Saturday, May 12, 2012

Eventful and embarrassing. What's new?

Haven't touched my blog, my apologies. Anyhoo, myes are over, JOY! but back to reality, the big O's are far from done. Managed to catch The Avengers, have to admit, I didn't expect it to be that great. Truly captivating, there wasn't too much bashing and smashing (which was good) and it couldn't be funnier. So stoked for the sequel WHOOHOO AND THERE WAS SO MUCH MUSCLE GOD. practically swooning and melting in my seat gahhhhh GUYS YOU HAVE TO CATCH IT.
Well today I went for icecream with my cousin, just outside my grandma's place and then I went back and came out again to get drinks for my grandma. So while at Shop and Save it suddenly occurred to me that my retainers weren't in my mouth and it hit me that I could have left it at the icecream place. So I ran back and enquired for a certain 'smth' I left behind. The dude (who took my orders) came out kinda trying to suppress a smile, 'your retainers?' And I went yeahhhhhhhh. And he went back and came out with a container half filled with water with my puny godforsaken retainers in it. I thought he was gonna pass me the container and after some awkward hesitation he looked at me, 'uhh you can take it.' So I plucked it out from the water and said thanks and ran out. The other dude said thanks rather loudly, idk why, for my embarrassing/amusing entertainment? God. I am retarded. What's worse, I spent a colossal amount of time ordering while he stood there waiting, watching, so he prolly rmbs me. Annnd. My retainers had my name on it. I can't imagine the scene when he found it (wrapped in tissue) (i know I'm disgusting, but what else?) 'God who's this idiot that left her/his retainers here?!?! OHHH. Mocha and Tim Tams. She's disgusting.' And how he transferred my retainers to the container? Well. Well. Return to the ice cream place? Nevermore. (kidding I love icecream too much.)
And have I mentioned how much I fear blood? Well, I have a terrible/ridiculous/almost laughable phobia of blood. (esp from the mouth) I hyperventilate and CRY when I see blood. It's a very loser moment for me, (but I'll embrace the loser in me), its honestly the only thing that freaks me out. Today at my gramps we had potluck and feeling lazy and all, we used wooden chopsticks and the ones that I used had little wooden bits poking out so I kinda poked myself and had a splinter, (one other which I removed) at first I was still pretty calm and awesome. (I got this guys) then when I realised I couldn't get the other one out, I started freaking out and the thought of using a needle to REMOVE IT FROM MY PALM KILLED ME. I honestly felt like fainting and my dentist aunt insisted on using a needle and I couldn't help but start crying HAHAHA WHAT A JOKE BUT YES I WAS CRYING REALLY BAD I just can't take blood. The pain is nth, (I am prolly one of the best absorbers of pain I ever know- physical/emotional) but the blood...... I really couldn't. So I cried a river while breathing really heavily while my cousins comforted (mostly laughed) at my pathetic state. Then my med cousins told me that since the splinter was really tiny, the skin would eject it soon enough and then I sorta calmed down and became invincible again. God. Idk how I'm gonna have kids. I'll prolly faint huh. So that's my phobia. The one and only that really gets to me. But all is well, (the splinter's still embedded in my skin) but I have 5 books to feast my eyes upon (THE CATCHER IN THE RYE) so everything is alright. Yes. Thank you and goodnight. 

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