Bah! It feels as though one of the little rubber loop thingies on my braces is coming loose, with a bit of wire behind it. I suppose that's what we get, though, for not going to the orthodontist for five months. Dad couldn't be arsed to take me to an appointment in March, and we just haven't gotten around to rescheduling.

Mom had a minor shitfit about it, though, and decided she would take me whether Dad liked it or not. That's coming up... next week, I believe. August 8. Hopefully, I get these braces off soon. I want to chew gum again! I've had them on for almost two years, and they're quite straight by now. Spacing's fixed and everything.

My friend Jane keeps telling me to do what Jenna Jameson did and have my brother take the braces off with a pair of household pliers... but that ain't gonna happen. One, I don't like the idea. We don't have powerful enough drugs to knock me out for that. Two, I don't even know where my brother IS. He has a habit of disappearing for months at a time and never speaking to us for that entire time.

*pokes loosening wire*

And on my birthday--back on May 5--one of my brackets snapped off, and I've just been dealing with a loose bit of wire near my molars ever since. Pokin' into the lining of my mouth. Fortunately, Karen (my stepmother, a dentist) came home with the proper snipping tool a few weeks later and managed to cut off part of it so that it was tolerable.

*pokes wire again*

It doesn't really feel like wire. It's not sharp and it's not metallic. Maybe it's a piece of some food stuck in there, even after repeated brushings?

I dunno.

I hope I get the fuckin' things off soon, though.