Ugh yeah, I looked like a chipmunk.

DON'T EAT WITH A SPOON! It hurts!

Actually, any surgery with the mouth is the worst. I had to have a cyst removed from my lip a year ago and I couldn't smile for at least a week, and had stitches in my ilp for a week and a half and it was very gross.

Wisdom teeth out wasn't too bad, was much better then having the other 6 teeth pulled that I've had. I was able to chew much sooner after the wisdom teeth. I had a tough time not chewing on the stitches from having the cyst removed from my lip, so my stitches were out in about 6 days (I helped them along a good bit). That wasn't really fun, had to be very careful not to bite my lip... or even really touch it...

My mouth has been unkind to me.

Parents randomly downgrading the internet connection without my knowledge.

WIRELEEEEEEEEEEEEEESS! *SHAKEFIST*

Yeah, I'm rocking the chipmunk look too. I've had teeth out under general before, and this is definitely worse. Getting awfully tired of apple puree...

It is so annoying when my boss comes up and, just out of the blue and completely at random, asks things like, "Got it figured out?"

What am I figuring out?

I get such the strong urge to say, "No, and I'm terribly confused."

But at least he (usually) leaves off the 'stud' part when he throws that question at me, unlike when he tosses it at the IT guy. "Got it figured out, Stud?" Ugh. Then again, at least the IT guy is often trying to solve some sort of programming puzzle, so the question almost makes sense. I'm entering and updating data. There's nothing for me to figure out. Plus, he yells the question - he yells everything! And it startles me every single time, making me jump in my seat.

Sometimes I just want to lob a stapler at his forehead.

So THAT'S where my stapler went. Damn you Noola!

Are you gonna burn the building down cause I took your Swingline?

YES!

Better wait till someone slides a Cashiers Check for a few hundred thousand dollars under the door first. Otherwise you won't get your island get away.

I will not be sleeping for the next 3 days.

There are not enough hours in the day!

I work two jobs -

My very much liked job is one where I am helping out a disabled youth at her spare time, you know, to get her out of the house and do things.

My not so nice job is working a 2 hours a day on a ship, cleaning the cabins, starting from 7:20 am. There is sometimes literally crap in there.

So. My rant. There is this tax sheet that my employer needs to pay me, and my first described employer did not send it on time to the other employer despite me asking and begging, and so I lost 60 percent of the wage of the crappy job. That means I have been practically cleaning crap for 3 euros per hour for the last two weeks.

GROWL.

On my way to class I saw a car hit a squirrel . The driver didn't even slow down, it wasn't like the squirrel had just jumped out from nowhere.

That's awful. I hate it when things like that happen. Or even worse, when some a-hole swerves just to hit some little critter.

My friend had a driving lesson where the instructor told him to keep going, not swerve and maintain a steady speed despite a squirrel being in front of him.

The way he told the story made it very funny, but in retrospect that's actually a horribly traumatic thing.

I'd have had to fail that day's lesson. I've been known to pull over to the side of the road to rescue turtles that've wandered into the street.

Helping turtles is fine. They're slow and usually cross the road due to mating and territorial needs. Squirrels are fast, overpopulated, and happen to be stupid enough to run to that delicious acorn right as a car is coming. Squish the buggering squirrels, I say.

Hey, I'm nice to turtles.

Turtles are ugly and slow and fat.

Turtles can suck my ridges, therefore.

Bastard, die.