• Go back to school.
• Get rid of acne.
• For goodness sake, go to the fucking dentist.

With the acne out of the way, thanks to that miracle known as isotretinoin (Accutane,) I’ve moved on to the other two items on my list. I’ve been reading about different schools the last week or so and intend to start back up in Fall, maybe Summer if it all works out. I know it’s time I grow up and get over it and just go back and finish my undergrad up. Even just taking a few credits at a time, it’ll just take a couple of years. I may as well work towards it than sit around and wonder why I’m not, right?

I just called and got an appointment to see a real live dentist. This will be my first dental appointment since getting my wisdom teeth yanked in ‘03. Even back then, I was told I probably needed a root canal and perhaps had the beginnings of periodontitis. Of course, I’ve brushed like motherfucker since then but I know it couldn’t have improved much (if at all) without a professional. The fear of the expense (no insurance) stopped me for a long time and the general embarrassment of admitting it’s been 10 years since I’ve even had a cleaning has made me wait even longer. I realize now I can’t wait much longer and avoiding finding out for sure how bad it is isn’t making it better. Sigh.

Every 6 months from now on. I promise.

I’m kind of obsessed with this QuadCamera iphone app.

I haven’t had any side effects that I read about other than a dry nose and very, very dry lips. I’ve had some bloody crusty boogers here and there, but no gushing bloody noses or anything like that. My liver is fine and I’ve continued drinking alcohol at my normal page – about 6 or 7 vodka drinks a week, usually all on Friday. :)

If you do go on it, don’t bother with the Chapstick. You want either Vaseline Intensive Care lip gel or some other lip balm that isn’t wax-based. That wax-based stuff doesn’t do anything.

I heard one of guys tell him “just give it to me, now!”

As they continued arguing I quickly peeked through the car’s windows and saw them taking his backpack from .. well, his back.. The two started to run away so I crouched back down and started to duckwalk, terrified, around to the front of the car so they wouldn’t shoot me execution style for being such a wuss.

When I saw the victim run the opposite direction I popped up like a Wack-A-Mole and asked him if he was alright. He was on his cell phone, talking in Spanish. I heard him say something about “the other gang” but didn’t hear it in English context so I of course assumed the worst.

Moments later I saw a group of people walking my way. I ran over, pretended to be all butch and brave and told them what had happened. They had seen the guys running down the street and one of them had already dialed 911. One of the guys was describing everything he saw in detail to someone else. It was like Scooby freakin Doo.

One of them, a tall girl maybe 25, took the phone from her friend and was all “he was a black or Hispanic male, approximately five foot nine inches tall with dreads. He was wearing a black jacket and a blue backpack. He was armed.”

I was thinking to myself, “Self. They got all of that information from 200 feet and he was running away from them. You were 20 feet from them, directly across the street for five minutes, and all you have is wet pants.” (From the rain on the ground ^†.)

Did I mention this was a block from my house?