oh, and by the way.

I'm officially in dire need of braces.

I practically vomited on the person who tried taking impressions of my teeth today--I started crying and gagging and spitting and whimpering, and the lady (who had a British accent, which was really cool) was like, "Calm down! Calm down! You're going to make yourself choke!" The only thing there was to choke on anyway was my tongue, and who knows, I was freaking out so much I probably would have.

So then the orthodontist sat me and Dad and Mindy down and was like, All right, you need braces. Or you couuld do nothing and have your teeth fall out. (I hope he's not serious--that would really scare me!) But apparently I'll have ugly teeth and look like a hoodlum or a hooligan and I'm rather look like a normal teenager with straight teeth. But for now, braces.

Sigh.

We stopped at a VW dealer today on the way home and I looked at all the cars and now I realize I pretty much either get braces, or eventually get a nice car.

Straight teeth. Or car.

I think I take the car.