Prem?

I bought this can of prem when I was 16, maybe 17. That was about 6-7 years ago, and who knows how long it was sitting at 7-11. I am going to try to call the company (if they still exist) and ask when the lot code was made.

Whenever I need inspiration, I look towards the PREM!

Yet another new room

This is what my new room looks like, minus the seams of course. I know I could have made it better, but who really cares? Give me some credit for half-assed adjustment of brightness!!

As you can see it is fit for a king; however, there are posters along the wall that you cannot see. Ask to see my bed and I'll give you a personal tour!

Good shit

Well, I got my wisdom teeth pulled, and let me tell you.

First off, I got shown a video about the removal of the "third molars" or "wisdom teeth". Anyways, then i had to sign waivers for things that the surgeon or business would not be liable for, such as "Jaw breakage" or "damage to my existing teeth." I was kinda worried, but not at the same time. I asked the surgeon and he said he had never broken one jaw in his whole life.

Here is the best part;
First off, i started with some nitrous. The surgeon placed it over my nose and started a casual conversation.. you know, like "you go to school?" etc. Anyways, I breathed the NAWZZZ for a while, while he inserted my IV needle. I felt this cold sensation in my arm and asked what it was. it was apparantly just a saline solution at room temperature (which feels cold in a vein). Anyways, he's hit me up with the first bout of goods, which I think he said was pento-barbital. Apprantly 100 times more potent than demerol, so they use 1/100th of it. The benefit was that its effects do not last as long at that dosage. So anywyas, the conversation continued and i started feeling a buzz, like a "8 beer" buzz. I was pleased, but felt like passing out. Anyways, i just chilled for a bit and stumbled on some of my words. He then proceeded to hit me with some diazepam, which he said may hurt a bit. It felt like a dull pain in my veins. I could feel it working its way up my arm (the pain) and started to get really looped. That's when my buzz went completely off the beer-rating scale (probably like 20-30). I was blacked out.

I woke up after and I didn't even realize that i was out, and the doctor was just finishing up. He took out two roots and proceeded to stitch up the area. During the time, i was so looped off of all the drugs coursing in my veins, i started to smile when i saw the hook the used to stitch up the area. All-in-all, it was a good time. Afterwards, i got an ice pack, and a couple of prescriptions. One of which was a prescription for 14 hydromorphone HCL (awesome stuff)

Boy is having your teeth out fun!

When we went to fill my prescription, some guy was creating a scene with his young daughter, throwing out some f-bombs (about 3) and then sitting on a bench. I, being looped still, looked back in disgust at a 30 year old man acting like a 12 year old towards his 6 year old daughter. He piped up to me "what the fuck are you looking at, buddy." I sure as fuck wasn't his buddy, but i turned back and mockingly sneered at the son-of-a-bitch. I didn't even care, I was floating on clouds!

I wish I had two wisdom teeth on the top that i could get extracted on a later date; Good times.

Hold your horses..

I know I haven't updated my blog in a bit. Between the packing, the studying, the exam writing, the moving out, the 8 hour drive to fort mcmurray, the working of the 10 hour days, the hour and a half bus ride every day, and the NOT having of the internet has all hampered my style. But don't fret, my style will be back to show you all what the f- is up!