I have developed this bizarre obsession with keeping my teeth 100% tartar-free. Like, if I can feel even the tiniest trace of tartar with my tongue, I freak out. I went for about a month flossing constantly and trying to pick at it with my fingernails before I figured out that you can get dental picks at Walgreens. So I got a twin pack of "travel-sized" dental picks, one of which I keep in my purse and one of which I keep next to my computer. I don't use the purse one so much because it would be wierd to use a dental pick in public, but I am constantly scraping my teeth while I use the computer.



Yesterday was the annual low brass picnic at my professor's house. I kind of wanted a beer, but I felt wierd drinking with two of my band directors present. I told that to one of the tuba players. His response was that my only concern about drinking in front of them should be that they would make me chug it. Sure enough, about five minutes later, this exchange happened:

Pete(band director): Hey Curtis, you're drinking that beer pretty slowly there.
Curtis (who is definitely not 21): Oh, yeah?!?!?!?!?!

(Curtis then proceeds to take five minutes to chug the beer while Pete laughs hysterically.)

posted at 8:57 PM by Alison

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