DAY TWO: AND THE BOREDOM CONTINUES

Tuesday, right? It's only Tuesday? Shit. I'm going to have to perform strange medical procedures on ... well .. anything within reach of my reaching broom. You may not be conjoined with anything now, but if I get bored enough...
Anyway, its my second day in solitary confinement. But today, I got the most exciting trip into the harsh reality of daylight, for... AN ORTHODONTIST APPOINTMENT! I can practically hear your envy. I made the long, grueling trek to Goderich (20 minutes away), where I was prodded at by an old man with rubber gloves for a while. Then I went to the orthdontist. He looked at me, said "Want 'em off?", I nodded, and then left. Now the excrutiating wait until they call The Deb (mommy) to make the appointment. I am de-elastic-ified, though. I guess it was worth changing out of pyjamas. Now for the next, and longest, two days of my life. I will be most likely found making a fort, or on MySpace. UPN is not good daytime (or primetime, for that matter) television. I have watched the Steve Harvey Show more than any white teenage girl ever should. I'm not good at dealing at boredom, or waiting. Now I have the worst combination of the two. I might have to... like... clean. Shit. But you know what is fun? When your mom breaks the silence in the car, by asking about your boyfriend. And lecturing you about... well... you know. And my options. Turn the music up a notch. And another. Drown it out. Sigh.
...AND NOW A LIST!

Wag of the Finger:
March Break: Long, boring, solitary. The end.
Braces: Pretty much the whole ordeal, but now, especially, the wait to get them off. And the stuff that becomes more difficult with them on (ie. anything that requires a mouth.)
Places that people go to: That means you, Toronto.
Height, and the people that have it in spades: You're doing it just to spite me.
Daytime TV: Dare I say it, too much Cosby.
American Idol: 'Nuff said.
Herbivores: Pussies.
The Weather Channel: Control the weather (make it warmer), and then I'll watch. Also pussies.
Being mentioned on the blog of your boyfriend's friend: Wagging the finger, but also blushing and looking bewildered.
Smurfs: Too good for a full-length feature film?
Xena: Same as above.
Nature: Can't even outwit herbivores.
Dancing: If it's not dirty, it doesnt count.
Jesus: See Daytime TV.

Okay, that just gradually got more and more ridiculous. But that's my week for ya. I guess I've been watching too much Colbert. If there was such a thing.

Only two more days to go before Toronto gives back to me what is rightfully mine. Until then, beware the reaching broom.

gday.