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Dentist
Thursday. 12.21.06 5:35 pm
I must say, I really do like dentist appointments. Here are a few glimpses of me getting a cavity filled.

I was getting into the chair, and there was a girl next to me. I'm not sure if she was older or younger than me because she was a bit sideways. She was on recovery from the laughing gas. I told her, "Gas is fun, isn't it?" She gave me the weirdest look.

They were playing Frosty the Snowman's song on the speakers, and I was incredibly interested in the kite hanging from the ceiling. (This is about three minutes into the gas) I slightly remember that when the song got to the, "Hippity-Hop-Hop" part I almost thought that the DJ was playing with it and this was a remix. Then I concentrated really hard and thought, "Oh. Nevermind."

I don't know what they played next, because as hard as I tried all I could hear was some sort of wailing, my heartbeat, and gas whistling in a tube beside my ear.

The waves of numbness made me think I was....*ahem*....going to poke the nurse. But I didn't, thank God. For those who have no idea what I mean, here's a few hints. I can't really control it. It'd be worse cause I'm layed back. You never want to do it in the showers at P.E.

Never, EVER try holding your breath when you're high on laughing gas. I noticed that the nurse was chatting about something with a few other nurses. She was just hanging around me, but kind of ignoring me. I decided to check to see if she'd notice if I passed out. I also wanted to see if I would have the urge to breath, that horrible feeling in your lungs. I didn't, but the nurse did notice my lips turn blue.

When the doctor first came over, I said in my best Mitch Hedburg, "Wow, my lips are really numb."

Once when the doctor was drilling he knocked the gas mask a bit askew. I said, "WHOA!" He stopped and asked me what was wrong. I set the nose piece right again and said, "OK, we're good." The doc and nurse got a good laugh out of that.

You know you curse on the net too much when everytime you type "gas" it comes out "gass" and you have to go back and fix it. I took a while to figure out why I was typing extra S's, but by the third time I figured it out.

That is all, my friends. That is all.

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Random Stuff From Life
Tuesday. 12.19.06 5:24 pm
It's about that time. Time where I update! Here are a few things I've been wanting to say...

I don't really like oranges.



However, I do really like orange juice.



Guess who finally got conacts? ME!! Yup. All of a sudden I have "pretty eyes". (That's what a group of girls told me today.) I'm really happy, and they really don't bug me that much.

In other news, we had a poetry reading in Creative Writing today. I read my free-verse, and it was a nice break from the sad or emotional poems everyone else was reading. It was a very nice hit. We got to bring our parents, and we ate and drank in class. I also worked the camera because it was going to be taped so the teacher could worry about grading the presentations later. I stumbled a little bit on one part, but over all I think i did pretty well. Then someone's mom told her daughter "That boy has pretty eyes," or something, and all of a sudden a little group wanted me to look at them. That made my day.

I'm trying to not type "LOL". I'm so used to it...it's what I put when I think something is funny, even if I'm not laughing out loud. After the last line of the last paragraph, I wanted so badly to type "LOL". Does anyone have something to replace it with? Because I also don't want to type "haha", or anything like that. I would use a smiley, but those who read my blog from my AIM profile wouldn't be able to see it. Maybe ":D" or something?

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Appearences
Wednesday. 12.13.06 12:00 am
The talk in the shout box reminded me of this girl at my school. Her name...well, let's keep that a secret. Anyway, I've known her since....third grade? Before? Sometime in elementary.

We were really never friends. I was the social outcast of sorts...I made pretty good grades back then, and that set me apart. She was the cheerleader brand...really popular, I guess, and she could be a real snob. At least, that's how I remember her. While I was doing some sort of funny skit in the Talen Show, she'd do a gymastic routine. After a while this is all that remained of contact. Of course, that just isn't my thing, and I was bored with it, and that probably influenced how I thought of her. In fourth grade, I stopped thinking about her. Kind of like when you were young. I, for one, didn't think of sex or anything like that. I've watched Ants, a family favorite, recently, and I noticed all the cussing. What the heck? I also appeared to have censored out thoughts of nudity, which I also NOW recal.

Anyway, she disappeared. This year, she sits behind me in first period. We didn't talk much, but my personailty is a bit more pronounced these days. Now we talk some. She puts up with me, and I figure I'd have gotten beaten up by now if she didn't. I MAY have taken advantage of her laid back personality a few times, as I've been known to do.

BACK TO THE POINT! (I'm rambling.) She was showing some pictures a few days ago, and that girl was pretty chubby. I mean, I said, "Wow, that is NOT how I remember you..." (cause remember, she'd dropped out of my head un-noticed.)

She openly admitted to getting chubby (when she quit gymnastics for a year). She wasn't obsessing over it, but when I said, "Hey chubby" before school she just grinned. She's pretty cool with it. She thinned back out, of course.

There's no real point to this story.

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Definitely Here
Saturday. 12.9.06 11:13 am
Well, winter has definitely gotten down to South Carolina. Yesterday on the way inside at school, I felt like I was actually being pushed around by the cold. Trust me, it feels weird. So yeah, it's pretty cold out here, with everyone complaining all the time.

But my house is a tempertaute war-zone. In some rooms it's just a bit cool. Some are completely closed off, so you walk into one and the heat hits you like a wave. It isn't even humid, just hot. And of course, there is a room or two that are so cold. No reason, but nobody ever goes into the play room in the back of the room. It is plain frigid.

My toes are notorious for poor blood flow. This is the time of the year that I have to make sure I don't get frostbite, or gangrene or something aweful. At least two of my toes are perpetually numb and blue. This makes swimming interesting, of course. Birthday on the 30th, by the way. Whee!

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