I don't know what to title this entry

The Big Band Swing Night Dance is tonight, and my mom's not home to help me get ready, and I can't button my dress by myself, and Christina's phone is broken and I can't find the hair curler. And I feel really shitty already because of getting braces, and rain makes me depressed. I mean, I love the rain, and I love that it calms me, but it's not helping right now. Braces hurt and I know this is the second time I've gotten bottom braces. Mr. Peabody is going to hate me forever because my mouth is going to bleed so much when I play my clarinet that I'll have to stop playing and that will piss him off. Plus it's that time of month, which is really not helping. Plus my dress is rather tight, so it's not going to help me breathe very well, which isn't good since this is a dance! Which is starting in an hour, and I haven't started getting ready because as you can see, I can't quite do that. And I'm nervous that my dress is either going to be totally not appropriate for the dance, or that it will rip or something since it's fifty years old and thread gets tired after a while. Which is why I'm afraid to breathe in it. So I can't get a hold of Christina since her fax machine is picking up my calls instead of her phone, and it's not like she pays attention to me when I'm on the phone with her anyways. But that's my shitty mood talking right now, since normally I find it very amusing when she talks to her cats on the phone instead of me. Like, seriously, why do you have to call someone to talk to your cats? Why not talk to your cats and then call me, so you don't have to interrupt yourself by yelling "Hi Oreo!" into the phone?

Plus it's not like I'm going to be able to eat anything while I'm at the dance, if I even go to it. My mouth hurts so bad, and I can't close my mouth properly because my tooth touches the bracket, which will fall off if I clench my jaw too hard. And the girl who was putting the wire on didn't put this one rubber band on all four corners of the bracket, so I don't know what the repercussions of that is going to be.

It's hilarious that random people comment on my blog and are all, "Great blog! Go to this site!" or something. I don't mind at all, if you're one of those random people that I don't know, go ahead and comment! I appreciate the time and effort you went through to read this sentence. *Attention* Reading this word is costing valuable energy! Think of your poor mitochondria in the muscles of your eyes that have worked so hard to produce all of that ATP so your muscle cells can move so you can read this. "If you love yourselves, you love your cells!" Mr. Addis is weird, but that seemed very appropriate right then. Thank you, Mr. Addis, for that quote.

I feel slightly better now, even though writing this did nothing but waste 15 minutes of my time. To all of you random people, thank you for reading my blog. It's nice to know that anonymous masses of people care enough to take time out of their day to read about someone's life. That's more than I can say about my friends. Believe me, if they would just read my blog, it would save me so many explanations. They would understand me better. And then I wouldn't have to repeat myself to every one of them. So thanks again. ttyl!