Day II

Well, It’s really not all that bad once you’re done with the screwdriver part. The part that sucks the most is definately not being able to eat solid food. Thank god for:

Omelet
Fish
Soft Pasta
Ice Cream
And mashed potatoes.

Oh and the other that sucks is that i’m not swelling in the cheeks … but under them. So now, I look like I just ate a lot of food. Ironicly, I lost 5 pounds, hehe.

Yesterday, I had my wisdom teeth pulled out.

Lots and LOTS of painkiller (with the syringe… which always makes me cringe). It was pretty bad. I’m not big on being a whimp about those things (the tongue piercing hurted more then that…) but I have to say, there is something about an asian dude with a doctor’s mask cracking your teeth with an object that bears a very scary ressemblance with a screwdriver.

Seriously, I never numb enough for my taste… but even when I was pretty num (some part of my face still are at day 2) the sound of my teeth cracking gave me total goose bump. And the worse is that the two “easy” and small teeth went out within 10 minutes. Guess what I was in for the rest of the 1h50 minutes? Pain.

He had to rip out parts by part the teeth … so drilling, pulling, drilling and more pulling. I don’t know about you, but my jaw tends to lock when someone tries to FUCKING RIP IT OFF.

Anywhom. Day 2, painkillers and soft food. Quite frankly the pain is fairly smooth. It’s the food part that sucks … yesterday I successfully ate some pasta (swallowing whole without chewing). Now i’m off to try a omelet. Should be interesting.

Weak MAL, out. (Oh yeah I totally figured out my mega weakness after doing it … it’s when my stomach is empty. It’s like running a marathon when you didn’t eat the day before)

A very late night little update about my CSC experience. That’s right … it’s not about the actual EVENT … it’s how I lived it. Today’s word is:
Insomnia.

I’ve never been one to like partying all night and going to bed at 6 am. In fact, I’m pretty much a zombie if I don’t get my beauty sleep (which is 8 hours and up). But you know, sometimes you just got to say (”hey, i’m gonna fuck you, gently…” … Oups!) “Well screw that i’m staying up and partying tonight, baby!!!”.

So that’s what I did after my Jive competition on friday night. It was obviously a good 1 hour late (so we ended the competition at something like midnight?)but we were all thriving on the adrenaline rush of the competition. So we all started partying. Booze and Guru in the famous party room. (If I can get some proof of the horrors we’ve seen in this room i’ll post ‘em up. I’m sure Steve and Luc will be MORE then happy to know about that).

Anyways, back to the little sleep-story. So I drank a couple of drinks (nothing to hammer me up actually) and half a Guru. 4 hours of partying later, we decide to head back to our college frathouse (Again, I’ll explain later). So we just sat around joking and talking. I tried going to sleep for a few minute but I was oddly unable to sleep, so I went back to the discussions on the first floor. At around 4h30-5h, we all went to bed.

We were sleeping on an inflated matress. So, I couldn’t really move unless I wanted to wake up the person next to me. That annoyed me so much since I usually roll in bed like a mother fucking salsa dancer. But I stayed put, searching for sleep …

… silence… more silence… rays of early sunshine comming through the drapes…

So I layed there, completely awake for a good 45 minutes. Being bored out of my mind and finding absolutely no sleep (I didn’t even feel THAT tired), I decided to just go outside and walk it off. So I walked, went around the hotel. I went to the party room (who still had 5-6 drunks people dancing to some horrible music). I even paid 4 $ for cereals out of sheer boredom. I watched every possible trainning sessions from 5 to 8… God, I wished there would have been a tv there…

Long story short; I didn’t sleep at all that day. For the first time in my life, I spent fucking 24 hours without as much as 10 minutes of rest. The only time I DID get some rest was actually at around the 30th hours, where I mysteriously fell asleep on a couch, almost in midst of a conversation. I woke up an hour later drooling like a slug and my friend sitting in front of me going “… are you ok?”. I had no idea that I could actually live for 3 days on something like 5 hours of sleep and be fully functionnal!

Now, it’s 1h41 am on sunday. I’m back home and guess what i’m doing? That’s right… not sleeping. I took two sleeping pills 30 minutes ago and those fuckers haven’t done SHIT. I’m not yawning and my eyes are completely open. What… the … hell.

Trust me, next year, i’m bringing ear plugs, sleep aids and a f-ing sleeping mask…

Now i’ll try to back to bed and trying to stop my endless thought about next year and how cool it would be to do that move or how we could kick the shit out of Quebec and make people realise how nicer our jive is and how much they are nothing more then Jock douchebags (well at least two of them).

*UPDATE*
It’s Monday morning, I finally got some sleep (after 2 hours of rolling around in my bed thinking about “what move would be cool and such”). I’m feeling a bit better (though it’s rainy and lame outside…) but my head still feels like it’s in overload mode: I can hear loud music and I can’t stop thinking about choregraphy and such. I’m a bit hurt by the weekend, but i’m so looking forward to next year. It’s not the last that they’ve seen of me!

Yes, after a long hiatus, I am back.

From now on, i’ll try to write weekly reviews of my fun life adventures. Next week: The Canadian Swing Championship.
Yes, I just can’t wait. I’ve got the jeebies a bit but hey, who doesn’t? Especially right before becoming the world best jiver EVER.

I will also give you updates on my love life (or lack off), my new love of the moment (I should written a bit on Entourage. Damnit. Maybe on season five!) and other various painful thing i’ll experience in the future (i.e.: Balls Vs Zipper part 2 and Dude, why are you putting and icepick in my mouth?)