Of Phones, Shopping, False Memories, and Dentists

So.. the weekend is over. What did I do...

I finished Spice and Wolf Season 1. The main characters remind me of me and my boyfriend. It's so cute and wonderful and makes me smile.

I bought a phone. It's a Motorola Flipback and its loads better than my old phone. It's a smart phone so I can be like those other annoying teenagers who browse the internet and text each other 24 hours a day back and forth about random pointless shit. "omg katy what shoes should i buy?" "i dunno" "you got 2 no tho" "i don't care about your friggin shoes. y u texting me bout it?" "u don't care?!?!" I can also take pictures, and movies, and check my e-mail, and IM with people, and browse the interwebs, and get new ringtones for free! It's so great. I can FINALLY HAVE AYUMI AS MY RINGTONE! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW AWESOME THIS IS.

I bought shoes. It took forever because I am just SO picky about shoes. Not really. Actually, you won't believe this. My dad is the most picky about shoes. "These are soo ugly Nadya you shouldn't buy them." "Why don't you like these shoes they're soo chic." Okay, maybe not quite that girly sounding.. but you get the picture. Basically we ended up buying shoes that I liked, but they hurt my feet. FML

I bought sexy skinny jeans and a t-shirt hoodie.. thing? The skinny jeans are amazing. They're kinda tight but I dunno. I haven't gotten a pair of jeans in a while.

We're close to solidifying all our plans for my bf to come to see me. YAAY! We're going to stay in Chicago during July 4 and it's gonna be rad. Yes, I just used the word rad. I don't remember the last time I heard anyone use that word.

This all happened on Saturday. It was certainly an eventful day full of money-spending. I almost felt guilty by the end of it. Like, who buys so much shit in one day? I guess I do... whoops.

But it's okay because on Sunday my dad dragged me on an hour.. two hour? long hike. It was long. I dunno, but I couldn't really move for a while afterwards. My parents were cleaning my room (it was a pig sty after moving college stuff in) and they kept asking me to help and I was like UGUSHGKJ I NO MOVE NOW. But it worked out in the end. I took out the trash and. stuff... Watched Durarara.. Oh yeah, and I slept on the couch on Saturday night because it was just way too hot in my room. Freaking sauna, I swear.

So I don't know why anyone would find any of the above interesting, but yeah. It's so I don't forget stuff that I did. Because I swear I forget everything that I ever do. It's just gone.. after like a week I remember nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. That reminds me, I forgot how old I was last week. My roommates were like WHAAT how can you forget how old you are? I was like.. uhh.. I dunno? Does it really matter? Apparently it does, and I'm crazy to boot.

I also realized that I have false memories about doing gymnastics when I was a little kid. I have quite a clear memory of swinging on the bars, and being scared to swing all the way around and the teacher being like YOU HAVE TO , and me finally doing it. My dad was like "it must have been your previous life!" and I was like.. uh.. no dad... I think I just dreamed it or something. He also is convinced that I was Japanese in a previous life and that's why I am obsessed with Japan.

So I just took a break to talk to my roommate Caitlin and we were talking about dentists and I had a terrible experience at the dentists this year in Cleveland. She was just.. evil. She gave me this fucking shot that drizzled down into my mouth with this terrible taste (its the numbing shot) and she gave them to me not once, not twice, but THREE EFFING TIMES. FOR ONE CAVITY. And she used an out of date drill that like bounced against my teeth and had such a terrible sound that it made my stomach churn and my ears wish they were deaf and just.. it was this high pitched, like BR-R-RRRRRRRRRRR sound that I can't even describe. Such. An. Awful. Sound. It made tears come to my eyes. Just the sound of it. Maybe my ears are sensitive or something. But then the lady was all like "this guy told me that he hated this drill and that I should upgrade to the latest but I like this one" or something like that. There should be a law not to use that kind of drill. Seriously. They also laughed at me to boot and were like "its a good thing you only had one cavity or you would probably die." I wanted to kill both of them. Honestly.

Moral of the story. Don't go to dentists that work in old office buildings above grocery stores.