Consistency Fail. Newly Condemned.

That's right, condemned. To die. Or get braces. Y'know, it's pretty much the same thing.

So the past week I've been trying to get up the motivation to blog. Even if nobody reads it, I try to do it for posterity. Or to prove to myself that yes, I CAN actually keep something up for more than a year. Or just because I can. Here's what I did. I compiled, all in my noggin, the pointless stories and anecdotes of My Life As A Non-Potato Homosapien. Just for you. That's right. You're special. FEEL SPECIAL.

Anyway. Today, I went to the orthodontist. Exciting, right? So we sit down, and my orthodontist gets out those pictures of my teeth and that plaster cast of my teeth and makes red marks.
"Here is where her jaw is."
"Here's where it's s'posed to be."
"Here's where this tooth is. And this tooth. They're s'posed to line up."
"Here's her jaw. Here's how it's set on top of the bottom jaw. It's s'posed to be like this."
Ohhhhh sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeet.
"She'll have braces, top and bottom, and rubber bands for 28 to 36 months."
WHAT?!?!?!?!??!
That's...
Two years.
My eyes got really big and the orthodontist laughed at me.

I'm pretty sure the "Orthodontasaur" was a type of dinosaur. Then they evolved into people and are now planning to strap metal to my teeth. Silly dinosaur instincts.

I had a dream last night. A weird one.
See, there was a group of us, and we were all running from one place to another, and I wanted to be first. Since I was feeling particularly fast in this dream, I ran ahead. Then all these jock boys caught up to me and started to pass me, but I sped up. I think. Something happened, and we had to stop in some sort of convenience store that I'm PRETTY sure was in another dream of mine. So we were all hanging around and then it got dark and I got mad because I hadn't run enough that day. Apparently, I was psycho in this dream. Then my best friend, who was in the dream, turned into a lesbian and confessed that she was in love with me.
Then I think I woke up.
Or something else happened.
It was one of THOSE dreams, y'know? Where your subconscious is POSITIVE your alarm is going to go off, so it kinda half wakes you up so you can check the clock, and you think, "I HAVE to remember this dream," but that wakes you up all the way and then your alarm DOES go off and then you forget it.
It's very sad, really.

I had STORIES, I promise. But they just FLEW out the window the second I started watching American Idol.
Hmm. Is there a direct correlation between the two?
Or just a bizarre coincidence?
THE WORLD MAY NEVER KNOW.

Love
Love
Love
Samm

Song Quote Of Note: "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day when it's cold outside."
Title; My Girl.
Artist; The Temptations.
^^^Classic, classic, classic. Also, Aaron Kelly sang this on Idol today, and I LOVE HIM. He's like a puppy. I just wanna hug him.