Dance Festival...

So several months ago we started practices for this Dance Festival and it really sucked. We had to do it instead of mutual and they were really boring and stupid and nobody wanted to go to them. So after I came to Utah for that week I hadn't gone to any of the practices. I figured that not knowing the dances would get me out of going. It didn't. But it wasn't that bad.

We got kinda ripped off though because the Dance Festival was combined with Youth Conference so only like half of the first day was actually speakers and stuff like that. The rest of the day and the two other days were just dance, dance, dance.

There were people from all over Washington coming to this. There were people from Olympia and Elma and everywhere. Every Stake had to pay a crap load of money just to do it. There were over two thousand people there. So every Stake had a designated color of shirt. Graham [that would be my group] had purple. Of all colors.

We were meeting at the giant boob... I mean the Tacoma Dome. It is in Tacoma. It's like the Ghetto. My Priesthood leader dude is an undercover cop and he makes drug deals there all the time. It's really a great place.

So because of the wonderful area we aren't allowed to even go to the bathroom without our chaperone and our whole group waiting outside of it.

But it turned out that i did know the dances and had fun doing them in front of hundreds of people.

My Weekend...

I forgot to tell you guys. I'm doing youth conference/dance festival this weekend. It started thursday and todays the last day. I'll tell you more when i have a chance.

Wisdom Teeth 3...

So having my teeth out isn't that bad... I got home and had to have big gauze pads shoved back to cover the incisions and they got soaked with blood pretty fast... Than I had to take a Vicadin and two ibuprofen for the pain and to reduce swelling.... All I could eat was pudding and chicken broth and milk and stuff that requires no chewing.... so than when it got later I had to take these freaking huge horse-pill looking antibiotics... I'm not good at taking pills so I tried several times to get it down but couldn't... It's a big, long green pill that's covered in some "easy to swallow" casing that's supposed to make it easy to swallow.... so that was melting.... so I had to rip it in half and put it in the monster glass of water I had to drink with it... the first few gulps weren't that bad but after that.... well it was, by far, the worst thing I have ever tasted... and the taste just stayed on your tongue and in your saliva for hours... so this morning I just took it whole [hahahahah.] So when I went to bed last night my mom said that if my mouth hurt than to come to her room and she would give me more drugs.... It didn't start hurting until i got up this morning... it feels really wierd and I'm worried about pulling the clots out... which would be bad....

Wisdom Teeth Cont.

So i just got my wisdom teeth pulled and now i'm sitting on my bed. My face is numb and i'm not too loopy anymore. Oh and grandma and grandpa are here now.

Wisdom teeth...

I'm having my wisdom teeth pulled today at 2:00. I'm not excited. It didn't sound too bad until I had the brilliant idea to look it up on wikipedia. Now I'm not so excited. It sounds disgusting. I have problems with regular dentist work. Just the guy sticking his surgical instruments all the way in the back of my mouth makes me want to vomit... not to mention he's pulling out my teeth. But they're impacted and so I guess it needs to be done... Not that that fact makes me feel better about having it done....

I can't think of a title...

I've been back from Utah for a week or two. Or something like that... I'm not really sure... So I filled out that job application for safeway a while ago, right? Well I filled one out for Baskin-Robbins as well, cause that sounds much funner than bagging groceries... So I call the store to see if the manager has had time to go over my application [that whole "squeaky weel gets the oil" theory] and he said he hadn't but he wanted to see me. The manager is a guy from Japan I think and he is very hard to understand. So anyways I went to the place the yesterday at four and went in the back and he was eating his lunch. So I stood there for a couple seconds while he slurped down the rest of it and than he asked me what my name was... I told him and he said "Oh, so you're the Kenji." Well yes, as a matter of fact, I am the Kenji. Than he started looking through his horribly unorganised desk for my application... And he couldn't find it... Like are you serious? How did he swing that? So he had me write down my name and my phone number and my cell phone number, he said he would find my application and call me than I left...

So today I had nothing better to do than go to work at Boilermasters inc. with my dad... but it's not like one of those "come see what daddy does at work day" things... no, not at all... I get paid $8 an hour and I sweep and cut pipes and smash stuff... It's not too bad...... And he just handed me $52 dollars in cash... That's a pretty good deal. So now I'm in his office, on his computer blogging. And the letters are huge. Like an inch tall... um... I think I might have a seizure... But it was a pretty good day... I didn't have a reaction to the orange hand soap and i didn't fall on my butt jumping on big fat heating vent pipes...