I will end the silence for Garson. I kind of felt like blogging earlier, so here goes.

On Tuesday I got my wisdom teeth pulled out. Everything went well. I was pretty nervous about getting it done only because I chose to do it asleep. I considered having it done awake, but I don't really want to hear the hacking and sawing of my gums and teeth. Many people don't know but I do have an irregular heart beat (for all you non-medical students out there, my heart does weird skips sometimes). I got it back in December and it hasn't completely gone away, but the doctors cleared me so on I go. As the doctor was preparring for the procedure, he hit his head on the lamp above and was all like "Man, that hurt like hell." I tried to smile and play it off like it was a funny thing, but that make me even more scared. The last thing you want is a pissed of surgeon.

Anyway, things have been good the past three days. Tuesday I just stayed in bed. I was up and walking by Wednesday. There was barely any swelling and I was saying to myself "Sheesh, nobody can even tell I had my wisdom teeth done." Then I think that angered God off and by Thursday morning my cheeks puffed up (I bet God had his wisdom teeth taken out). I did miss Melvin's Wild Wild Party. Whoever went can update me later and tell me who brought the kegs. Kegs of holy water I mean. Peony invited me to play volleyball with them on Thursday. I would've went, only if a volleyball hit me in the face I would explode and bleed everywhere on the courts. I decided to just wait and heal up so we can take on Porno Mustache Guy one last time before school starts.

So that's basically been it for the past few days. I've just been sitting at home wasting the days away. In a way, I'm glad to have it done during the summer because I don't have to worry about the school work. But at the same time, it is hard to know that everyone else is out there in the world having fun while you're sitting at home weighing your cheeks to determine which side is puffier. But it really has given me a greater appreciation to the little things. You don't know how bad I want to eat a hamburger right now. As soon as I feel I'm fully recovered, I'm heading over to some fast food places and treating myself to a dinner that will have enough calories to cover me for the week. So all you people out there able to eat everything you want, go out and do it before you get your wisdom teeth out!

Ok now try to get this. My brother Dave has a girlfriend named Lana. Lana has a brother named John. And John knows a girl who was just casted to be in the next Real World. I thought that was pretty cool. They won't even tell anyone where the next Real World will be casted, so everything is pretty secret right now. But Dave tells me she's Asian and pretty wild, so I'll definately be watching. I would love to be on the Real World, but I know I'm not wild enough (I don't think anybody wants to play Bible Pictionary with me on the Real World). I would probably get stuck on the Road Rules with all the rejects. But it would be horrible to have your life filmed 24/7. I couldn't even take a shower without feeling weird. And geez, on that show, everybody sleeps with everybody. It's kinda like Friends. The fame would be nice in the beginning, but I don't want to be caught on tape doing something stupid. I'd probably end up being the guy who called Latisha a "Ho."

And that leads me to my final topic, being famous. I think it's everybody's dream, but think about it, it's not so great. New York Giants football player Jeremy Shockey called a coach a "Homo." And now he's being publicly ripped for it (and rightly fully so). But I can say whatever I want, and it's great. Kobe Bryant goes off and has sex with some girl. And the next thing you know this story is everywhere. It's probably on shows like Barney and Teletubbies too. Yet men cheat on their wives everyday and nobody gives a crap (sorry to all you married men out there, I'm not trying to give you a bad name. hehehe). Have you seen the Celebrities Uncensored on tv? It's a horrible lifestyle. These Paparazzi film these stars doing the dumbest things (I guess I'm watching it so it must work). I do admit I enjoy watching JLo make out with Ben Hoofleck, but do I really need to see Madonna watering her plants or Matt Damon eating a hot dog? No, I don't! So stop filming this stuff. I guess filming it is the only way to get the great stories. If Matt Damon chokes and dies eating his hot dog, the Paparazzi will be all over the story.

So that's it. Hope you learned something from this blog. I sure didn't. Bye.