So like every college student on a break, I had a dentist's appointment this morning. It was a different hygienist than usual (and I didn't see Alex's mom there today, although she usually is and he was there the day before me with the same hygienist).I was sitting in the chair, trying not to grip the arms as she poked and prodded at my teeth (see example at right), and I couldn't change the radio station. It was the cheesiest pop music ever, and I was stuck listening to "Party in the USA," in its entirety, as she polished my teeth with this nasty stuff. Then she kept polishing as the song changed to "Touch My Body." It was unbearable.
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