I can't say I'm really fond of going there. Actually, I can almost say that I hate it. I just don't like the whole idea of letting someone poke strange tools in your teeth, or the taste of that minty-tasting gel-like chemical they clean your teeth with. At least the lady who did my teeth was quiet. In the next area, my sisters were getting their teeth cleaned, and all I could here was someone asking a bunch of questions, and my sisters attempting to answer. It went something like this:
"So it's summer break?"
"Rah-huh."
"So you go to school in September?"
"Rah-huh."
"Oh, that must be fun, isn't it?"
"Ugh."
I could picture them clearly, with their gel-filled mouths, trying to talk while someone cleans your teeth. It couldn't have been pleasant. I can't say that my experience was perfect either. When the actual dentist came, they started to prick my teeth with some metal object and a gush of water was sprayed into my mouth. I swear I must have looked like I was drooling, or at least something similar to this:
But that wasn't as bad as being told that I had a cavity. I never really expected that. My sisters later told me that they would fill it up with something silver, or black. I didn't want to have silver teeth. Hell no. Bring on the gold, baby! (as my friend had recommended).
Who wouldn't want blinged-out, gold-studded teeth? It does have its perks, if you know what I mean. Anyways, I was later told that it's actually the color of your teeth... too bad.
We went home, and thankfully we weren't watching the family channel (there's no shame in liking it). While we were watching, my younger sister was complaining about my older sister's feet. Apparently Chinese peoples' feet smell like soy sauce when they're all dirty and nasty. That's still better than my mom's gas. When we were at the front door, and all of us were bickering, my mom did what any good mom would do and stopped our arguments. For all of you parents who need some help, then maybe you can learn something from our little scenario.
So my mom goes up to the door, while my cousin and sisters are yapping like mad chickens fighting over a dried potato. She raised up a hand and said, in a calm manner:
"You guys, listen carefully."
We all stopped and stared at her.
We shouldn't have, because then she let out one of her disgusting dynamite farts, which made us all cringe at the sound. If you don't know what a dynamite fart is (WARNING: MAY BE TMI) it is when you let one rip, and it just keeps coming, kind of like the sound of a train: poof poof poof poof. Thank god I was too far away to get infected by the stench, but it really did make us all shut up. Of course, since we did all have to hold our breaths. No one knows the stench of a Chinese lady's gas until they experience it for themselves. And then, they probably would never want to ever again. And it's definitely nothing like soy sauce.
Then I just rushed down to the basement and went on the computer, and chatted with some of my friends. If you're interested in some of our conversations, they're usually just full of idiotic things, which I find unbearably funny. And yes, I am the one writing in blue. I have to add, though, that I have a bad habit of using a particular smiley, which ends up in me chatting about extremely idiotic things.
They might have not been very funny, but they are stupid. Can't beat that. And no, I do not know what a flip stick is.
Anyways, for the past few days I've been eating chicken wings, because it seems as if that's the only thing we have in the house other than Chinese food and blueberries. Chicken:
Now for some random de-motivational posters I find funny.
That's about it.
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