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simply because i'm so exciting.
so anyway, i have obtained the Bane of Self-Esteem. No, this is not a magical item on Runescape.
They're known in your tongue as BRACES.
today i got to sleep in a half-hour because of my appointment. the pleasantry STOPS THERE.
we got there early and i sat in the foul-smelling dental dungeon known as the Waiting Room.
a girl i know who's in my class was there too, but she was there to get her braces OFF. that's when i should have run.
so i get in the room, yes?
they start poking around in my mouth and not explaining what on earth they're doing exactly as Everybody's Freaking Pet Peeve indicates.
after about an hour and a half, they've glued the bracket things or whatever they call those vile instruments of discomfort to my teeth...
the girl says "oh, you didn't say what color you wanted"
i say "...color? i thought i was getting the err... ceramic.. CLEAR kind?"
she goes ".....................oh. hold on a minute" and leaves.
oh. fuck.
so turns out some incredibly considerate person neglected to mention on my paperwork that i do not want a mouth COMPLETELY full of metal.
they PRY the brackets off my top teeth. uncomfortable enough yet? they think not.
she then takes some kind of scraper to my teeth and SCRAPES the glue off... she is the nail, i am the chalkboard, i am NOT loving it.
then we start the WHOLE thing over again till i have the right freaking braces, and i've been sitting in the stupid chair for two freaking hours of my freaking life.
and my braces..
look...
STUPID.
HOLY CRAP, did i see this coming?
YOU BETCHA.
minus the mixup with the braces, that is. i guess i overestimate people's intelligence and/or compassion sometimes.
so.
for the next year, anybody who was planning to send me free plane tickets to japan, sorry, don't.
i wouldn't get through the airport metal detectors.
LATAHZ!
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