Orthodontic Devices of DETH and forks which are not.

Orthodontist appointment today. Caught the bus to Bondi with jess and had Chinese with her and Stan, who had some problems with his utensils, resulting in the following convo:

Stan: You call this a fork? This is not a fork!
Me: Oh, this is a fork. It's just that this is not the fork you are looking for.
Stan: Heh.
Jess: Hahaha. That's really wrong.
Stan: O_o eh? Star Wars?
Jess: Hehehe. Not Star Wars.
Me: o_O uh?
Jess: Hehehe. This is not the fork you are looking for. You know? Fork?
Stan: OH!
Me: @_@ eh?
Stan: Never mind, if you don't get it you won't get it.
Me: Not even if I ask you at gun-point?
Jess: Oh, he'll explain it, you just won't get it.
Stan: Hey, you still haven't explained that bondage thing at the computer fair.
Me: 6_6 er heh what thing oh that thing er nevermind you know I've forgotten what it was now anyway.
Jess: Whoah, you two went to a bondage computer fair together?

Then they went off to the library and I went to spend half an hour in a waiting room and then have my retainers bent. I suspect that whatever he did will not reduce my tendency to spit while wearing them. Argh die orthodontic devices of DOOM die.

In other news, I have twelve assignments. When did all this happen?! And Jess advises against doing two-unit maths, although her main reason seems to be that three-unit is relaxing. I shall have to see, it all depends how much I want that BAC.