Trip to the dentist.

So I spent Friday night alone at home, playing Final Fantasy VII, moping over my loneliness because of my temporary inability to walk and thus not attend Steven Truong's birthday. Sorry dude.

Today, I woke up at about 8:30am, rushed a shower (I hadn't showered for two days out of pure laze), then went to my dentist at Cabramatta to get my teeth professionally cleaned for free, thanks to this Medicare Teen Dental voucher thingo. One problem with having twenty-five pairs of sneakers is not knowing what to wear each morning, but today I felt adventurous and decided to wear shorts instead of denim and chose some sneakers that had not seen the light of day in a while. Not because they were ugly or anything, just because weather rarely permitted me to wear them without too much fret.

Anyway, we arrived at the dentist and the assistant came out of the room to ask me to go inside. I had seen her before, probably in her early-mid twenties, surely she had graduated from dentistry by now? She had a very quiet and shy demeanour, and pretty lavender painted nails. I could not check out much more than that, for she wore this giant bib thing, kinda like a cape that one wears when they paint stuff in primary school. The process itself was slightly tingly, for the dentist probably did not apply enough anaesthetic to my gums to numb out completely the pain of a mechanical spinning spike between my teeth and under my gums. The vacuum was frequently shoved into my mouth presumably to suck away all the blood and saliva - it must have been pretty messy viewing for the dentist and Jessica. Jessica was the name of the assistant, which I discovered when the dentist told her to pass over some dentistry tool to spill more blood in my mouth. But sooner rather than later the process was all over.

To quote the Prince song, controversy. The dentist asked me whether I drank dairy milk. Before I could answer, mum juts in and starts ranting on about being vegan and that we drink soymilk. Dentist assumes asian soymilk (loaded with sugar) and supports dairy, then mum says its Sanitarium which has more calcium and all that bullshit, and I wanted to tell mum to shut the fuck up but rather I somewhat explained that since mum buys and cooks 95% of the food for the family, I just deal with it, but yes dairy milk needs to be bought again. Afterwards, I told mum if she thinks she is more knowledgeable than the dentist, she should start her own dentist biz. That shut her up good.

Later in the day, went Fairfield, Cotton On massive sale. Bought a polo shirt, two hats and a pair of sunnies for $11. Bargainnnnnnnn. Bro also bought a Mickey Mouse tee, which was very uncharacteristic of him. Cotton On Girl was not there.