Random

I know it's late. I don't know why I stay up like this. . .I bet waking up at 10:30 every day doesn't help my clock. I'm not going to lie though, I really like waking up late every day.
Anyway, so I was checking up on some blogs and as I scrolled down to my lists I noticed my teeth in my profile picture. My first thought was that I have big front teeth. And then I remembered that I asked my last dentist if he thought that I needed a retainer (I have noticed lately, and my dad pointed it out once that my two front teeth protrude slightly from the rest of the team). He responded that he really liked my teeth because they looked like "fun person teeth". Really, he said that, "you know, like if someone saw you they would know you were a fun person because of your teeth." Interesting. He also laughed out loud when I asked him not to jiggle the needle as he deadened my mouth because although some dentists do it to distract the patient from the shot, it makes me feel like they are going to jiggle it right into my brain. He did a fine job with the Novocaine administration.
Also, last night Tracie fell asleep in my bed (as she often does "I'm just getting your bed warm!") and after I'd turned off the computer and done the nighttime rituals I turned around and she had just sat up and she said, "that's funny". I was like, are you still sleeping? And she laid back down. I told her it was time to go to her own big girl bed and as she was leaving my room, she said, "do you think we could each have our own bowl?" Huh? I said, of what? And she started laughing and said "that doesn't make sense." It's so funny because I hear her talk in her sleep every night through the wall and I wish I knew what she said. It was classic.
Which reminds me. A couple of months after I got home from my mission, my dad was going to a conference in LA for something so I begged to go along and hang out with some friends for a day and a half. I was super depressed and was excited to see Fresno again. On the drive home, it was super late (or early) and I was dozing off. I was dreaming about some Jazz basketball game and one of the players (I don't remember who it was now) had really long hair, but it was filled with little girl barrettes and hair things, like his little girl had made him up for the big game. I remember being so confused and saying out loud, "He has barrettes in his hair!" and my dad was like, what? Then we got pulled over because he was swerving a bit and the gas door was still open from our last refill (only about 5 miles earlier). Good times.
Told you it was random. I'll probably go to bed now. I already set my alarm clock for 8 so I could go to the gym, I think I might change that. Still going to the gym, though.