(no subject)

I swear to god, my teeth are driving me up the flaming wall.

One has been hurting all week, which is my own fault for eating boiled sweets and not brushing enough (oh please, I have bigger worries than if I'll have all my teeth by the time I'm sixty). The other one is a wisdom tooth.

I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT.

You see, I had my top two taken out in 2008, about six months apart. When the dentist/hospital/whoever the hell it was did an x-ray, they showed me that I had one tooth (bottom right) which was sideways and would never surface, and should never cause me any problems. It hasn't. I didn't even really think about the other one (bottom left) because I sort of assumed I was done having problems with my mouth.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA NO.

This one's taken, like, a year to get to this stage, and where I am now is that, for the last couple of days, I've been chewing the inside of my cheek on it. LOVELY. If I want to eat anything (and let's be honest I haven't really), I have to chew on the left side of my mouth because if I chew on the right (like I want to), I end up mashing my cheek some more and fuck me it hurts.

I'm going to have to call the dentist on Monday and admit defeat. I don't know if he can take it out, as it's not fully through yet, but he might at least refer it to the hospital and they can have a look *shrugs*. I am due an appointment some time soon, so I was hoping I could wait it out, but it seems unlikely. *sighs*

~*~

Mum is reading Witches Abroad and enjoying it. We tried to figure out how long it had been since I'd read one of them and the answer is that I don't know. A combination of not knowing when the last one I read came out (nor being able to remember the title), and the fact that various antidepressants have left holes in my memory. Mum was shocked, whatever the answer was (I started out at ten years, amended it to eight, then to six, I think).

(My old journal says 2009, so that's five years. YIKES).

~*~

They dug up the main road to work on...something...a friend thinks it's the gas pipes, and ever since, my internet has been so slow that going on tumblr is painful. Going on most websites is pretty bad, but tumblr is the worst of the lot and HEY GUESS WHERE I SPEND A LOT OF TIME.

(Not even mentioning the two days it was out, and I was lucky. People living further up the road - like my brother - had it worse for longer).

#first world problems

~*~

Other than that, I am feeling pretty good, having painting urges (watercolour + canvas = disaster), and trying to draw whenever possible. I am also abusing My Paint's pixel tool and belatedly realising there's one in GIMP (It's Krita that doesn't have one, why did I not notice this sooner. Oh. Yeah. Probably because I haven't done digital art in a dog's age).

(I love pixel art, but I suck donkey balls at it. Occasionally, I try to better my skills but in the end I just end up looking at stuff by other artists, and crying).
(I also like drawing and want to do it more and maybe make a living from it but then I compare myself to other artists and I cry).
(So basically I cry a lot because other artists are way more talented than me).
(I'm going to stop this entry here before it turns into a pity party because as I said, I'm feeling pretty good right now and also you guys don't want to read that I'm sure).