October 13 2011

October 13, 2011

(9:19am)

Sitting in the waiting room about to get my braces tightened. My dad accidentally dropped me off at the wrong place, the place I got my teeth extracted, but I was able to work it out. It was only up the road. When I came in, there was a young girl, about 14, crying. At first, I thought it was because her braces were too tight, then a doctor came out to hug her. Might have been pain from the braces. I didn't cry, but I know how much the braces hurt. I usually can't eat anything for at least 2 weeks.

(10:00am)

Braces are tight. They put a new type of band on to close up the space between the areas of my extractions. It's starting to hurt.

(11:35pm)

This is torture. My teeth hurt like crap, I can't bite or chew, I can barily brush, and I wanna know how much they pay those people on the Orajel commercials because they lied. I'm in pain, and all orajel did was numb my mouth and barily the pain. But mostly, I can't eat.

(11:50pm)

My dad still has these old cassette tapes of the O’jays and Isley brothers that have yet to be opened. Could you make money off of those? We could maybe be rich.