So I went to the dentist this morning... in case you didn't know, I have a huge and irrational fear of dentists, well, really, of people touching my teeth, and I've had it since I was little. So I twitched and squirmed through the cleaning (and heard my sister laugh uncontrolably at my discomfort), and then... the evil pokey stick of doom... turns out this little girl has 6 cavities. None really major (like my last experience I have nightmares about), just 6 little guys (one I had actually had filled last summer, but my asshole old dentist who I dont go to anymore didnt drill enough, thus I must do it again)... but as I went in for my x-rays, I broke down in a crying fit... me... nearly 18, and in a building filled of 6 year olds getting root canals... I began to cry. Then I began to feel better when my dentist told me she hates dentists and beings to go into cold sweats when she enters an office other than her own. So the moral of the story: On May 10, I am going into my dentists office and getting 6 cavities filled at once. It's going to be hell. But at least I won't have to do it again (I hope).
So yeah, now I'm home, and I made myself 2 chocolate chip cookies and that rocked and spring break is... wow... uneventful... I might be seeing my horse soon!