My Teeth Are Falling Out???

Watched the new episode of DW, it was awesome. Winston Churchill next week so, my dad will be thrilled. Churchill is my dad's hero.

I've been having these dreams, where my teeth are falling out. Last night, I wouldn't say it was a nightmare, but rather just a not-so-good dream. And my top front teeth were so loose that just having my bottoms one touch them caused them to half fall out. I had a similar dream and the worst part is that they really feel like they'll fall out of my face. I googled the meaning of having dreams where you teeth fall out, and apparently it rather common. Some people said it represents anxieties about appearance: NO. Fear in being embarrassed: NO. Sense of being powerless: NO. Malnutrition: wiggle giggle middle, yes but: NO. There were a bunch of other stupid reasons but I think the meaning of my dream is my genuine fear of having my teeth or tooth fall out.

Most people don't know that I still have a baby tooth. It's not extremely obvious, which is reassuring. It's where my right upper canine should be. The story behind it is that for some reason I never got the adult tooth in, and the baby tooth never became loose. When I went to the dentist in late 2008, something I hadn't done for some 4 years, I got a panaflex and discovered that my adult tooth was sideways behind my front teeth. I was scheduled for a consultation with an orthodontist to get my wisdom teeth removed. At the appointment they debated whether to remove the sideways canine or leave it, and decided to give me a mini-CAT scan (kitten scan) to get an idea of where the tooth actually was. It was realized that the tooth was close enough to the roots of my front teeth that if it was left in place that there was a good chance it could damage the roots. I chose to have the tooth removed at the same time of my wisdom teeth, but there was still a 50-50 chance of loosing my front teeth.

Anyway, beginning of '09's summer I got my wisdom teeth removed (laughing gas only) and had my hard pallet cut open and pulled back to expose the tooth that was then chopped up and violently ripped from the roof of my mouth. My pallet was then sewn back together along with my other gums. But the process was traumatic, not so much for me, though it was kind of pain full, but for my front teeth, especially my little baby tooth. Ever since then I've been extra careful around the poor thing. :[

OMNOM

My mom just asked me if I was blogging about how poor I am and that I have no money for college....... no.

Ned "I asked you not to use the word zombie, it's disrespectful. Stumbling around squawking for brains, it's not how they do. An undead. Nobody wants to be un-anything. Why begin a statement with a negative? It's like saying: 'I don't disagree". Just say you agree."

Emerson "Are you comfortable with 'living-dead'?"

Ned "You're either living or you're dead. When you're living, you're alive. When you're dead, that's what you are. But when you dead and then you're not, then you're alive again. Can't we say 'alive again'? Doesn't that sound nice?"

Emerson "Sounds like you have narcoleptic."

Ned "I suffer from sudden and non-controllable attacks of deep sleep?"

Emerson "What's the other?"

Ned "Necrophiliac?"

Emerson "Words that sound alike get mixed up in my head."

Olive "Me too. I used to think masterbation meant chewing your food. I don't think that anymore."

^that's why Pushing Daisies was the best show ever!