Haha, I'm only on the first track so far, but I appreciate the little musical nod to Ravel's Bolero. I love things that are grand. {g}
Pet peeve #568 of mine: People who think that if you drink diet soda, you must be on a diet. Bite me. It isn't always true. I say this, because I heard this dude today bitching about how diet cola is the devil. He said, "it doesn't quench my thirst. I can drink it, and I'm still thirsty." Yeah, um, you lie, mister. And the kid he was talking to said, "Does it even work?" Work? Well, it works in the sense that is has fewer calories. I think the kid thought that maybe drinking it would cause the loss of weight, which is nuts. Then the guy, who wasn't even talking to me, mind you, further annoyed my pants off by saying, "I can't stand the people who go to a buffet, load up on food, and then put artificial sweetener in their coffee." Arrr! I could go in so many directions with that. I might say that they do it because they think it tastes better. I drink Diet Coke everyday, because I think it tastes better. Regular Coke is okay in small doses, but it makes my teeth feel weird. Or I might say that we cut down where we can. People are dumb. I eat whatever I want all the time, I drink Diet Coke everyday, and I look foxy. Two out of three are true. {g}
Thanksgiving was pleasant. At most, I think there were 23 people here, which was a fairly good turnout for a family dinner. I talked to Alyssa and Mark, and I'd seem very little of either of them this year, so that was cool. Alyssa's taken some accounting classes, and she seemed to think it was a good idea for me to go back to school and major in it. I like Thanksgiving. Now it is Christmastime, and I like Christmastime a whole lot. In fact, I just tired my jaw out by playing the clarinet for about 75 minutes. I really haven't picked it up much at all in the last six months, which is why my mouth got tired, but I kept on keepin' on or whatever. I played only Christmas songs to help myself feel all Christmasy.
I haven't been online much this week, and the reason for that is because I now have a job. Isn't that weird? My orientation was this past Sunday, and my first day of work was Monday. Today was my fourth day of work. I'm all paranoid, so I won't say where, but I will say that I work at a store. I chose a backroom position. The good part of this is that I do not have to deal with customers at all. I don't think that at any point, I'll ever be forced to do cashiering. I don't want to be a cashier, but I kind of feel like I should learn to use a cash register. The bad part is that some days the job is really tiring. On Monday and Tuesday, my entire day consisted of lugging boxes up a very tall ladder, and that's not something I'm accustomed to. I was really scared at first, but then I got used to it and then I got tired. Yesterday I slashed boxes open with a razorblade (and yes I was afraid I'd cut myself, but no, I didn't do it), and today I scanned a million little items. I don't mind it, but I do sometimes hate getting up early for it. I'm not used to that. I'm also very sorry that it's going to cause me to miss volunteering twice. I'm 24, and this is my first real job. I'm so old to be having a first job, sheesh. But this is a job I could get, and that's mostly good enough. Now, hopefully, I'll be able to buy Christmas presents, and take my cat to the vet, and pay back the money I owe and then put away a little money to use to enroll in a summer accounting class.
posted by Beth at 10:50:00 PM
Thursday, November 27, 2003
Happy Thanksgiving, dudes.
I mean to write more, but will I ever feel like it?
posted by Beth at 1:51:00 PM
Saturday, November 22, 2003
Guess what I got in the mail today. This scarf! Erika made it. She makes other fine products as well, but they are apparently all sold out. It's very soft and pretty. I shall wear it, when I go out from now on. :) Nathan bought it for me, because I have no bread, but I will soon pay his ass back for it.
I had really wanted to learn to crochet (like Erika) or knit (like Tavie), and they both learned, and I didn't, and now they both make things all the damn time, and all I do is waste space. Boo-ah.
Well, not entirely. Today I did such things as take a drug test and get an application from school, so that I might go back there next year.
posted by Beth at 7:24:00 PM
This afternoon, I woke up after having the weirdest dream. It started out with me relaxing in the kitchen in the chair/bathtub (but I was not nude in the kitchen!) I fashioned out of our oven. Then I left the house to do my favorite thing in the whole wide world. Crawling around in circles in the leaves near my Aunt Helen's house. She lives next door (in real life and in the dream), so it was easy to get to. I had this little round path that wound around some trees and sometimes it went around her whole house and sometimes not. The change was not noticeable in the dream. So I'd crawl around in circles on my hands and knees in the dream. Everyday. For hours. Until it got dark outside. It was the best thing I could possibly do with my whole life. It gave me serenity and purpose, and it was like a hobby and an addiction. I'd think, "I'll just crawl around one more time. No, two more times! I'll stop after this, I swear!" I mean, I just loved it. Dorothea came over, and I tried to explain to her that crawling around was the best thing in the world. She even obliged me by crawling around five or six times. She said it was okay, but I think she was totally lying about it. I don't think she saw in it what I saw. That was pretty much the entire dream. When I woke up, I felt really empty and sad that, in real life, I didn't have a little crawl trail or anything that I enjoyed that much in my life. Weird. This might have been the most fulfilling dream I've ever had in my life.
posted by Beth at 7:15:00 PM
My birthday was fun. I got some nice presents, and I do love presents. {g} Last night, Uncle John, Nathan, and I went to dinner at Ruby Tuesdays and then we went to Atlantic City. Uncle John gambled and lost, while Nathan and I walked from the Showboat to the Boardwalk Hall for the Elton John show. I'd never been to a venue that size in my whole life. The Boardwalk Hall is where the Atlantic City hockey games and boxing matches are held and where the Miss America pageant either was or is still held. We were almost as far away as we could possibly be, but at least we were in the center. We were maybe five rows from the absolute last row, and I kind of thought it was funny that people behind us were saying, "These seats are pretty good!" because as soon as we'd found our seats and sat down, I said, "These seats suck!" {g} But that's okay. I mean, I couldn't afford better seats, and I was just glad to be there. There was a screen, but it was pretty small (considering the size of the whole place) and the lights made it hard to see anyway. What I did like about the venue was the stadium seating. I like when there's no possibility that someone's head will be in your way.
Anyway, Elton John is super awesome. {g} The setlist contained mostly hits, but I was expecting that. My favorites were probably "Funeral For a Friend" with "Love Lies Bleeding," "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues," "Take Me to the Pilot," "Harmony," "I Want Love"... Okay, I am naming too many songs. Instead, I will say that if I could strike any two songs from the setlist, they would have been "Candle in the Wind" and "Crocodile Rock." I may love Elton John, but I am no lover of those songs. {g} Actually, I might have liked them better, if they were maybe less known, you know? But those songs easily received the biggest response from the audience. People even held up lighters during "Candle in the Wind" which was bizarre, yet cool to see.
I want to continue my point that at every concert I see, people are insane. The guy who sat next me, for instance. He was there with his wife and a little girl, who was maybe eight or nine years old. The little girl was obviously really excited to be there. She had a little sign with her, and she was wearing a weird silver hat and crazy sunglasses. I briefly talked to the guy about how boxing matches and hockey games are usually at the place, and he seemed nice enough. But anyway, the show begins and it is excellent and everything. Eventually, Elton plays "Rocket Man," so what does this guy do? He whips out his cell phone and calls his brother. (?!) And he says, "Yeah, he's playing 'Rocket Man' right now. Can you hear it? He's still playing it. 'I think it's gonna be a long, long time.'" I thought that was totally crazy. Later on, Elton played "Tiny Dancer" and the guy called his brother again! What? Also, the dude was playing air piano, which is so super corny, I can't even put it into words. {g} I wish I could remember which song that was during. Maybe it was "Bennie and the Jets"? Also, near the end of the show, during the second encore part, when people were applauding, and everyone had left the stage, the guy said, rather loudly, "Oh, the show's over. Let's go!" and he took his wife and kid and left. But he was such a total liar. I felt all bad, because he made the little girl leave, before hearing "Your Song," which was the last part. He's like those people who think they're beating the traffic, except that I don't think there was a bad traffic situation at all.
But I am nuts for talking so much about that guy. He didn't even ruin the show for me, I just thought he was kind of laughable, and that's why I mention it. The show was really good. I'd wanted to see an Elton John concert since I was 14, and I finally got to, and on my birthday, no less. Whee!
Before the show, I bought a not-so-great $5 keychain, and after the show I bought a $15 mug with the same design. If I don't buy souvenirs, I will collapse from illness, I swear. People were selling bootleg t-shirts outside, and I very nearly bought one on the way out.
The show was 2 hours and 35 minutes long, and we weren't supposed to meet my uncle til midnight, but we got out at about 10:45. He came down there to meet us, and we went back up to the Showboat to meet him, and we missed each other somehow. After we regrouped, I gambled a little. I put $10 in a Wheel of Fortune machine and lost it. Then Uncle John gave me another $10, and I immediately got to spin the wheel and got 150 quarters. I gambled a little more, and eventually I gave him his $10 back, got my own $10 back, and came out $17 ahead, which just about makes up for what I spent at the concert.
It was fun. My birthday was rad. I got rad giftos. I had a rad dinner and saw a rad show. I won a little bit of money. I am 24 years old now. Rad, yo. {g}
posted by Beth at 6:50:00 PM
Saturday, November 15, 2003
The dictionary.com word of the day for my birthday is...
extraneous \ek-STRAY-nee-uhs\, adjective:
1. Coming from or existing on the outside.
2. Introduced from an outside source.
3. Not essential or intrinsic; foreign.
4. Not pertinent to the matter at hand; irrelevant.
I'll bet that's relevant to me in some way. {g}
For my first birthday ever, my mom didn't make me a birthday cake. She bought me a cheesecake. Weird.
posted by Beth at 2:00:00 PM
It's my birthday!!!!1
That means I can do anything, so I'm gonna talk about what I did today and bitch a whole lot, because of my glass-is-half-empty mentality.
Today was supposed to be an exciting day of eating and seeing TMBG and Rasputina and Belle and Sebastian. I did indeed eat and see those people, but lots of things went wrong.
Nathan bought me pre-birthday dinner at Friday's, and that part was tasty and not wrong. Tonight, TMBG had an in-store at Borders for the new book, and then they were to sign stuff. That was supposed to start at 7. Also, we had tickets for Belle and Sebastian with opener Rasputina, and that was to start at 8. The bookstore was like 60 blocks away from the venue, so the plan was to jump onto the subway and take it all the way to the end of the line, which is a block from the venue. We checked and found out that the one time that we need to take the subway someplace, it turns out that part of it is out of service. It would end at 56th, and then there'd be a shuttle to 69th. The bus is a lot slower than the subway, so I got worried. We did a lot of running around (and I got tired, as I am quite out of shape) and trying to figure out the closest subway stop to the Borders.
Now for a craptastic breakdown of stuff.
5:30 We go inside Borders and see that quite a bit of people are there. We sit down, like everyone else is doing. For like an hour, I had to sit there and listen to the annoying guy in front of me with dirty clothes try to force the little baby girl with him to love TMBG and to have a favorite song (and she's two, so how is she going to articulate why "I Am a Grocery Bag" is so great?). Oh and the BEST (by which I mean WORST) part is that this guy is sitting on the floor and his butt crack is out, and I try to look away, but I occasionally see it. Eww, yo.
6:40 Flans comes out and instructs all of us hippies to stand up for the show, so the people in the back (and there was quite a showing) can get closer. Everyone listens, but I gotta say I think it's a bad idea, because standing up pretty much wrecked everyone's view. The little kids were allowed to come to the front, but not all of them did.
7:03 The show starts, and it's pretty awesome and everything. That "Stalk of Wheat" is a neat song, and the Johns were engaging and rad as usual. Flans said "Conshohocken," and I never expected him to say that ever. {g} Probably the funniest part was when they were talking about the upcoming in-stores. They're going to be in Maryland on Sunday, but they couldn't remember the name of the mall. Someone shouted out "White Marsh" or something like that. They couldn't hear what the guy said, and Linnell called it the "white people mall" and Flans said something about Linnell being the controversial one, and Linnell said, "I'm edgy." {g} I took some pictures, but there were so many people in the way that I don't know if they came out at all.
7:40 The show ends, and the signing is supposed to start. People with kids can go to the front, which I agree with. I knew there was no way on earth that I was going to make it to the concert on time. And so many people were waiting, so we had to leave Borders. I was and am really disappointed. I had been looking forward to having them both sign my book and getting to meet them and stuff. And I'd been waiting for an in-store in Philadelphia for the 4+ years I've been a fan, and it's the day before my birthday and everything is all about me. But we had to leave, and I'm sad about that, but I didn't want to miss Rasputina either. So we ran to the subway, and my lung almost fell out of my mouth.
8:05 We were hoping the damn subway would finish its run at 69th Street, because the signs all said that it would until 8. It ended up stopping at 56th, of course, and we had to get on the super slow shuttle, and we eventually got to the Tower Theatre much later than planned.
8:25 We finally get to our seats, which are quite good. I have no idea how much of their set I missed. As much as 25 minutes, I would suppose. The guys right behind us hate Rasputina, and are very noisy about it. :( The remaining 35 minutes of Rasputina's set is very good. They're really great live, and if they'd play a headlining show in Philadelphia, I'd buy tickets right away.
9:00 Rasputina finishes up, and there's an intermission.
9:27 Belle and Sebastian start to play. I realize that I have to come to grips with the fact that every band I like is going to have jerky, obnoxious fans. The guys behind me love Belle and Sebastian very much, and they're very noisy about it. Also, the one guy kicked my seat constantly. Also, a girl two rows behind me kept going "WAAAOOOOOOO!" every 20 or so seconds, like she was set on an alarm. Now, I can put up with the occasional yell, like after a song or when you really like the song the band starts to play, but this girl seriously shrieked every half a minute or so, no matter what was happening on stage. Toward the end, people got up and danced right in front of where we were sitting (we were in the front row, but it was a little tiny side row with only two seats in it). So yeah, people kept coming to dance right in front of us, even though we were sitting down. I kept sticking my feet forward, so some girl would keep stepping on them. It didn't really hurt, and I kind of wanted to remind her of my presence. Not like it mattered to her. But with all that bad crap aside, Belle and Sebastian put on a really, really great show. It was impressive and beautiful and fun and a lot of other positive adjectives. Anyone who has the chance should go see them live. Oh, and in the middle of their set, Rasputina came out and sang Fox in the Snow, and it was super awesome.
11:15 The show ends, and it was a good long show. I am quite certain that we should be able to make the 12:05 bus home. I bought a Rasputina shirt and a Belle and Sebastian poster with the new album cover on it. Then we left the Tower. There were little signs up that said that you could meet Rasputina and everything, and on the way home I kick myself for not doing it. They probably would have signed the shirt I bought, and since I didn't get to meet TMBG, I should have met them, and yet I didn't even check it out, and I have no idea why. I'm an idiot.
The shuttle took forever getting us to 56th. We had to wait for the train to get to 56th Street Station, then once we got on the train, it took awhile before leaving the station. We ended up missing the 12:05 bus out of Philadelphia. The next bus wasn't til 1:50, and that was five minutes late. So I didn't get home til 2:45.
I complain a lot. My evening was fraught with inconvenience. Wah wah wah. The day before my birthday should be better. {/bitching}
On Thursday, our power went out for two hours. That really sucked. Also on that day, Dorothea and I went to the Olive Garden. Then we went back to her house to watch The Exorcist, because she'd never seen it, and because I love it, and I talked it up a whole lot. Thursday was very pleasant aside from the power going out. Oh, and we watched part of that Britney Spears interview, and Britney is a huge trashbox, and I hate her even more than I did before, if that's possible.
Today is MY DAMN 24TH BIRTHDAY (yes, thank you for the kind wishes), I shall go see Elton John in Atlantic City. Bwee!
posted by Beth at 3:55:00 AM
Tuesday, November 11, 2003
One of my Amazon gold box offers was for a $1900 coffee machine (and that was after the discount). Hahaha, Amazon. No wonder I never buy anything in my gold box.
Then another of my gold box items was a camera that was out of stock (presumably because the deal was so good that everyone else got it first), so I couldn't even get it, if I had wanted it (which I didn't).
I started playing Mario Sunshine yesterday. I've only beaten the first two levels. Mario looks silly without his hat. I guess I'd never thought about what he'd look like without it, like it was a permanent fixture or just plain attached to his skull, I don't know.
posted by Beth at 9:18:00 PM
Monday, November 10, 2003
Hmm... okay. Let's try to wrap our heads around this... {g}
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:24 PM]: hey is this beth pierce
Beth J E [2:24 PM]: nope. I am a different Beth
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:24 PM]: where do you live
Beth J E [2:24 PM]: New Jersey
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:25 PM]: do you know richard yator
Beth J E [2:25 PM]: yes. I know everyone in New Jersey. I know 8 million people
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:25 PM]: umm ok
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:25 PM]: and do you know his gf ashley
Beth J E [2:26 PM]: yeah. I'll tell them you say hi
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:26 PM]: nah i don't say hi and i know this is beth pierce too
Beth J E [2:26 PM]: I'm not Beth Pierce, whoever she is
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:26 PM]: just kinda weird...this girl beth i know plays clarinet too...and she used to or still does work at wawa
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:27 PM]: don't you think its weird
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:27 PM]: how ld are you
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:27 PM]: old*
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:28 PM]: well anyway...just let me tell your not good enough for mark...
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:28 PM]: he deserves way better
Beth J E [2:28 PM]: aww, but I love Mark. We are made for each other
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:28 PM]: haha
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:28 PM]: yeah thast cute
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:29 PM]: i'm telling you beth don't let me find out your with him...
Beth J E [2:29 PM]: we are a cute couple, Mark and I
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:29 PM]: yeah couple...
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:29 PM]: good one
Beth J E [2:29 PM]: I'M PREGNANT!!!!!!1
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:29 PM]: lol
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:29 PM]: doubt that
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:29 PM]: i feel sorry for that baby
Beth J E [2:29 PM]: Mark Jr. will be a fine boy
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:29 PM]: lol
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:30 PM]: yeah well i gotta go just want to let ya know...don't let me see you guys together...
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:30 PM]: there might be a little trouble
Beth J E [2:30 PM]: too late. We're going to the Bach social tonight
Beth J E [2:30 PM]: DON'T BE THERE
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:30 PM]: bach social?
Beth J E [2:30 PM]: oh yes
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:31 PM]: yeah ok
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:31 PM]: now i really know your lying
Beth J E [2:31 PM]: my blue ballgown shall impress one and all
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:31 PM]: oh did you find one big enough
Beth J E [2:31 PM]: yes. It's a maternity ballgown
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:32 PM]: haha considering i just saw you the other day and you were already fet...before you were preg
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:32 PM]: fat*
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:32 PM]: sorry hunny i gotta run...
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:32 PM]: just remember what i said
Beth J E [2:33 PM]: okay. I'll tell Mark you say hi
MyBFr8cesYZ400 [2:33 PM]: i just got off the phone with him...i already did say hi
MyBFr8cesYZ400 signed off at 2:33 PM
posted by Beth at 2:36:00 PM
Sunday, November 09, 2003
Today is Craig's birthday. Even though I think he reads this sporadically at best, I will register my wishes here.
It's really depressing, when there are people out there that you'd really love to be friends with, because you have so much in common with them, but no matter what you do, you're never going to be one of the people that matter to them.
These ridiculous sleeping hours have got to stop. Normally, being up at this time of day would mean that I'm up late (which is fine with me), but no. I've been so depressed that I've been sleeping like crazy. I went to sleep before my family went to sleep, and I got up after they all got up for work. I also took a several-hour nap yesterday afternoon. I need a job. That's why I've been feeling so badly. I feel like no one will ever give me a crummy part-time job. Like, I'm not even good enough to be trusted to make minimum wage. Even though I graduated from college, which incidentaly feels like a huge waste. Today I was thinking I might apply at a store and/or a factory. I'm mad that I went to sleep that early, and then I missed talking to Nathan. I'd really wanted to do that, but by the time he called, I was way too tired. I'm normally in a good mood this time of year, right before my birthday, I mean. But now I keep thinking that if I can't get a job before then then I'll never be able to get my mom a Christmas present and stuff like that. I hate this.
posted by Beth at 6:42:00 AM
Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Has anybody seen the new Wal-Mart commercial with the gingerbread man tooling around the toy department in a toy truck? I can't really explain, but I think it's hilarious. It's ridiculous, in a way that kind of makes me think that whoever came up with the idea did it as a joke. And the gingerbread man's (Gingy's...? {g}) is just some guy's weird high-pitched voice. But yes, I find it very humorous. {g}
posted by Beth at 8:42:00 PM
There was this commercial, probably from the 80s, for Murphy's Oil Soap. It had these old ladies cleaning up the woodwork in a giant cathedral, and I think organ music was playing. At the end, a voiceover said something like, "If this is what Murphy's Oil Soap can do for this house, think of what it can do for yours." But when I was little, I didn't realize that by "house" they meant "house of God" or "church," so I thought it was a person's house, and I wanted to live there. I also wanted to polish wood. I think that the organ music also persuaded me a lot, because organ music does tricky things to my brain.
I don't know why I just thought of that.
posted by Beth at 8:33:00 PM
Bwoop bwoop! I am back from the dentist and very relieved. The short version of what happened is that, even though the x-rays somehow show nothing, there was an infection, which pushed the root canal tooth upward and made it hurt a lot. The dentist filed down the top of the tooth a little, so it was more in line with the others, so that it wouldn't bump into things and hurt. When I woke up this morning, my cheek was swollen up, and it felt like I was holding marbles in there in between the gum and cheek. The swelling actually made the tooth hurt less. But anyway, the dentist poked a hole in the swelling to drain it and gave me a prescription for penicillin. He also gave us a very good deal, because he is cool, and because he knows I have no insurance. I am quite pleased with the outcome. For the past few days, I'd been fearing that he'd need to chisel open the whole jaw and remove like four teeth or that while he was looking around blood would squirt out all over my paper bib thing. But it was cool, yo. He also called me "the queen of the bizarre bite," and that's pretty accurate, because my bite is weird as hell, and in a bunch of ways. At least my teeth look okay from the front, I guess. They do, right? I hope people don't think I have really bad teeth. {g}
I am so glad nothing was seriously wrong with me and that I didn't have to have my whole face ripped open!
On the way home, I ate Burger King food, and it didn't hurt or anything. Before that, I'd had only a bowl of oatmeal in the past 24 hours. Then I rocked the vote.
Oh, and speaking of teeth, yesterday Colleen told me that Tom Cruise has three front teeth. And it's true! How is it that he's been famous (and known for his smile) for this long and I've not noticed it myself or heard someone else mention it? Look up a picture and see. {g}
posted by Beth at 7:35:00 PM
Monday, November 03, 2003
So my new thing is that I want to go back to school. That part isn't actually new, since I had been upset since last year about finishing school (and so I stayed an extra year). I'm pretty good at school and not much else. And I don't mean going to grad school. I never wanted that. What if they made me write a thesis? I couldn't handle it. No, the new part is that I want to go and get a BS in accounting. Yes, I know that's pretty weird.
Here's why I want to do that. I've been doing an awful lot of online job hunting, and there are just so very few jobs that I am qualified for with my degree (in communication with a specialization in radio/TV/film, haha wee!). I really only came across one job that was relevant to what I studied. I got an interview and then I didn't get the job. Don't get me wrong--there are some jobs, except that they're for really far away, and not only do I not want to move, but it takes money to move, and I have none. On the other hand, I see lots of jobs (and in the area, to boot) for accounting, and accounting seems like something I think I could do and do well. So I'm really interested in this idea of going back to school. I emailed a professor in that department, and she said I'd need about 63 credits to get the degree. And I just talked to someone from admissions, and they're sending me an application. It turns out that I'll have to fill out a transfer application. I think that sucks, because I'll have to pay the stupid fee, and because I'm trying to go back to the same school, so I'm already in their damn records. Painintheass. The soonest I'll be able to go back will be next fall. Unless I get enough money together to take a summer class. I really wish financial aid would be as generous to me as they were all those other years, but I doubt I'll be so lucky. I think I'll have to get loans, and I'm terribly afraid of loans, but I really want to do this.
In the meantime, I applied for a job at where Craig works. I applied a week ago today, and then someone called me back last Wednesday, but I missed the call, because I was at a funeral, so I've been feeling really anxious. I hope I can set up an interview soon, because I need to make money sooooooon. Christmas is coming, and I keep freaking out thinking I won't be able to give anybody anything.
I'm a boxful of pain and nervousness. I'm going to go crazy.
posted by Beth at 1:04:00 PM
So about my tooth. I'm not sure what's wrong with it. It started hurting late Friday night/early Saturday morning. It's not the kind of toothache where I feel pain if something hot or cold or sweet touches it. I can still drink coffee and soda and stuff. It hurts all the time, and it varies between a dull pain and a throbbing. What really hurts it is if anything touches it (the teeth on the top, or food or anything else). If anything bumps up against it even a little bit, I get this horrible pain. I was eating earlier, and I was practically in tears. It's on the bottom left side, and the left side happens to be where I chew food most. The teeth on the right don't come together as well or something, and there aren't as many. Another thing, which is kind of odd, is that the tooth where the pain seems to be coming from is a tooth that should never hurt, because it's had a root canal. I wonder if a wisdom tooth is messing everything up or if there's some kind of problem underneath the gum. Another part that really hurts is the gum between my cheek and that tooth. I wish I could see a dentist right now. And I'm afraid that this is going to cost a fortune, since I have no insurance. {sigh}
I haven't blogged in a long time, I know. I just haven't felt like it, even though I've had things to say.
Right now, I have a horrible toothache, and I don't go to the dentist until 5:30 tomorrow. I don't know what I'll do til then. The pain is driving me crazy.
posted by Beth at 10:46:00 AM
