Fear, Loathing, and Dreadlocks in the Dentist's Office

This morning I went in for a consultation with the dentist, and he didn't make it very pleasant. "Don't worry," he said, "we're not going to put you all the way to sleep."

?!?! not ALL THE WAY to sleep ?!?!?

But in the waiting room, I saw a girl with the best dreadlocks. They were bleached just on the ends and had jewels and other little trinkets woven in them. Even my mom thought they were awesome. Girl with the dreadlocks, if by some crazy twist of fate you're reading this, well, you and I are totally destined to become friends.

Afterward, much like the main character in Eleanor Rigby by Douglas Coupland (a book which, if you haven't, you should definitely read!), I decided to make this wisdom teeth thing as pleasant as possible so I did a little bit of errand-running.

I went to Barnes & Noble to try for a Moleskine planner so I can organize my life, but pretty much the entire planet is sold out, so I got a pretty yellow fake croco one instead. And Nylon, Preen, and something called 4C, which looked really interesting. I'll have to do a post on it later because the photography looks ultra-promising.


Also, begged, borrowed, or stole: The Collected Stories of Richard Yates, who is one of my favorite authors, Twilight of the Superheroes by Deborah Eisenberg, and the movies Once, The Namesake, and La Vie En Rose, a film about the life of Edith Piaf.

It's kind of like a breakup survival kit, except replace the chocolate with tomato soup and it's my teeth I'm breaking up with.


Oh, and when I got home my little brother was running around in a backpack, so I had to take a photo. Lately, he's been making his "pirate" face in photos, so I was lucky to be graced with a super-fake smile.

In conclusion, this is my rambling way of saying I may be posting over the next few days, I may not. Knowing me, I probably will. A lot. But I'm peacing for now.