The reason I can't go to LA with Denis is because I fell in a booby trap.

Thursday, Jun. 09, 2005 ~ 7:52 p.m.

I can't believe it is so early since my last entry (less than a day), and I already have something to write about again. Hello muse! Well, not really.. my muse would allow me to write beautifully, but my sense of humor and critical nature when it comes to society in general is returning and that's something to be happy about, I suppose. I think my desire to continue writing in my diary (or "blogging" as I have taken to calling it as of late, and Kyle has taken to hating) has been due in large part to Denis, who tells me almost everyday that he "loves" my diary and it makes him laugh and laugh and laugh. I like having at least ONE enthusiastic reader to remind me to update (in person) and exactly what will happen if I don't update.

Anyways, so I got up early this morning to come to the dentist. As I wrote last night, I have become accustomed to the disappointment of old, French men, but I didn't have to see Dr. Violette today at all. I did have a different hygienist this time than the last time (same name, Josianne - there are three of them at their clinic) who was completely ruthless with her little picker thing and the dangerous motorized toothbrush but a pussy cat with the floss. I got a little impatient to tell you the truth -- she was reefing on my mouth and stabbing my gums the whole time she was brushing and scraping, and then she just slides the floss between my teeth and doesn't even go down into my gums or anything. I was a little disappointed. And then the fluoride. I don't know what dentists are thinking about these days, but she offered me several different flavors of fluoride; bubblegum, mint, cheesecake (wtf?!), strawberry, watermelon. I chose the mint, because when you're cleaning your teeth, you want something that actually feels clean, instead of say.. chocolate toothpaste, you know?, and also because, I admit, for some reason or another, no matter what flavor of fluoride I take, it always has the same extremely bitter, slightly sickening taste, and I want to vomit it up at the end, no matter how cheesecakey it tastes. I also chose the mint because it makes my nose a little tingly while I am breathing through it with my lips curled around the sucker thingamabob. Speaking of the sucker thingamabob, Josianne seemed to get quite a kick out of the fact that I could not, for some reason or another, keep my tongue from continuously getting stuck in the suction. It would be sucking on my tongue for some period of time, and Josianne would be laughing at me. I am sure I have tiny hickeys on my tongue. :(

Another disappointment (besides getting my tongue stuck in the sucker thingie) is that they've discontinued the Subway stamp program. My little heart is absolutely broken, as I love the rush of adrenaline I get when I paste one last little stamp onto the card and realize that I can get a WHOLE FREE SUB!!!! Seeing as I practically lived on Subway back when I lived on Priestman Street, the Subway Stamp program was .. well, basically my food stamps program. When I had no money, I raided my penny jar, put together $1.60 to get the drink and chips, and then slid my filled up, wrinkled up cards across the counter like a little girl pushing her dimes over the counter for penny candy. Now, no more. I actually vocalized that I was sad, when I got to the counter to pay for my stamps, and the lady behind the counter informed me that you can actually BUY rolls of stamps on EBay, and they were easy to reproduce and such. She told me people will buy rolls of 1000 Subway Stamps and then just keep turning them in, and how is that fair? And it's making the company lose money. At first I didn't believe her, so I had to investigate it for myself, and discover the horrifying truth. :( I really am sad that some people just have to take advantage of the situation.

Speaking of people taking advantage of the situation, I can't believe I completely forgot to write about, in my last entry, along with Dave Moffat and Casey from my high school, about the little Sass Jordan "music video" that was incorporated into last night's episode of Canadian Idol last night. It showed a couple of contestants losing the words to their songs and then flicked over to Sass Jordan singing a song about being scared to be on stage (it showed shots of her in the studio, and then shots of contestants getting nervous and forgetting their lines). It certainly is going to be the next big number one hit! Woot!

Annnnd, while we're on the topic of Casey (see how nicely I am tying all my topics together?), she was on the cover of the Daily Gleaner, as well as a big story about the notorious Minto Murderer, so I was connected to exactly 3/4's of the front page news.

In other news, MBNA decided to raise my credit limit (without telling me) by $200, so I now can be in debt $1200 to them. This might mean I actually have some actual credit now so I can start racking up charges at other places, and on other things. Oooh exciting. And all because I give them $200 biweekly. Go me. :)