Teeth

I have really bad teeth. Always have. I've adopted the nickname sharkmouth to describe my state.


Pretty scary, huh. Other things I've been called are as follows:

Lamprey:


Velociraptor:


Anyways, so what happened was after taking a trip to the Orthodontist in October, I was informed braces were necessary. This didn't appeal to me. Nonetheless, a few trips to the dentist later to have teeth pulled and I was back yesterday.

After X-Rays and quick run through of what was to happen, they stuck me in a chair.

The next forty-five minutes are hazy to me. I was trying desperately to find my happy place and ignore the fact they were gluing metal to my teeth, and then wiring it so they all pulled together. Kind of like a group hug.

Too bad I hate hugs.

There was one point where I got blinded by purple. I'll never know what they did, but it was like this:



Some say I'm over dramatic.

So yeah. I'm rambling now. This post makes little sense. Blame a healthy amount of my last solid food being waffles. I haven't eaten anything normal forever. It's just been mashed potatoes and soup!

Azu's Old Schedule:

Breakfast: Nothing

Lunch: Whatever I brought from home. Usually granola bar, yogurt, and whatever Rae gives me.

Dinner: Decent foods

Azu's New Schedule:

Breakfast: Popsicles
BRUSH TEETH NOAW OR DIE.

Lunch: Ramen
BRUSH TEETH NOAW OR DIE.

Dinner: Mashed Potatoes
BRUSH TEETH AND FLOSS. NOAW. OR DIIIIE.

Okay, I question the quality of this post. I'm stopping before it gets worse.

-Azu