Tic-tacs and Teeth

When I was little, tic-tacs were like the jackpot of candy goodness. Of course, only the orange flavored ones were worth anything, but when you got them… oh boy.

It wasn’t just that they were delicious candy, because they were. What I liked best was the little plastic box. I have vivid memories of being an explorer in the Amazonian rainforest, with just the one little box of water left to sustain me to the next stream. I’d fill the box from the hose and I would carefully dole out the water to myself as I tromped through the trees, flipping up that little white tab to get a few drops of water.

I’m wearing pants with a lady on the butt, which makes them awesome. The front pockets are fake, though, which makes me sad.

Yesterday I was chewing on a pen as I edited a draft of a peer’s story. It was a click-pen, and the cap had gotten caught so that it was depressed permanently… or so I thought. The plastic plunger popped back and smacked me in the front tooth, chipping it.

That’s right. I chipped my tooth with a plastic pen.

It doesn’t hurt much, but it itches down inside now.

I started up with a new razor blade today and it cut up my leg like you wouldn’t believe.

Buster'd Humps

Despite the fact that I’m really not in to pretty men, I think that Buster Keaton was pretty darn spiffy. Seeing him in the old silent pictures, I just want to sit down with him and hear what he has to say. Ironic that a silent film would make me want to talk to the character, but maybe that’s how you can tell that the movie worked. Keaton’s movies did work, too. The several that I’ve seen were just as spiffy as his face, although some of the freshness has been lost (mostly, I think, because of the Bugs Bunny cartoons-- they used exactly the same gags as Keaton did, I swear). Side-note: Harold Lloyd’s smile in the film called Safety Last made me feel very strange.

I think maybe I smile at people too much. It’s sort of an appeasement gesture for me, like, “I swear I’m not going to punch you! Let’s be friends!” Unfortunately, I think I end up creeping people out-- they want me at about a four, and I’m probably up around nine or ten somewhere. At least when I’m surrounded by strangers and alone. I talk a lot of trash but I really have no backbone.

Like today, I went to get some tutoring help, and was totally timid about it. In my defense, I did get my hand verbally slapped in the Lab I had right before--don’t touch the pennies, are you mad? Those are for the TA to experiment with! Play with your food dye, peasant. Speaking of which, I squirted way too much yellow into the water. It said use one drop for 100 mL or something, but it wouldn’t come out, so I put some muscle into it, and ended up dumping about a quarter of the bottle in. Oops. Then our graph came out sort of lopsided and wonky. Playing with the spectrophotometer made up for it, though.

I swear, that is the coolest word I learned today. Spectrophotometer. I haven’t tried saying it out loud yet, but I’m building up to that. Unfortunately it’s one of those words which really has no use except in reference to a very, very specific activity. Those accursed nouns.

I have been getting up really early lately (not entirely by choice) and thought for a little while that coffee would be the answer, so I had my parents buy me some coffeemate (because milk in the morning disagrees with my stomach--I’m thinking it’s philosophical, as they seem to resolve their issues around noon) because I can’t take my coffee like I like my men (er…?). Then I started worrying about caffeine addictions. Honestly, I think I stress myself out about this stuff on purpose to distract myself from the real issue which is that I have a physics midterm which I am in no way ready for in about a week. This midterm is the straw which has broken my humped yellow back (I spit!), and caused me to bite through my night guard, which is not a cool thing, seeing as my last one cost three hundred dollars and ruined my teeth.