I'll go first!Dear Journal Xena91388's Log: Stardate 09142010
Yesterday was my 22nd birthday, it was most certainly not the best of birthdays.
- First I woke up at 5am, ate ramen and went back to sleep! ZzZzZzZ!
- Then at 1pm: The Orthadontist!
gonk . I have to have all four of my wisdom teeth removed!
gonk Good news and bad, my upper teeth are completely erupted, so they just have to yank them out! Quick and simple! My lower wisdom teeth are impacted (mostly or partially under the gum) so they need surgery!
emo basically they are gonna slice open my gums, fold it back, then remove the tooth and hope they don't damage my nerves!
gonk Worse yet, because of scheduling and needing them removed ASAP, the best time for surgery would be on the week of Thanksgiving! I'm gonna be on a liquid diet on Turkey Day!
gonk - So after receiving nightmare fodder for the next couple months, I went to Starbucks to treat my self to the rare and expensive treat of a frappe. I had my B-day din-din at
BJ's Brewhouse (Their beer tastes like super bitter crap when it hits your tongue but has a very nice nutty aftertaste and goes down really smooth! :3 ) and then I was too full for cake so I just blew my candle and went home to sleep off my now distended belly.
- To end the perfect birthday, I find a cat antagonizing a snake when I get home. Thinking it's the cute little black snake that lives in my azaleas, I go to rescue poor Mr. Scaly only to find it is not my cute adorable little black snake, but a not so cute and defiantly not so little Cotton Mouth/Water Moccasin! Since there's small children and pets in the neighborhood and my own little puppy like to chase things, I decided to kill it! After a fierce and arduous battle with much gore and bloodshed (AKA me whacking it repeatedly with a shovel *Took forever too! He was one determined bugger!)* ) he finally succumbed to defeat and death (AKA I final chopped his head off) and then I went to fling his carcass over the fence and into the creek for something wild to eat only to have it's body twitch at the last minute in a final "F*ck you human!* and fell off the shovel and onto me covering me in lovely snake blood and other gooey unmentionables

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Yup, nothing like mental trauma, heroic brushes with death and a gory conclusion to celebrate the big 22!