Dentist?

I went to the dentist yesterday because I had to get some work done on two teeth. Here's what happened:

Good news: It ended up not happening. Bad news: It will happen. Good news: I won't care. Bad news: It'll happen.

I got there, and I was totally freaking out and I was so scared that I was even less audible than usual and I was basically about to break into tears and then this new dentist lady I've never met came out and she was a brown-haired blond, basically (or was she blond? I think so, but I can't remember. She seemed a little ditzy) and she was very, very smiley and nice and I bet it was her first week on the job because she seems to love, love, love her job.

And she somehow heard stuff when I said stuff.

And then she brought me back into the room place with the chair and I clutched my Harry Potter book as if it was the last thing I'd ever be able to feel, and she talked to me about how she recently saw the seventh movie but hadn't seen any of the preceding ones (this confounded me, but I didn't say anything bad, I just told her to see the other ones) and then she started telling me how much she was in love with Twilight and that's when I started wishing I could just stop talking to her and then the real dentist came in.

He took his mirror thingy and his hook thingy and started looking around inside my mouth and I was about to flip out and then he asked me why I was so scared and I said, "Numb." So he asked me what part of the numb I hated and I said, "All of it. I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it." I didn't mean to say it but I guess I did. And then he asked if my mom was still there and I verified it and he disappeared and the new lady started talking to me again.

And then he came back and said that there was good news and bad news and asked which I'd like to hear. So I said that I would like to hear both so that I'd know what he was going to do to me, and he told me, "We're going to do something that we did for your brother. You're experiencing a large amount of anxiety. You are very anxious and I can see it in the way that you are sitting here. So we're going to let you go home. That's the good news. The bad news is that you will be coming back. But it's going to be during the holiday vacation, when you're free of all school-related stress and you can get a good night's sleep--" I have no idea how he knew that, for the past three nights, I had been waking up in the middle of the night, but he somehow did. "--and you're going to take this relaxant medication. You will take one pill the night before to ensure a good night's sleep, and then you will take one an hour before we begin the procedure. And you will feel like you won't care. You'll be saying, 'Come on. Drill me. DRILL ME.' and it will be just fine."

And then I went home and stopped feeling like crying and it was all better and I was able to finish my homework and go to orchestra rehearsal and then do some work on my painting.

Did I Ever Tell You About the Sock Puppet Babies of Thanksgiving?

Okay, well, my four-year-old cousin, had these three sock puppets she thought were the absolute greatest things in the world, and she called them babies.

She let me help her decorate one of them, and then I asked, "Do they need ears?" and she told me, "No, they don't like ears," and then informed me that one of them can even hear through her eyes.

So, then, we put them into a basket and put her Disney princesses blanket on them, and went into the big crowded room with all our family members and started showing them the babies. Four-year-old did not like the fact that everyone was being really loud, because they would wake up the babies!

And so we went over to her parents and aunt and my sister, and Four-year-old said to my sister, "If you are talking to people, can you please not talk to them because it is loud and the babies are trying to sleep?" and my sister said said, "Well, your mommy and daddy and aunt are talking about politics, so that might be a little hard to do. Do you know what politics is?" "No." "It's loud and explosive, especially when your parents and aunt are talking about it." "Oh. Can you tell them to stop?" "Well, I don't know. I can try."

So then my sister tells them, "You guys have to be quiet, because Ava's sock puppets are trying to sleep." The aunt and mother think this is great, but the father thinks this is just ridiculous, and says, "They're already asleep, aren't they?" Four-year-old said, then, "But you'll wake them up!!" "But they don't have ears. They can't hear us." So I piped up from behind Four-year-old, "Actually, one of them can hear through her eyes."

After a good laugh, they decided to "be a little quieter." We then moved on to where my mom, grandma, and my brother were sitting. We showed them the babies. My brother said, "That's a basket." So we opened it up and he said, "Those are sock puppets." We informed him that, no, they are babies.

Then Four-year-old wanted to push them around in a stroller, and it was nearly impossible to tell her that there was no room to do that, and then we pretended that it was night time, and then we woke up, and then we pretended to play games and go to school, and then we repeated the process (including going around and showing everyone the babies). Then, after repeating a few more times, we watched Mulan.

So, we had a synesthetic sock puppet.

It's really amazing what those things can do.

And when she was letting me decorate one of the puppets, she asked me its name, and I said, "Monster." "Is it a boy or a girl?" "It's a boy." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, it's a boy." "Is it a girl?" "No, it's a boy." "Why is it a boy?" "Because he is." "Do you like boys?" "Yes." "Is Monster a girl?" "No."

I love this kid.

This really happened.

Have I Ever Mentioned That I Love The Sound Of A Working Watch?

I LOVE CLOCKS!!!! They tell the time, they click ever-so-delicately, they can be colorful and adorable, and you can NEVER HAVE TOO MANY OF THEM BECAUSE THEY'RE SO WONDERFUL. I love clocks. I love clocks.

So, today, my family and my cousins and my grandparents and I all went to our other grandparents' house for a day-late-Thanksgiving lunch (our family doesn't do Thanksgiving dinners. We only do lunches. Yesterday we did lunch too.) and since it is also my sister's birthday, we celebrated her birthday there! And that was also my aunt's excuse for giving everybody birthday presents because she missed my brother's birthday and my birthday. And you'll never guess what I got! A WATCH!! Oh, man! I love those things! And this one actually has a second hand (my old watch and my pocket watch (see here for more details on why in the world I would have a pocket watch besides the fact that they're fantastic) don't have second hands, though they do make such soothing and wonderful ticking noises). And it makes quite a loud ticking noise! It's much louder than most watches I've ever heard before (but not louder than clocks. You can't get much louder than a grandfather clock. My friend had (has?) one of those. It was loud.), and I can hear it from something like four feet away (or more?). I love it. I wonder what it's going to be like to sleep next to this thing. Tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick... tick...

In other exciting news, I'm wearing an argyle sweater. It's banana yellow and the argyle is red and brown. I love it and it's fantastic.

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Tick... tick... tick... tick... tick...

Oh, also...

Oh, also, I didn't find out until I changed into pajamas last night, but I apparently spent all afternoon (since about 3 PM) with the button on my pants... open.

Crap Day

First of all, I'm so sorry to you all that I've been neglecting this place for a couple of days. For those of you who bother still checking to see and say, "Maaaaaybe, just MAYBE, just posted something new today," thank you so much for still having faith in me. Or maybe you don't. Whatever the case, thanks a bundle. Now, onward with my crap day.

FIRST THING: I had Aquatics today. That's how you KNOW that the day is going to suck. I actually am getting a bit better, but I'm still half-doggy-paddle-ing. It looks really weird, for anybody who's watching. Oh, also, my goggles feel as though they are exerting so much suction on my face, that I'm afraid that they will pop out my eyeballs. I'm seriously afraid of that. That gruesome detail will not be part of the following diagram. DIAGRAM:

On my way out of Aquatics, my friend saw me and informed me that I looked like a drowning animal. Then I saw firetrucks outside and followed the crowd out and down the road a little ways from the school. There was a fire. We were out there for twenty minutes. Whilst standing out there, I was told I looked like a drowning kitten. Then I was told that I looked like a drowning puppy. Pictures will be put up tomorrow, if I remember.

I mean, really, guys? Is that what I look like? Do I just not look in a real mirror whenever I think I do, and really I'm looking at some animal-kitten-puppy thing? Okay. Cool. That's... uh... I wonder how I haven't yet gotten into "Riply's Believe-It-Or-Not." Maybe I am, and I just haven't found out about it.

Whatever the case, the rest of the day basically went on without much specialties, except for my sister coming home. But when we went to get her from the train station, traffic was like trying to stuff the octagon-shaped block into the hole meant for the triangle-shaped block. It just didn't happen. The end.

I know that you're all expecting a real post from me today, but here we have a poem entitled "5 Minutes Post-Aquatics Class"

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So, it turns out that the pool has bromine in it

And not chlorine

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But whatever it is,

I smell like it.