Lash Attack!

Over the years I've developed this really weird habit of pulling and ripping out gently tugging on my eyebrows or eyelashes whenever I'm frustrated or upset. It's a weird habit but I've learned my lesson, trust me! I looked in the mirror one day (a few months ago) and realized that my bad habit was making my eyebrows a little too thin, and my eyelashes a little too nonexistent. I was afraid to tweeze my brows because I'd have zilch left if I did! 
About a month ago I made the life changing and seriously difficult rough decision to NOT touch my lashes or brows at all for a long time. As ridiculous as it may seem, it was really hard for me to keep from doing. Time and time again I would catch myself reaching toward my face whenever I felt annoyed or angry. 
However, Ladies and Gents, I've accomplished my goal of growing my brows & lashes back to their original state of fullness, and life has never been better!
Now I don't feel depressed when I'm putting on mascara. It's an indescribably incredible feeling!
Okay, maybe it's not that serious but I'm not gonna lie, it makes me happy inside!

To all of you who supported me while I was going through this private struggle of mine, THANK YOU.  My facial hair (strictly lashes & brows, people! Don't get any crazy nose/ear hair ideas!) may not have been able to grow this far without you.


Sincerely,

Chips & Roots.

Novocaine is great for some things and horrible for others. 
I got a root canal about 3.5 hours ago and the left side of my mouth/face is still numb. Ugh.
I may actually be drooling right now but I won't notice until it hits my lap. Yuck. Sorry. Kinda gross, I know.
I figured you'd enjoy staring at a panoramic Xray of my lovely teeth. 

There they are! Beautiful, aren't they? Those teeth that look like they don't belong are my fabulous wisdom teeth, and they truly don't belong. I have no room for them in my "small jaw," says my dentist. She showed me a few pictures of her daughter (who happens to have a small jaw just like mine) and told me that all her wisdom teeth had to be removed as well. So, I'm not alone in this world. Ha. 

If you look closely at my two front teeth, the one on the right is slightly chipped. I'll tell ya the story in a nutshell:
I was 10 yrs. old. My mom was mopping the kitchen floor (which happened to be covered in hard tile. Still is.) I was drinking something in the living room when I heard my mom yell out: "Hey everyone! The kitchen floor is wet! Be careful in here!" I heard what she said but the warning didn't completely register because I was totally wrapped up in whatever it was I was watching.
(This is turning out to be much more than just a nutshell of a story. Sheesh. I can never make it short and sweet.) 
So, during the commercial I got up and ran toward the kitchen sink to drop off my cup. I slipped and fell. My face hit the ground. Chipped my tooth. The end.

Every single time I visit the dentist I get asked the very same question: "Do you wanna have that chip fixed?" My answer is always the same: "Nope. I'm used to it and it doesn't bother me."

I don't know who I'd be if I didn't have a chipped tooth!
It  has served a good purpose: to keep me grounded and remind me that "imperfections" are what make us all unique and beautifully created individuals. 
I've grown to accept that particular chip of an imperfection. I may get it fixed someday, but not anytime soon.



So yeah, turns out my wisdom teeth were not the cause of my severe pain over the weekend . . . a dying nerve, within one of my molars, was the root cause. Therefore, a root canal was necessary. Truthfully, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would.


Okay, enough about my teeth. I'm tired of talking about them and having dentists poke 'em and examine 'em. I just want dental peace! Thanks.


In 14 days (the countdown continues) it'll be Thanksgiving Day and I'll be flying out to visit my beloved boyfriend. Thank God! It's been way too long since I last spent quality time with him and I miss him like crazAy!


(Sorry for the random bursts of ideas but my thoughts are in a jumble, kinda like peas when they're boiling. Yup. Just like that!)


I woke up at 6am this morning to work on a 5 page rough draft due online at 9am. I had to compare and contrast two 18th century works of literature. I tried completing it last night but between my annoying molar issue and the fact that my patience has been running thin, I could not focus for the life of me! I decided to try doing it early in the morning and it worked! I felt at ease, my mind felt nice and clear, and I had no issues typing up my thoughts and ideas.

I emailed it to my professor at 9:05am. Five minutes late. Better late than never. 


I shall end here because I'd be rambling if I didn't.

By the way, I can actually feel my mouth again! Yay!

Wisdom Hurts!!

Come right on in and bear this load along with me! PLEASE! 

It's 6:30AM and I was hoping to sleep in. No such luck; my wisdom tooth had other, much more painful and a whole lot less enjoyable plans.
How very sweet. 
I've woken up every hour or so (since 1am) to rub Anbesol on the lower right side of my good ol' gums. 

WHO IN THE WORLD INVENTED WISDOM TEETH AND WHY IN THE WORLD DO WE NEED THEM?!?!?! 

Ugh. 

This annoying pain is seriously making me wanna reach in my mouth and make a very courageous (yet equally stupid) attempt at pulling a few teeth out, roots and all . . . That might cause me just a smidge more pain, so I'll resist the urge and deal with this. 

I need a shot of novacaine. That'd do the trick! Too bad there's none of that in my medicine cabinet. 

I just wanna sleep in peace. Does anyone care? ? ? ? 

I could go ahead and pop a few Tylenol Extra Strength capsules and hug my pillow in peace, but I'm not big on poppin' pills. I never have been. I normally just deal with the pain. Jon lectures me for it  all the time: "What is wrong with you?! You've been in pain all day and you haven't taken anything for it?? Go take something NOW." My thinking is: "Medicine doesn't take the pain away; it only hides the pain for a little while. I don't like foreign substances in my bloodstream, therefore I don't like pain killers." Needless to say, I sometimes end up eating my words mainly because

PAIN HURTS. 

If it weren't 3:30am in Cali right now I'd call him to vent and make him share my burden. Poor Jon. He's on the path of sharing Becky's burdens for the rest of his life.

(shhhh! No one mutter a word to him about what he's getting himself into!)

I believe I've found the cure for this throbbing gum nonsense! I've felt significantly better since I started typing away. It could be that when I sit up in bed there's less blood flow to my mouth, which decreases the throbbing and lessens the pain. It could also be that I'm distracted by the thousands of thoughts that are running through my mind (one of them still being rippin' a few teeth out.)

Whatever the case may be, I think I may try to fall asleep again. 

If this doesn't work, I'll be one cranky chick all day. 

Woe is me! 

The pain just crept back into my gums . . . I may just pop some pills after all. 

Ugh!

Hair, Hair, Everywhere!

Today I went to the hair salon and resisted the urge to chop my locks off. (I'm patting myself on the back right now.)

This is what I truly wanted:

or this:





or this:




Yup, you guessed correctly. I take pictures of myself every time I hit the salon. I gotta keep a record of the ones I LOVE and the ONE I hated. The following haircut was the result of me telling my former hair stylist, "Ummm. I don't really know what I want. Just do whatever." Never EVER again. I seriously cried after the deed was done. The Asian rockstar look was NOT my cup o'tea.

There are plenty more cuts where those came from, but I'll spare you the hairy mess. (hahaha)


So, this is what I got today. (Please excuse the missing half of my face. It looks a lot like the other half, if you were curious.)

I knew I'd wanna smack myself upside the head if I had gone through with a major choparoo. So, I controlled my desires and went with a trim.
Until next time, when I'll go for something I've never gotten before. Maybe something similar to Sinead O'Connor's famous lack of locks or Donald Trump's infamous 'do. Who knows. 
One thing's for sure, I'll never be reliving my super duper long haired past.





I'll save the Rapunzel look for my future daughters.