Retainer Rant

I have to wear this retainer-like thingy that my dad got after he went for an aesthetic dentistry course today. Apparently it's to correct the slight overbite I have.

Great idea, except that the thing is bloody painful and I can't talk! I literally can't say a word - just make odd grunting noises in accordance to what the words sound like. Gah. My parents find that hilarious, of course, and the fact that I can barely close my mouth around it is apparently the joke of the century.

"Her teeth will be fine, but she'll need plastic surgery to get her lips back in place! Hahahahaha!"

Bah. Humbug.

You'd think the man who made me wear this thing in the first place would be more sympathetic, but NOOO. He's the biggest culprit of all! My mum is a little kinder - but not much!

David's the only one who tells me not to wear it.. coz it makes me a "fatso nerd". Or was it "nerdy fatso"? I can't quite keep up with the many insulting nicknames he has for me. Lol. They change everyday!

God save the queen. This'll be the longest six months of my life!