What smells so good?
Oh! It's me! =) I dropped in at the chemist today to pick up a prescription and while I was waiting for it I tried on some yummy perfumes.I want to smell like Exotica, by Rémy Latour - it's sharp yet...warm.And it's only $15 a bottle! So I can afford to smell like it!Unlike Opium, which I love more than any other, but which I can't afford to smell like except on special occasions.
I haven't done much revision today, besides the half to one hour when I was under the surgeon's knife =)
Yes, indeed I was. I have 6 stitches ^_^ My first ever.
As they worked (cleaning with antiseptic, injecting local anesthetic, slicing, cutting, digging, chopping, sewing and dressing) they were asking me all about my Speeches topic for English (the Dr is the father of another boy from our year - Drew, for those of you who are in the know).For the first little piece of me that they cut out it didn't hurt a bit (good ole local anesthetic). I just felt some pulling when they put the stitches in. For the second though I could feel the sensation of sharp. They began to cut deeper. Then I said "ow". Just quietly, as if it was more interesting than painful. They gave me more local anesthetic. Just as well. Only felt the pulling sensation after that.
Do you know what I find interesting? I would never ever ever get cosmetic surgery. I am somewhat against the idea. Yet...I'd get those two little bits of me cut out and leave feeling so happy to have seen the last of them. Neither were going to turn cancerous and kill me. One admittedly was in the way of my bra strap and was frequently knocked and would bleed, so that's fair enough to remove it. But the other one? What did it ever do besides look darn ugly? Nothing, that's what. So why do I feel so okay about cutting it out of me, yet still not feel that I have compromised those cosmetic surgery values? ...I'm not sure...
Went to school today. That was good. I love that place so much. And those people. It was so strange to see the table in the valley emptied, and the seats in the quad deserted. It broke my heart. But it was great to see so many year 12s there, even if I was the only one in my school skirt...
I shall wind up here. Any more blabbering and not only will no one bother reading it, but I will miss any chance at fitting in some study.
Blessings all!
p.s. the adrenalin in local anesthetic makes you shake like crazy! I was afraid I was going to make them cut wrong! Doctors are amazing.
Oh! It's me! =) I dropped in at the chemist today to pick up a prescription and while I was waiting for it I tried on some yummy perfumes.I want to smell like Exotica, by Rémy Latour - it's sharp yet...warm.And it's only $15 a bottle! So I can afford to smell like it!Unlike Opium, which I love more than any other, but which I can't afford to smell like except on special occasions.
I haven't done much revision today, besides the half to one hour when I was under the surgeon's knife =)
Yes, indeed I was. I have 6 stitches ^_^ My first ever.
As they worked (cleaning with antiseptic, injecting local anesthetic, slicing, cutting, digging, chopping, sewing and dressing) they were asking me all about my Speeches topic for English (the Dr is the father of another boy from our year - Drew, for those of you who are in the know).For the first little piece of me that they cut out it didn't hurt a bit (good ole local anesthetic). I just felt some pulling when they put the stitches in. For the second though I could feel the sensation of sharp. They began to cut deeper. Then I said "ow". Just quietly, as if it was more interesting than painful. They gave me more local anesthetic. Just as well. Only felt the pulling sensation after that.
Do you know what I find interesting? I would never ever ever get cosmetic surgery. I am somewhat against the idea. Yet...I'd get those two little bits of me cut out and leave feeling so happy to have seen the last of them. Neither were going to turn cancerous and kill me. One admittedly was in the way of my bra strap and was frequently knocked and would bleed, so that's fair enough to remove it. But the other one? What did it ever do besides look darn ugly? Nothing, that's what. So why do I feel so okay about cutting it out of me, yet still not feel that I have compromised those cosmetic surgery values? ...I'm not sure...
Went to school today. That was good. I love that place so much. And those people. It was so strange to see the table in the valley emptied, and the seats in the quad deserted. It broke my heart. But it was great to see so many year 12s there, even if I was the only one in my school skirt...
I shall wind up here. Any more blabbering and not only will no one bother reading it, but I will miss any chance at fitting in some study.
Blessings all!
p.s. the adrenalin in local anesthetic makes you shake like crazy! I was afraid I was going to make them cut wrong! Doctors are amazing.
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