downtown Seattle by myself. But that, most likey, would be:

1. Stupid
2. Boring

So, for the time being, a trip to the oral surgeon will have to suffice.
My friends chose the week I'm recovering to go on a hike and go to Seattle.
Bah.
I will just have to orchestrate something magnificent then, next week.

....Hah! What a joke.
I can't orchestrate anything, let alone something magnificent.

RANDOM

I'm really tempted to stay up another hour till 4:12 just to listen to that song during that time.
Not really sure yet if I'm that lame.
Actually...pretty sure I am.
Pretty sure I've done that before.
...on several occasions.
Which, amoungst other things, has brought me to the rather sad conclusion that I have no life.
Yet.
I have no life yet.
Don't you lose hope in me yet, my folky friends.
Reserve that endearment for me when I'm 45 and still live in this god forsaken vitimin D vacuum of a state.

Hmm. That's harsh.
Sometimes I adore it here.
And I'm glad this is where I grew up.
I think I'm glad.....
Not really sure what growing up anywhere else would be like...so nevermind.

But I am D-O-N-E, yes that's the word for me.
(b-i-b-l-e, yes that's the books for me...ahhh, punny.)

I should start painting again.
But with painting I need a clear picture and a story to go behind what I'm doing or else it takes me 5 months and still doens't make my heart leap.
Pictures I paint/draw are the one thing I find satisfaction in doing and seeing the finshed product.
I never hate something I paint.
In a twisted way that kind of rhymed.

VICODIN

Yay for pain meds...?
I suppose so.
The first two days I took them, they didn't affect me at all. They just took the pain away. But the last two days I've used them, they've given me the funniest feeling in my head.
Yesterday it didn't last as long as it did today.
And I am sorry for the unfortunate people who were in communication with me that 2 hours of fuzzy feelings.
I was definately out of it. My head felt really heavy, but floaty at the same time, and everything was kind of tingly.

And now it's worn off and given me a surge of energy.
There's still no pain in my mouth though, except the bruise thing that appeared one morning.
(on chirstmas day in the morning.....bah, random song moment)

And now I fear the lateness (or earlyness) of the hour is affected my brain, and as a result, my fingers as well, meaning I am only continuing to type because I greatly enjoy the feeling of the keys clicking under my apendages, and I love the sound it makes.

"Clickity, click, click, oh how we love to spell out the words you are thinking. We are here to serve you, friend. Just keep pressing away. We promise not to fade! Give us a parade!" is kind of what they are saying to me. If you were curious.

That's also why I like the piano.
I've never been formally tought how to play, but I can sit there for an hour and just press keys and make chords, and it sounds like music.
So many pretty colors and shapes in my head. It's a joyous occasion.
And it lives in my family room downstairs.
...where I wish I could move into.
I'd have my own bathroom.
Well, I have my own bathroom now. But it's not in my room like it would be if I lived downstairs.
And I'd have the piano in it, and a view of our jungley backyard, and a view of the front yard, and a desk, and losts of floor space, and two closets. Once super cool one that is underneath the stairs.
And I wouldn't have to sleep with my window open because it's always chilly down there.
Maybe I could make like those retired bird people who live in Washington in the Summer and Arizona in the Winter.
I could live in my upstairs room for the winter/part of Fall, and then migrate down south of the stairs during the warmer months.
Oh, I'd be such a happy camper.

I've ranted myself to sleep.

Night.

JK