I hate the dentist. They look down on me like I'm SO evil for not flossing as often as I should. I mean, really though, who has perfect dental hygiene? I haven't had that many cavities, either. Is it really my fault that the job THEY did on my filling leaked and let a bunch of badness inside, causing, yet again, another cavity. That would be, not my fault. Humphry Dumphry.
Either way, at least I have tomorrow to look forward to. The show at the Outhouse; man I haven't seen a burning water in... well, some number of months, but who's counting? That's basically my motive for even getting through the week; this hellish week of reading through Columbus the donkey's excursions, Puritans, and the likes. It does not take 21 pages to express this, honestly.
Spanish is awesome. Who knew there were actually people besides myself and the 4 others I knew of that actually wanted to learn Spanish? That actually don't copy and try, for once. It feels like one big inside joke to have a class full of people laugh at a joke... told in Spanish! Oh. How incredibly riveting, I know. The academic portion of today was great. I understood all my classes, and realized I have probably one of the best selections of teachers one could have at this school.