Actually About School

So here is my first post that is actually about being in college. Shocker, huh? So, let me get to it then.
I roomed with my best friend from high school my freshman year. But my dear Toaster has decided to not return to Whitworth for her second year, so I had to get a new roommate. The two or three people that I could possibly tolerate sharing a room with had already found roomies for the coming year. So I had the brilliant idea of getting a single room. I went ahead and signed up for a single room, before realizing that my dream personal getaway was an extra $1,000 each year. My father pays for my college education, but when I sweetly begged for him to drop an extra thou he refused. With my pitiful job, there's no way I can make enough to pay for my room and have money for expenses throughout the school year. So I've been sweating, about to call the school and switch rooms. When a beam of light comes down from heaven in e-mail form. This e-mail said that Whitworth had over booked dorms, so there was no room for the freshmen. They asked for students who were willing to move off campus into houses that they were going to provide, right across the street from school. People! I was like "Saweet!" I read on to find, not only would I get a single room, probably bigger than the one on campus, but I would get a $350 rebate. This is the best thing that has happened to me, like... ever. I am living in a house across the street form my school, I will get my own room (pretty sure) and I made $350! So good. Everyone. I am liking my life.

Side note: I have no idea who I am living with. When I get that information, that will be its own whole post.

Wisdom Teeth

*Insert witty line about why should they have named them wisdom teeth if we are just gonna get them yanked out when we are in our twenties.*
But, for reals people? Who was like... "Yea, wisdom teeth, perfect nickname for 'em." Oh well. The real issue here is that I am not famous on YouTube. I was not hilariously delirious when I awoke from my tooth fairy stupor. I was actually rather aware of what was going on, which really made it suck. My mom had gone to the grocery store nearby to get me pudding and such, so she hadn't made it back yet by the time they were done with my surgery. Fricken' A people! Don't torture me. Leave me under till my mommy is there to hold me in her arms. Sure I'm 5'10" and my mom is only 5'4" or-so. I don't care! When I want my mom to hold me, I want my mom to hold me, Dammit!
Anywho, so I wake up lying on a random bed thing in the back room of the dentist office, the nice ladies say to me "Oh, you'll be ready to go home in a few minutes." I suddenly realize I do not have the ability to talk because my entire lower face is numb, and also due to the numbness, my tongue is choking me, with the gauze's help naturally. I just laid there trying to breathe through my nose as the mailman for the dentist office comes in and is unloading boxes right next to me.
AWESOME!!! Random dude looking at me with a mouth full of bloody gauze. Love my life. When I finally got home I was thirsty beyond belief. I took the gauze out of my mouth and poured a "sip" of water into my mouth. I ended up getting a sip down my throat and the rest of the bloody mess all over myself and the floor. Fail.

So I've really just been chilling on the couch at home ordering as many movies OnDemand as I possibly can because it is my parents' bill not mine. Muahaha!
I am in day 3 of recovery. My face has swelled into a complete square. I find it rather comical. Vicodin is my friend. It makes me a little dizzy, but not crazy high or sick. So, sadly, I did not get the YouTube video hit that I had hoped out of this fiasco. I did get through alive though. And my mommy is taking good care of me.



"I'm so thirsty. It's peculiar. It's quite peculiar."