So...

Dentist didn't go so well. They were trying to make impressions of my teeth, so they pressed a wedge of pink wax up onto my teeth, left it there for five minutes, then took it off.

Having wax in my mouth was pretty disgusting, but I didn't mind so much. What I minded (and which also made the appointment run a lot longer than it needed to be) was that the wax kept getting caught on my braces and messed up the impressions, so I had to have wax pressed in my mouth 10 times before the dentists could get it right. This is for top and bottom teeth.

A lot of the wax had crumbled off on my face, so I had to scrub wax off of my face before I could finally leave.

I'm making this sound worse than it was, but I didn't like it.

Then when I got out, I needed the bathroom pretty badly. My house is just around the corner from the dentist's, so I was irritated when my dad told me that we were going to the market to get lunch (this usually takes a while). We walked a few blocks; I found a Barnes&Noble, though, and even though I didn't buy anything, I snuck into the bathroom.

After that, I wasn't so annoyed, as if I had forgotten everything that precluded my gladness.

I don't expect anyone to read this, but aren't blogs supposed to be about one's life?