I despise food.

We did some spring cleaning yesterday...can't believe how much useless crap we had in our closets all this time.  I had been wondering what was in all those boxes in there. We pretty much filled up the dumpster outside.  And gave the rest to DI.  I feel so free now...

I've been kind of obsessed with smelly things.  When I try to put some scented oil or wax in a stone thing and light a candle under it, the smell is too strong, but when I use this thing you plug into the wall with a light to heat the wax, it's not strong enough (to cover up the cooking smell).  I can't find the right one and it's driving me crazy.  I don't want to cook because the smell lingers and I smell it all the time.  And I hate it.  So we only eat sandwiches or pancakes.

Speaking of cooking (or not cooking)... I finally watched "If You Could Only Cook."  Loved it!  I couldn't watch it before because Alan's old X-box wouldn't play it.  It was so funny!  And the main gangster's right hand guy reminded me a lot of Kyle, for some reason.  Maybe it was his smile.

Anton really wants to steal Logan's kitty.  He misses having a fun little kitty to play with (because we would watch Shantal's when she went out of town-- which was often).  I would like to have a baby pet (only a baby one, though).  But I hate animal hair.
That's pretty much everything in our lives.

Patrick Dempsey and Missing Asians...

So the wisdom teeth thing went well.  No swelling, healing quickly.  No pain...except in one place where my bone is sticking out.  But the dentist put some gel in it to help.  The gel tastes very strongly of clove oil...very strongly.  Everything I eat tastes like clove oil.
The pain is so minimal I don't even notice it.  Except at night.  I fall asleep but the tiny bit of pain keeps me from falling all the way asleep.  So I dream like crazy-- it's like watching really weird movies all night-- until Anton comes home and I'm finally released from my half-sleep prison enough to move my limbs and take something.  You'd think I would learn to take something before I sleep but I feel like I can handle it and then it just keeps happening. 


Last night I had a dream about Patrick Dempsey. I was at home with mom and dad and they were alluding to my having a crush on him, and he was there in the kitchen while they were making fun of me. They were saying things like, "are you going to eat your McLunch?" and then snickering... because he was McDreamy... in my dream.  He smiled politely and then went upstairs.  I don't know what he was going to do up there but I was kind of embarrassed.  In my dream.


Anton is having a hard time with school.  English is a foreign language for him but economics is even more foreign.  They use lots of complicated words that nobody really uses.  He's thinking about taking more financing classes, maybe going that direction a little more.


Also, I think our crazy Asian neighbors moved (the ones who yell and scream bloody murder) and were replaced by white people who like to play loud rap/hip hop music all day.  You know those songs you hear everywhere you go, all the time-- the ones that could be tolerated once in a while but after about the 97th time it just gets annoying...