So, it's the day after my birthday. I did a semi-wonderful dress rehearsal of the Spanish play, failed a Chemistry test, made a web in Sociology, had a pretty fun lunch, sang well in Concert Choir, and hung out in Geometry, and then I leave and go to The Place. I had to go back to the orthodontist today to pick up my dang retainers. My mother grabbin' retainers that I have to wear for three weeks almost 24/7. And then I have to sleep in it. First thing I do when I get out of the place is call my dad and whine. All he's got to say is, "well, you're the one with the teeth, here." Thanks, Dad. And then my mom was all making fun of me while we rode to church and stuff. But we had to go to dang Publix and get medicine and baby powder and toothpaste while I'm all trying to learn how to talk again with this piece of metal in my mouth. Michael made fun of me too, but Kim made him quit because I am having none of that from him. So I was in a grouchy mood because I can't stand the dang retainers and I'm supposed to speak Spanish and sing tomorrow. Tell you what, I won't wear the things to perform. I can't be caught doing that mess. You think a piece of metal with plastic attached that just chills in the roof of your mouth is attractive? No mother grabbin' way.