Where my money goes!

This past weekend has been the worst since I got here. Among getting my teeth pulled and THAT constant annoyance, I've had no one to hang out with, and nothing to do. Everyone is either gone or busy (who's busy in college?) So I've done a lot of sitting around generally moping. (in the case that I've spelled that wrong, Id like to assure my readers understand im not cleaning the kitchen floor.)

I have to go back to the dentist today so that he can give me drugs. I dont even care anymore what kind of drugs he gives me, as long as my mouth goes numb, he could give me coke for all i care. I may regret that later in rehab. But there is two things good about going back to the dentist, not that I have to sacrifice ANOTHER favor by asking someone if they could drive me there, but

A) The pain will go away. I can sleep for more then twenty minutes. I also dont have to worry myself and my roommate, Shawn, about me ODing on Advil. (Im nearly done with that bottle, ive murdered my tylenol already)

AND

B) I can get the dental assistants phone number. Last time I was unable to do that due to all the tools in my mouth, and generally not being able to talk afterwards. It was hard enough having to explain AGAIN to one of them that my parents address is NOT a city called APO, but rather its a military code or something. And then they have to ask, "Oh, is your father in the military?" Which just opens up a completely new can of pain on its own.

I dont know how long I can make it through class today, the pain has been giving me headaches and Advil is seriously not working very anymore. I have very forgiving teachers (or who can be) but I dont want to abuse this forgivness on this situation. I asked myself last night, at oooooh-3 o'clock or 4, whether Mom would've let me stay home from school in this condition. So I ran through the list of what have I done, what could I do? And realized that Mom knows exactly what she's doing. She would've known to ask for painkillers. Had I painkillers, I would certainly be in class. She also probably knows some secret to healing quicker, If I were healed I'd be in class. The rule was unless you're throwing up or have a fever, your on the bus. (I may have jazzed that up a bit, but you get the idea) So after hitting THAT snag in my thoughts last night, I got derailed and thought, "What if I got my arm ripped off? Certainly, she would've made me go to school!"

But I would'nt put my money on that!

Probably for the best, though I kicked and complained about it all the time. I was not the easiest person to wake up everyday. But I really do feel appreciation for her getting me up for seminary, and driving me to school, putting up with my grouchiness and my music in the car EVERYDAY. It's very cheesey sounding, but true. All the RM's anywhere, where they have RM's always say how it helped them on their mission, or whatever. I understand that already.

Anywho, I will talk to you guys later, I got to finish up a bit of homework, then walk to class. I think there should've been a mandatory car rule, instead of a laptop. I already had a laptop.

Tim