my dad went for a tooth extraction a few days ago due to complications from his wisdom teeth and it induced in me a newfound fervor and conscientiousness in my daily teeth-brushing rituals. decaying teeth are not pretty sights to behold, especially when they've been uprooted and you are able to scrutinize the gaping black hole where good ol' healthy, pearlie white enamel is supposed to be. i was happy to note however, that as of yesterday i remain wisdom-teethless. the trauma of tooth extraction might very well regulate my uncontrolled and sometimes guilt-ridden eating habits (for a week or so?) but i REALLY hate porridge so no thanks.
therie is vehemently opposed to my deliberation on doing a soft rebonding for my hair. my conscience does prompt me that i don't really want straight hair but soft healthy hair so it does make alot of sense for me to go for some elusive DIY treatment rather than the "easy way out" of breaking up all the hydrogen bonds and regrouping them in hope they can look natural in the longer run. however, as usual, i'm a little downtrodden with my new trim - i never am completely happy with my hair; it's always in need of a haircut or should-not-have-been-cut. i need to accept the volume and frizz to a reasonable extent i concur. (but have never acted upon this head-knowledge conviction)
i hitched a ride from someone in school the other day and there was something amorphous about the way i thought his driving technique attractive. it was a smooth and decisive woooooosh ride. eh. i can't really explain it. and there's something about the way that he rarely smiles except when in conversation outside of class. or how he laughs out loud very often when he talks to me. i think i need to be less easily attracted to people. wake up girl!
the situation in Thailand is fascinating and in India worrying. At the back of my mind though, I'm concerned with my thesis on the protests in Thailand; so much new material to write about due to the turn of events in the past week or so.. i feel an excitement in my stomach, as if i'm at the academic forefront of things, but an equal and opposite thrust - a fear that I will not be able to do a good job with it. it's the feeling of not wanting to start on a piece of art or writing or music because
1) you know you want it to be as good as you know it has the potential to be
2) you know you need time and space to do that
3) you are afraid with the time and space it's still going to fall short of what it could be.
but i'm halfway in and i'm not about to give up what the Lord has given me. You go, girl.