My brain even feels numb- hence the rambling

Right now I'm recovering from an especially harrowing dentist visit. I went over there this morning and they strapped me down, drugged me up, and dug out my wisdom teeth. I have a feeling wisdom teeth without roots are more valuable than grow ones, and the Doc is planning to sell them on the black market. Never mind that "It'll keep your teeth nice and straight so you won't need braces again!" nonsense.

I just had a very large milkshake. I tried to eat pudding but for some reason it made the taste of blood in my mouth stronger. That reminded me of Fight Club. Drooling blood and counting how many teeth you lost may give Fight Club members hard-ons, but I'm less than thrilled.

When my mom got her last wisdom tooth out she slept all day. I had one short nap and I don't feel tired. I feel like watching something violent. I'm anxious to see others suffer. I can relate to The Departed characters on a whole new level. Speaking of The Departed, when my dad and I saw it in theaters, it stunk really bad. And by stunk I mean locker room-dirty socks kind of smell. We went back last week and it smelled like any other room. My dad's theory is that people from the last Departed screening sweat so much from the suspense, the whole place was filled with the aroma. I believe it. That was probably the most stressful movie I've ever seen.

Anyway I want something violent to watch while I regain the feeling in my chin and bottom lip. I rented Rush Hour, A Fish Called Wanda, and A Good Shepherd. I'm leaning toward Rush Hour, even though I've already seen it. Maybe this time I'll get all the jokes.

Gotta go, I'm drooling on the key board again.

Airline fare

I just got back from Europe. I went on a tour of France and Italy, and it was basically the most amazing ten days of my life. I got to see sights I had only ever glimpsed from Roman Holiday and Amelie. Incase you weren't sure, Europe is a long way away. From Denver to Frankfurt it took nine hours, which is more than ample time to watch a couple movies.
On the way there they showed Catch and Release, which I despised and hope to never see again, and Freedom Writers, which was a little clique, but ultimatley endearing. It was by far the best movie I saw on the trip.
On the bus driving from Florence to Rome we watched Stripes. One girl said it was her first R-rated movie. Yes! We have cultural growth! I just wish she could have seen a good movie. Oh well. We also watched Charlie's Angel's 2. I hadn't seen the first one, and now I don't plan to.
On the plane coming back we saw Wild Hogs and Music and Lyrics. Wild Hogs was okay, there were some funny parts, but I wouldn't have watched it if I could have slept. I enjoyed Music and Lyrics more than I would like to admit. I'm not partial to romantic comedys, but I suppose after sitting on a plane for five hours any distraction is welcome.

Ah! Don't I have anything good to say about movies? How about this: The Talented Mr. Ripley is amazing. Martin Scorsese is a God. I want to marry Pedro Almodovar.

*Whew* That's better.