Why Is Hydrocodon Such a Fabulous Thing?

4 missing teeth, that's why. I just had my wisdom pulled yesterday morning and it has been approximately 26 hours since they were literally ripped/drilled from my gums. This doctor told me to go and in the back and I'm waiting on him to explain to me the procedure again today like he did last week, and instead I find myself laying back on the table with a Nitrous Oxide (laughing gas for ya'll non science people) over my face. The interesting thing is, I don't know why it's called laughing gas. I was sooo not laughing. The only thing it did was force me to relax, which was the point I guess. So I'm sitting there breathing this stuff in waiting to fall asleep or something, which did not happen. Instead, the doctor comes in and pretty much without a word, stabs my arm with this needle, AFTERWARDS explaining that it was an IV, and so I'm laying there with this tube now in my arm with four heart monitors and pulse monitor on my finger, and then randomly I was staring at darkness. I wasn't asleep, but I could hear everything they said, but I couldn't respond or open my eyes. And I felt everything he did. He cut my gum open and inserted some weird ass forceps into my bone and started yanking my tooth out, and when he couldn't do that, he started drilling the crack the bone in two (I hated that part because I could feel my tooth breaking off in chunks. Not a very good feeling believe it.) THEN he pulled those out with the forceps. All I know is for the good part of yesterday I was out of it, and I was starving but couldn't eat. I still can't eat totally today, but I forced myself to down some soggy cereal. God this sucks! Wanting to chow but not being able to....grrrrr!!!!

Anyway on another story, I'm getting ready to leave for DC the weekend after next, and mom and them decided they were going to drive me up there to visit as well. I've started to set up some really good potential dates, so it sounds like it's gonna be fun!! Can't wait.

.....uugghhhh...I Hate This!!!!

Once again, this waiting shit is killing me! I can't stand it. I wish that whenever you've got something to do that time would just speed up so that way you could get whatever you need to done, and move on with it! I mean, dammit! But in other terms, I went shopping the other day and bought some truly kick ass clothing for the internship coming up soon. I bought two suit jackets, a grey and white pinstripe one, and a cream silk one. I bought three pairs of pants, one pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and two slacks, one brown one blue. Then I bought a bunch of polos and shirts. Some Christian Dior, some Structure, a Geoffrey Beene or two. It's all very nice. On top of that, I went and purchased two new wheels and innertubes yesterday, I bought a new computer memory upgrade for my laptop, and found out how to wipe it clean. And I'm looking into purchasing a wheelchair cushion, and with that, everything will totally done. I'll be glad when its time to move on.

And as a side note, I'm tired of this front that mom and dad keep putting on. We've discussed this and they act like they're not listening to me. I'm gay, and they know this, but if they act like they don't care, I don't either. So whatever. But I do look forward to the day that I stop all the bullshit.

....Aaaaaaannnnndddd Time to Turn the Page....(flip)

So then. The semester's finally done. This hellish gauntlet-based chapter of life is finally over. And now I'm looking at the results with a smirk on my face kinda. I've been looking at BraveWeb every few minutes to see if my grades have been posted, and as of now, we have all but one: Modern Poetry (who had the hardest damn exam ever!) So I've gotten out of this semester with 2 A's, and 3 B's, which isn't totally bad, though it's SO not what I was thinking it was going to be. But I guess you get what you pay for. With the amount of class I missed, I guess I'm lucky that way. Either way, it's not bad, so I don't have too much to complain about. So yeah. Now comes the part I dread. The waiting. I hate this part. I had to do this to go to Germany, for three months, I had to do this to go back to school, and it's not that I don't enjoy being at home, it's just that I don't enjoy being at home. I mean it's relaxing and all, and it gives me a chance to think about something other than school persay, but god. Being in this house with my parents again makes me wonder how I ever did it for so long. And it's a huge motivation factor to get the hell out! But...that will come in time. I only have to put up with the waiting one more time. Christmas. After that, everything is gravy. I'm graduating in the Spring, packing a light suitcase and flying off to some city to do some job. I'll have them UPS my stuff to me once I find out where the apartment is located and stuff. It's quite simple really. Makes me wonder why I didn't do it in the first place. But we shall see, I guess.

And today I entered into the realm of the published, so to speak. My official author break came via "The Truth Magazine-Online" as the editor approached me last month with a possibility of using my story on their site. I accepted and as promised, it's there! So I have my first official review which reads:

For Fiction we highlight D' Arcee Neal and
his story The Curse of a Married Man. It's a
dark piece, written in a very personal tone,
taking the reader through a few unpredictable
passageways. Overall result, a really
entertaining read.

Ha. I'm finally done it. I'm glad he liked it. I hope the other people who read the story likes it too. And all of you read this profile and go read it....NOW!!! LOL. Just click on the link in blue. So anyway I'm gonna go and look how much a plane ticket to DC is gonna break my wallet, and sleep to go to church tomorrow. Later!

P.S. As an after update, I checked Braveweb again, and I got an A- in Poetry class. Hell yeah! I bet that paper was fucking awesome!