“In general, life is better than it ever has been, and if you think that, in the past, there was some golden age of pleasure and plenty to which you would, if you were able, transport yourself, let me say one single word: ‘dentistry’”. - P.J. O’Rourke—All the Trouble in the World, p.2
Truer words were never spoken. I’m in the process of recovering from a half-root canal and it is NOT fun. The right side of my face is throbbing with unbearable pain. I’ve got a pill I have to take every 4 hours and it puts me to sleep. I’m terrified to go to school because I think I’ll fall asleep behind the wheel or during a critique.
At this point I’ll take anything to stop the pain. How about a bat to the face, you say? If the bat is made of cotton, morphine, and perhaps even poutpourri, then yes. But I’ll take whatever you got. Just help me!
Hey friends,
I submitted a tee shirt design called I WANNA PLAY TOO! to Threadless.com to be voted on and hopefully printed.
If I get enough high scores the shirt will be printed and sold from the site and I will win some prizes. Take a look at it and if you like it, sign up and give it a score.
Click on my design below to go to the site and vote for it! (Make sure you select “I’d buy it” before you give it a rating.) =D
Thanks! And let me know if you voted. I love you all.
-Dave
Fact: Sometimes life deals you things that you don’t want.
Right now I don’t want money. I don’t want a six-pack. And I don’t want a nice vacation.
I’ve had some really bizarre dreams lately. Unfortunately I can’t remember them too well but here’s what I do remember in a non-chronological list:
Dream #1: I’m walking around in my underwear on a bus and a school hallway. People are complaining that it’s cold and I tell them “No, it’s not. Look at me, I’m in my underwear and I’m not cold.” And then I realize that I’m in my underwear and the rest of the dream is a blur.
Dream #2: My mother, my cousin Enrique and I are all in a hotel in the middle of the night. We turn off the lights because we suspect there’s a mobster looking for us. Enrique hides in the bathroom, Mom hides behind the door, I hide in the closet under some bedsheets. The mobster breaks in the door and I can hear that he found my mom and then my cousin. He asks them where I am as he stands over me and before he can look down I throw an uppercut right into his… gonads. He is in pain and we all tackle him onto the bed. Enrique holds him down while I continue to punch him in the face with the sole intent of knocking every teeth out of his mouth. It’s a bloody mess and I continue to attack him until the dream becomes a blur.
Dream #3: I am hanging around a bunch of friends that only exist in my dream. One of my friends happens to be my girlfriend, whose face I can’t remember. I confess to her that I don’t remember how we met prior to this evening, but I’m glad that we’re together. The dream goes on and I eventually wake up. In the process of waking up I get a phone call. I pick up the phone and realize it’s my girlfriend. I try to explain to her that it was a weird dream but I can’t hear her. The music in my stereo is blaring the loudest music. I attempt to turn down the radio but it continues to blast in my ear. I figure it must be my computer speakers so I turn those down. Unsuccesful. I run to my parents room and turn of their speakers, but I still can’t hear. I’m forced to yell and try to explain some more but she can’t hear me. We hang up and I wake up again. I am laying next to my radio and I finally turn down the volume. I’m finally awake. And single again.
That’s some trippy stuff, man. I’ll keep you posted on some other dreams. I have a feeling they’re going to keep on coming.
Both groups rocked my face off. Twice.
I couldn’t smuggle in my camera because security was a pain in my neck both times. But my brother managed to take his camera and I took some videos and some shots.
I’m off to my next class where I plan on suffering yet again.
