I went to the dentist today and I found out that I have 4 cavities. Four. They are between my teeth, which means that I really suck at flossing. Instead, the dentist probably just thinks that I am lying when I tell him that I really do floss every day. Which is worse? Lying or being so bad at flossing that the dentist thinks I'm lying? I've never had cavities before, and now I have to get them filled. I know it's a routine procedure, but 'm a little nervous. And, I feel defeated because I was so proud to have never had a cavity.
There, aren't you glad you read that? I'm sure your day feels complete now. Here's another silly, useless piece of information about my life. I decided to go to the beach on Sunday to enjoy the nice weather and my new beach chair. It was sunny and about 80 degrees. I also decided to go to the Newport Peninsula because I hadn't been there in a couple years. Going to the Newport Peninsula on a nice weekend day in the summer was probably the worst idea I'd had since taking calculus in college. The roads were incredibly congested, and I think it took me 1.5 hours to get to Newport, drive down the peninsula, and turn around. Also, people like to ride their bikes in the street, 2, 3, or 4 abreast, dangerously close to traffic. Apparently, this is great fun on a Sunday afternoon.
You would think that I would have learned my lesson, but no. I got back on the PCH and drove to Huntington Beach. The roads were still incredibly congested, but I did get a parking spot. Then I sat on the beach for about a half an hour, on my beach chair, ate a sandwich and read a book. It was too windy, so I went home. I spent 2.5 hours in traffic to sit on the beach for 30 minutes. It was the first time I went to the beach and came home without tan lines.
Here's some news in which I don't complain: Bill Bryson, this funny travel author is awesome. I read "A Walk in the Woods" (he hikes the Appalachian Trail) a couple weeks ago, and now I'm reading "The Lost Continent" (he goes on this road trip through the US) . He is from Iowa, he says pop, and he is laugh-out-loud hilarious.
I am leaving this Friday for DC to visit the BF! It's my first trip to DC!
There, aren't you glad you read that? I'm sure your day feels complete now. Here's another silly, useless piece of information about my life. I decided to go to the beach on Sunday to enjoy the nice weather and my new beach chair. It was sunny and about 80 degrees. I also decided to go to the Newport Peninsula because I hadn't been there in a couple years. Going to the Newport Peninsula on a nice weekend day in the summer was probably the worst idea I'd had since taking calculus in college. The roads were incredibly congested, and I think it took me 1.5 hours to get to Newport, drive down the peninsula, and turn around. Also, people like to ride their bikes in the street, 2, 3, or 4 abreast, dangerously close to traffic. Apparently, this is great fun on a Sunday afternoon.
You would think that I would have learned my lesson, but no. I got back on the PCH and drove to Huntington Beach. The roads were still incredibly congested, but I did get a parking spot. Then I sat on the beach for about a half an hour, on my beach chair, ate a sandwich and read a book. It was too windy, so I went home. I spent 2.5 hours in traffic to sit on the beach for 30 minutes. It was the first time I went to the beach and came home without tan lines.
Here's some news in which I don't complain: Bill Bryson, this funny travel author is awesome. I read "A Walk in the Woods" (he hikes the Appalachian Trail) a couple weeks ago, and now I'm reading "The Lost Continent" (he goes on this road trip through the US) . He is from Iowa, he says pop, and he is laugh-out-loud hilarious.
I am leaving this Friday for DC to visit the BF! It's my first trip to DC!
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