blustocking | I could never marry a dentist.

You should skip this. No, really.

I am sick with worry. :( I think I will have to have my wisdom teeth pulled. I will find out tomorrow for sure, but I'm 95% sure I will. I HATE THIS. I hate it more than you can imagine. Pain is fine, the pain afterwards is fine. But I DO NOT want to feel teeth yanked out of their sockets. I will be knocked out or it's no go...but I'm still deathly afraid of waking up in the middle. I'm probably over-dramatizing this, but I have issues with things of this nature. I've only broken a toe and the thought of breaking anything bigger sends me into shivers. I've never had stiches. Thread is not supposed to be used to SEW UP SKIN. It's not right. I am so nervous. By tomorrow, when I know, I might be close to having a nervous, sobbing fit.

I'm also wondering when some people are going to graduate high school.

5:40pm: The above statement apparently hurt someone's feelings because he felt it was directed at him. I thought it was very "un-cool" of him to announce this in my journal, and maybe it was very "un-cool" of me to say it. But it WAS NOT entirely directed at him. Yes, some of it was, as I'm sick of the stupid l33t speak and retarded antics. Man, I'm such a snob, but I don't care. I suppose I should, but I'm in no mood to start censoring myself. Alas, it seems I have to. I should either just use this journal for random crap or delete it altogether as it's not a "journal" in any real sense of the word, but a way of keeping tabs on your friends. Which is all fine and good...I just hate that I even have to have friends groups. (Talk about high school.) I guess when you get right down to it, I'm a bitch. I could have not said that, even though it's been on my mind for the past week. I knew he was going to think it was him, even though it's about a few other people as well. No, no one on my lj-friends list, so don't worry. It's very hard to ride the line between honesty and just being an asshole. Do you want to know how I feel, or do you want a piece of candy? I know some of the fault lies with me, as it didn't NEED to be said, especially so publicly...but christ, it's not like I called someone's Mother a whore. Perhaps I shouldn't read someone's journal, for his good, and mine.

I'm very excited about APE (more so about hanging out in SF with friends) but I can't shake this nervousness, dammit.

IF ONE MORE FUCKING PERSON WALKS BY MY CUBICLE, I'M GOING TO SCREAM AND HIT THINGS. Don't they know I'm trying to update my journal?! PFFFFF. ;)

Foo. I'm going to lunch. I'll edit this crap when I come back.