I just got braces for the second time. FML.

My mother, in her apparently neverending quest to make my teeth perfect,decided on the day I was supposed to get my braces off that, oh no wait a minute, how about we get four of your teeth pulled so that those silly top teeth won't be sticking out quite so badly, hm?

DO NOT WANT DO NOT WANT DO NOT WANT DO NOT WANT.  D:

But arguing was useless, and so it was decided (entirely by my mother, I might add) that my teeth were going to be pulled. She went to some dentist she's apparently friends with (I have never seen that dentist previously in my life) and got said dentist to be all, "Honey, your teeth are sticking out so much that you cant close your mouth properly; see, look, your teeth are pushing your lips outward! Let's pull them out so that you won't regret it later~*"

Might I add at this point that at the time of the visit, I had only gotten half my braces off for about a week? Thus, I had a) half a centimeter of metal and wire still cemented to my bottom teeth and b) only had a week to adjust to not having the aforementioned amount of metal and wire cemented in a similar manner to my top teeth? It's having braces that makes my mouth difficult to close, and it's not like I'd had any time to get used to my newly-stripped teeth; my lips hadn't adjusted to the gap yet.

In fact, after I got the braces put back onto my top teeth today (I really am annoyed by my mother sometimes), it's become actually consciously difficult for me to fully close my mouth again. So now I look like an idiot, and I'll continue to look like an idiot through a good portion of stupid high school because of the stupid dentist and my stupid mother** (what's sad is that the orthodontist is the only one at least partly on my side >.<) and their stupid tooth-pulling schemes.

(This place is reserved for capslock expletives that, for the sake of family friendliness, never made it onto the post.)

Anyway. Speaking of putting on the braces again (have I mentioned that I really am annoyed by my mother sometimes?), I had to sit (no, wait, it wasn't sitting, oh no, it was lying down at an uncomfortable angle so that the back of my head was completely numb) with my mouth stretched (uncomfortably!) open while people poked metal things in my mouth and sucked all the moisture out of it at the same time. So by the end of it, my tongue was completely dried out, I had an awful taste in the back of my throat from I-don't-know-what, the back of my head felt really weird, my mouth hurt, I had another pointy half-centimeter of metal and wire stuck once again on my teeth, and my mouth couldn't close properly.

And hey, guess what? NONE OF IT HAS GONE AWAY.

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*And then, of course, she went on to relate horror stories about people who didn't want to pull teeth when they were teenagers and then had to foot the bill for major oral surgery later; etc, etc.

**Okay, fine, she's not stupid and I really do love her and every decision she makes is for my own good. I know. But sometimes I need to vent, alright?

Last Tuesday of September!

I notice, upon looking this over, that this post seems a bit overreactory and giant-squid-of-anger-like. Perhaps I went a little overboard with all the bold and CAPS LOCK OF DOOM. . .?
Ah, well. You have been warned; the following post may be a bit bratty.
Tomorrow is Carrie's birthday!  :D It's going to be totally awesome, you know. I'm currently making the banner with a combination of Gimp and Picnik; it's quite nice.

I now have completely given up on science class, at least for the time being. For the past week, we've been doing endless significant figure, scientific notation, and factor label "practice problems" that are all annoying, badly formatted ("I forgot to make those exponents superscripted," my science teacher says when faced with a problem like "7.9x10-4," which, as you can see, is an entirely different problem without the frikkin' superscript), and all-around tiresome and stupid.
The last problem of yesterday's homework was a problem in which one had to somehow convert pounds-per-inch-cubed into grams-per-milliliter. The problem did not specifically say that it applied to water (which is the only instance I know of right now for which converting between inches cubed and milliliters is possible). Oh, no. Instead, it only said "an object."
Now, one is OBVIOUSLY not allowed to assume that the object whose density is being measured is water; that would be an incorrect assumption in most cases. In fact, the most recent lab my class did completely and utterly FAILED because practically everybody just assumed that mass=volume (like it does for water at certain temperatures). So their densities were all one, and it was ridiculous.
Of course, that fact seems to have ENTIRELY ESCAPED my dear science teacher, who, when asked how to do the problem (my classmates, apparently, have grown some sense and did not assume that the problem was talking about water), just said, "Oh, yeah, the problem was talking about water. After all, that's the only way you can solve it."


Right.
Right.
Please excuse me for a moment, while I go and scream out my frustration.


YOU CANNOT JUST ASSUME STUFF IN SCIENCE! IF THE PROBLEM DOES NOT EXPLICITLY SAY "WATER," TEACHER, YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EFFIN' ASSUME ANYTHING! AAAAARRRRRRGGGGH! D:<


Obviously, I need to go scream some more. And maybe swear a bit while I'm at it.


So, yeah. My science teacher is annoying, and I seriously cannot imagine spending another eight and a half months with her.
>.<


That's all I have to say. Lynda's usually the ranter, but I needed to blow off steam.


xiy