cleanliness is next to godliness

A month ago or so I moved out of my parents house and into my own little studio apartment in downtown Reykjavík. It's so much nicer than my old room, which was painted half black, half white and had holes in the floor. Also the white parts of the walls had been drawn all over by drunk people. Myself included.

I had made a deal with myself that I wouldn't let my new apartment get as messy as my old room and I think I'm doing a pretty good job except I'm not the cleanliest of girls, so it's still kinda messy.

Yeah, I'm kind of a slob, but sometimes I sweep the floors(the visible parts anyway), wash a few dishes and fold my clothes and put them away, and call myself a housewife.

The only thing I'm obsessed with keeping clean is the cat litter box.

I share a hallway with my landlady, and I'm constantly afraid that my apartment smells really bad and the smell oozes into the hall, especially if it's the smell of cat pee.

I'm scared she'll smell ammonia and think I'm cooking meth in here or something.

I'm also scared all the time that she'll knock on the door to ask for my rent or something and notice a dirty sock on the floor or week old noodles in the sink or that I haven't made my bed, and think I'm really disgusting and get mad 'cause I'm not a good housewife and and and... I don't know...

And then my cats keep dragging sand everywhere and peeing in the shower(seriously) and knocking their food and water bowls over and once they knocked a lamp over and the light bulb broke, it was in the middle of the night but I got up and cleaned it because I was so scared that the land lady would come in, at 4am on a Wednesday!

Like, when I've just cleaned and everything's all nice and shiny I'd want her to come over, it would just be so typical if she did right after my cats had a fit and broke everything!

I never had these worries when I lived with my parents, I really should make myself clean more often!

I have troll teeth

(notmymouthbutikindofwish?)

So so so... when my baby teeth fell out and the ones I have now started growing in, I very quickly realized there was something... off... about them.

1. They were HUGE. Before I grew into them, I got nicknamed Goofy, and likened to a horse by the genius bullies at my school. Eventually I grew into them but they're still kinda huge.

2. I had fangs. My eye teeth came out in front of my front teeth so I looked like the love child of Nosferatu and Gary Busey. This caused me to bite the inside of my upper lip all the time until it got really swollen and raw.

3. Some of my molars grew in sideways? Like... They grew into my mouth, not up. It was odd.

So my dentist sent me to get braces. Since dental care is insanely expensive in Iceland, my mom got a second job to pay for them. Good times. Also, this made the bullies come at me way harder, with incredibly unoriginal insults, which was great.

Two or three painful years later, I got my braces off, and showed up to school with a bright, happy, perfect smile. Minus the fact that my teeth were still too big for my face. Oh, well.

I still have a gap behind my right eye tooth from where they pulled a tooth, another one was supposed to grow back but then it didn't, and I didn't think much of it, just didn't smile very wide, until a couple of years ago when I noticed a bump in my mouth. I went to my dentist, he took some x-rays and told me it was the tooth that was missing. Except it's coming out of the roof of my mouth instead of the gap where it's supposed to go!

I was supposed to get painful and expensive surgery to put it in it's place but I've been putting it off, partly because I'm scared of the pain and I hate anesthesia but mostly because I'd rather spend the money on shoes and food.

And now, I think it's coming out on its own so maybe, mayyybe, I can avoid the surgery and just get braces instead! Happy days!

Except... I'll be a 23 year old with braces.