sphynx

Went to oral surgeon because I thought my wisdom teeth might be coming in (the back of my mouth hurt like hell and I couldn't chew). Well, the diagnosis is yes, they are coming in and yes, I have to have the fuckers cut out ASAP! Surgery is completely fucking up my piercing fund, but luckily insurance will pay for most of it. The wonderful thing is I'm going to have to do it immediatly after finals so I have time to recover before school starts again, during which time I'm supposed to have a bunch of people here for St. Patty's.

Speaking of company, my boyfriend's family is coming to visit this weekend. They're nice and all generally, but are total rednecks. They were supposed to be getting a motel room to stay in, but apparently free is better. So this weekend I get to fit studying for finals in around cooking and cleaning lessons from my future mother-in-law. I try and be nice, but I'm not inclined to take cleaning and neatness tips from someone who's house smells like dog shit.
Just keep reminding myself that I'm dating him, not his family...