6 - Wednesday with my dentist

Let's do something different, say, narrate the day starting from the latest uninteresting occurrence, maybe?

• I just got off the phone with Chryss and somehow, I still get the faintest hint of amazement about how we can range from being dead serious to being all out goofballs on the phone, while in person, we can just sit down without saying anything, perfectly content with staring off into space. 
• I took a cold shower the moment I reached home. Showers at night make me feel good. They melt all that unnecessary stress away. For the moment, at least. 
• Hoooome. Hooome. Hoooooome. Hello. 
• I saw this whole shelf of Nancy Drew hardbound novels and I had the urge to either buy them all or sit on the cold tiled floor and read. 
• Off to NBS. All the while thinking: "I'm not in a rush to grow up BUT DARN IT WHEN WILL I HAVE MY OWN JOB AND HAVE MONEY TO BUY ALL THE BOOKS I WANT!!!!" It was way better before. Now, my sudden itch for books isn't even acknowledged. Life's unfair, deal with it. 
• We were at Chez Rose when I heard some tiny voice call out my name. Turns out it was Frances' cute little sister. Aww :3
• Gift shopping for a friend. 
• Went to Pizza Hut. Trust me, though, when you're craving for Shakeys and you resort to Pizza Hut just because the former was too crowded, well, let's just say it wasn't that satisfying. It travels just down your throat, if that even makes sense. At that point, though, I could've eaten anything that looked appetizing enough.
• My mom had to go somewhere. Probably to a friend of hers. We waited in the car. Me just reading a book until it was too dark to make out the words while my dad was listening to the radio bursting static and droning on and on and on and on about terrible news and contradicting opinions and complaints and all those things. It was only then that the sharp tug of hunger that I should've felt hours ago.
• My parents dragged me around all afternoon, all throughtout their busy schedules. All the while, I still hadn't had lunch. Strangely, though, the hunger hadn't kicked in just yet. 
• I loathe going to the dentist. It's scary. The clinical atmosphere, the whirring sounds, the unfamiliar tools, the strange odors. They're all so...unnerving. I always feel on the edge while the dentist hammers away on my poor tired mouth. It's like my feet plant themselves on invisible ground, which is actually just insipid transparent air, as if securing my body from any abrupt movement. I just have this strange premonition that I might feel some sudden excruciating pain while the dentist is holding some tool that looks dangerously sharp and I'd jump up, startled, and my mouth would bleed and ugh, no it's terrible. I just expressed my dislike for my uneventful trips to the dentist. I must have no life. 
• Without even offering me lunch, my parents dragged me down to the dentist. How lovely.
• My dad arrived home, unexpectedly, with these two paintings that were heaven to my eyes. It's not anything new. The same old landscape paintings but I don't think I'll ever lose that twinge of wonderment when a work of art catches my eye. Sadly, though, my mother thinks it doesn't match the house decor. It'd be a shame to let them go. 
• I resorted to losing myself in the world wide web for a while. It was a cranky morning. Doesn't matter. I was never a morning person anyway. It could've been better, though.
• I was thinking that maybe I'll stay in my parent's room and read for a while, but my feet took a u-turn to my room and guess what I found? A clean bedroom. With no crumpled clothes strewn all over the floor. No clutter on the bed. No. Nothing. And you can just guess how unnerved I got. I wanted to just break down, scream and sob just like I'd always wanted to when my mom would clean out my room and things are not where they should be. Every freaking time. My room is not yours to touch, okay? Okay? Okay? Aw. 
• I had a big breakfast. Or maybe I should call it brunch but I never really meant it to be one. 
• I woke up.