Hello there lovelies!
    Didn't think I was going to be back today? Showed you now, didn't I? Of course did. Even I didn't think I was going to keep up with my promise to come back today. But I'm here and I have something to discuss:
    Okay, 1) Dentists. So everyone talks about how much they hate the destist. But I think otherwise. The dentist is nice, he checks your teeth to make sure they're healthy and then talks to you afterwards and gives you a free toothbrush and a sticker... Oh.. Just me? Nevermind then about that last part.. 
    But really, let's think this over. Which do you really hate more? Your dentist or the evil assistant that picks at your teeth, make your gums bleed, puts stuff on your teeth so you are FORCED not to eat, and tires to make conversation that entire time even though she KNOWS PERFECTLY WELL that you are unable to talk at that time. Obviously I've made my decision. I have the assistant and love my dentist. We have conversations about his awesome Crocs with little pins and Buzz Lightyear. But the assistant? NO. She is the enemy. Sure she makes my teeth all clean, but what she says and the way she scrapes your teeth, it's obvious she cannot be trusted.
    Also, you know who else is the enemy in so many situations? Hair Dressers. You tell them that you only want, eh, maybe an inch? Off. But no, OBVIOUSLY you really meant that you want four inches cut off, no problemo. It can be so frusturating. I don't know what language they speak but I am speaking English, and an INCH means an INCH. And, while you're sitting there awkwardly waiting for them to finish cutting your hair, they decide to ask random questions about your life that sometimes, you don't feel comfortable asking. "Where do you live?" "Where do you go to school?" "How's your summer going so far?" "Do you blowdry your hair?" and then when you answer that question with a "No." Then they look at you like you're some kind of foregin person and reply: "Oh, right. You must be one of those people who AIR DRIES their hair." Well yes, hair person lady, I do. You know it's better not only for your HAIR, but also for the PLANET. Oh, you don't know what that is? Figures.. So that's my view on the situation, and now since I'm so fired up, let's move on. Yes, let's.
    In other news, I have exactly Six days, one hour, twenty-seven minutes, and 50 seconds until I leave for Cambridge. But it's not like I'm keeping track or anything... Pfft, what??

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