To everyone who has braces: I feel your pain.
My appointment to get braces was originally scheduled for the end of this week, but because someone else cancelled their appointment, I got bumped up.
Last night, I tried to get my hands on all the food I won't be able to eat for the next two years. My mom and I bought a pack of caramels, but sadly, she didn't moniter her intake and I got less than half the pack (sad, right?)
This morning, I stayed cuddled in my blankets much longer than necessary, hiding from life's problems. But all good things come to an end, so I mentally prepared myself before going to the Orthodontist. I was the only one there, which was kind of nice. First, they put a metal thing on the roof of my mouth. Then they cleaned and dried my teeth with this very *cough cough* delicious substance. The most relaxing part was when they were actually putting my braces on, mostly because I wasn't gagging (and that's not sarcasm). My Orthodontist is really chill, and they entertained themselves by guessing the artist to the songs that came on the radio. I got light blue bands, and I now look like Darla.
Also, my hair decided to embrace its inner lion.