Ok, so I've been applying to a whole bunch of places around my area to have summer jobs, like camera stores, and some small food stores that aren't nessecarily restaurants, like ice cream places and places like that. I need gas money desperately, and I need more than just the $20 allowance I get every week from my parents, as my car gets terrible gas mileage, (about 18 MPG)
So today just a couple hours ago, this ice cream place that I applied to on Saturday just called me back, and they want an interview with me! That's probably the furthest I've gotten in the scale of getting a job! So, I'll be talking to the manager tomorrow, maybe... unless he calls while I'm at school and he gets my Mom... but at least I told him that I'd be able to get to the interview sometime next week, most likely Friday after school. So yeah, I may be scooping ice cream for people for a living during the summer! Can't be all that bad, I mean... ice cream parlors are an overall positive atmosphere. Kind of place I'd like to work in.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Ouch! That, and some Semi-Fake teeth...
What a way to start actual non-intro postings in this blog...
I was at tennis practice yesterday, and just as I was finishing off, I went for an out-wide shot, and trying to lob it up so it would go high, my raquet's follow-through swinging motion came up and hit me square in between my two top front teeth! So as you can imagine, that hurt, and yes, I could feel them shattering, well sort of. I instantly put my hand over my mouth, and I looked at my hand, and I saw small fragments and sort of large chips (the largest one was less than an eigth of an inch) in my hand. So as you can imagine, I was in shock, and I couldn't even take my hand away. Well, I only looked at the damage once, and apparently I made a wide Delta-shaped hole (minus the bottom of that character) in-between those two teeth. Yeah, so I had to make an emergency visit to the dentist to get tooth caps. My Mom had to take me there, and she was a nervous wreck, and she was crying. Christ, you'd think I was a model and I just lost a $50 million gig. So when I got there, the dentist put a bunch of tooth-like material that's like clay except it only hardens under UV light, and shaped it like a tooth, and then he shaped it so it was as close to my original tooth as it can be. I helped him out a bit, because he didn't have a picture of my teeth before the incident, but when he was finished, it was OK, but the coloration was a bit off.
Whatever... my Mom was still crying and all emotional about it... sometimes I wish grown women weren't all that emotional about their children, I mean, it can be good to an extent, but not to that extent. So basically my two front teeth are half-fake. Ah, looking at myself in the mirror, they don't look all that bad. I can hardly tell anything's happened, and I'm trying not to talk about that so my Mom doesn't go through her emotional cycle again. Thank God I never let her see what happened to my teeth before I got the fake stuff on.
I'll be getting porcelain (however you spell that) plating on my teeth sooner or later when I can show him a picture, and I pray to God I don't need a root canal... (he said I might need one).
Just glad none of you all know my real name, because I'm not telling anyone I know in person, because I want no more drama crap on this. I've got enough from my Mother.
I shall relax... and try to not think too much of it. I can hardly tell anything happened when I look into the mirror from a distance, unless I want to look really really close.
Peace people.
-Swords
I was at tennis practice yesterday, and just as I was finishing off, I went for an out-wide shot, and trying to lob it up so it would go high, my raquet's follow-through swinging motion came up and hit me square in between my two top front teeth! So as you can imagine, that hurt, and yes, I could feel them shattering, well sort of. I instantly put my hand over my mouth, and I looked at my hand, and I saw small fragments and sort of large chips (the largest one was less than an eigth of an inch) in my hand. So as you can imagine, I was in shock, and I couldn't even take my hand away. Well, I only looked at the damage once, and apparently I made a wide Delta-shaped hole (minus the bottom of that character) in-between those two teeth. Yeah, so I had to make an emergency visit to the dentist to get tooth caps. My Mom had to take me there, and she was a nervous wreck, and she was crying. Christ, you'd think I was a model and I just lost a $50 million gig. So when I got there, the dentist put a bunch of tooth-like material that's like clay except it only hardens under UV light, and shaped it like a tooth, and then he shaped it so it was as close to my original tooth as it can be. I helped him out a bit, because he didn't have a picture of my teeth before the incident, but when he was finished, it was OK, but the coloration was a bit off.
Whatever... my Mom was still crying and all emotional about it... sometimes I wish grown women weren't all that emotional about their children, I mean, it can be good to an extent, but not to that extent. So basically my two front teeth are half-fake. Ah, looking at myself in the mirror, they don't look all that bad. I can hardly tell anything's happened, and I'm trying not to talk about that so my Mom doesn't go through her emotional cycle again. Thank God I never let her see what happened to my teeth before I got the fake stuff on.
I'll be getting porcelain (however you spell that) plating on my teeth sooner or later when I can show him a picture, and I pray to God I don't need a root canal... (he said I might need one).
Just glad none of you all know my real name, because I'm not telling anyone I know in person, because I want no more drama crap on this. I've got enough from my Mother.
I shall relax... and try to not think too much of it. I can hardly tell anything happened when I look into the mirror from a distance, unless I want to look really really close.
Peace people.
-Swords
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