Summer in Review

It's almost September. For the last...twenty years of my life September has meant back to school time. Not this year. This year September will roll around and there will be nothing for me to look forward to or dread. It'll just be a continuation of a summer that has already gone bust.

Let's take a look back at this summer shall we? What have I to show for my first post-grad summer? No job. No significant other. No social life. And a tooth that my mother won't let me fix.

If these are the best years of my life I must have some serious third degree burns in my future.

This Day

I haven't left the house at all today. Even though it's gorgeous outside I just haven't felt the need to leave. I'm not depressed or anything, I'm just perfectly happy to sit here at my computer writing emails and playing The Sims.

I love this computer. It has become my life as sad as that sounds. While it would be nice to have friends I could go out and do things with, fact of the matter is I don't. Dee and Elisaeth never want to do anything and I don't know anyone else. i'm not even sure how to meet people.

There's a question for the masses, how do you meet people? I know people say you should join organizations and groups that you find interesting in hopes of meeting like minded individuals but, what if you don't like anything? Seriously, I don't like anything that requires socialization or effort, so what the hell is a lazy ass like me suppose to do to make friends?

Sometimes I just like staying at home. Entertaining myself can be more fun than making others entertain me. I know what I like and I know how to most effectively releive my own boredom....Sometimes. It's been peaceful round here today. I wish it could stay like that.

Mom and I are going to "talk" about my tooth tonight. I hope that means she's gonna whip out the money to pay for it to be taken out and command me to call an orothodontist tomorrow. Here's hoping.

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Me and the Beast

My mother is a beast.

She came home in a shitty mood yet again today, and as usual, started taking all of her frustrations out on me. She started bitching about my tooth, ranting that she simply couldn't afford for me to have it out. She kept going on and on, "Oh it'll cost this much to see the desitist, this much to see the oral surgeon, this much to have the actual surgery..." And she was yelling all of it at me as if it's my fault this fucking tooth decided to start coming in again. I told her we should have gotten this done 5 years ago when I still had insurence, that way we wouldn't have had to foot the whole cost. She of course whined "Well I didn't have the money then." And I told her, well it would have been easier to come up with the money if you had the insurence company footing part of the bill. If it costs more now it's her own damn fault for making me wait this long. I'd pay for it myself if I had anything that even remotely resembled money.

After she finished making me feel guilty for having teeth, she launched into a whole tirade about how I hadn't done any of the chores she'd asked me to do over the weekend and how ungratefulk and inconsiderate I am because of it. Even after I reminded her that I was in intense pain all weekend while she was off galavanting in connecticut, only leaving my bed in order to piss and see my father who I get to visit with once every two years or so, she continued bitching me out. God I wish I could tranfer this toothache to her and then see how productive she is!

I have to make an appointment with the detist tomorrow. He probably won't be able to fit me in this week. I'll have to live with theis for at least two weeks. Can we say ouch? Then I have to get a referral for an oral surgeon, make an appointment to see him, no telling when he'll be able to see me. And then after the initial visit we have to schedule surgery. Ball park, I'm gonna guess it'll be a month before this baby comes out, which will make me down right immobile by the time Tina comes to visit :-(

I told Mom if I have to wait that long to have this thing out she needs to be prepared to see me in a completely nonfunctional state. That's how I was all Friday before I could get my hands on the oral anesthetic. And I can only use the anesthetic for one week. So if things aren't progressing by this weekend, I'm gonna be stuck in my bed again. I want to make sure she knows this up front so she can't yell at me for being immoblie. Of course, she'll do it anyway, but with any luck I'll pass out from the pain and be unable to hear her scream.