Ladies and gents, I have my first cavity! Be full of tender, affectionate, friendly pride. Er, it's not that much of an achievement. I mean, the only reason I have the stupid thing is because my stupid "30 tooth" (a molar waaaay in the back, and I know it's 30 because I read my whole chart when the hygienist was gone. I was bored. And it looked remotely interesting.) was born (tooths are born! and they should be called tooths!) with a teeny hole in it, thereby forming a "cavity". Yes. So now I have to get all the regular cavity uproar - with no fun (lack of brushing, overindulgence on sugar, etc) whatsoever! My only comfort is that somehow my younger sister (not the same one who hates emptying the dishwasher) has the same problem with the same cause, so we can endure the same suffering with the same lack of fun at the same time.

But there is good news. I finally have school supplies, so I can go to classes tomorrow a better, smarter student. It isn't a matter of actual brain cells, but the knowledge that I have just the right binder for my algebra homework and just the right notebook for my notes. Yes, stuff is certainly boosting to the ego. Curse human nature.

Ehhh... I did have something else to say. I really did. It slips my mind, but there was something there--there was!

Meh. Couldn't have been that important.

...and that, ladies and gents, was a pitiful attempt on my part to cover my own failed memory. See, in disclaiming the importance of whatever it was I forgot, I attempt to make myself look better because obviously I only forget the useless, unimportant things. Thus my brain cells, which never seem to produce much friction, can save some energy (no point in trying to remember something if everyone thinks it's useless) and I can save some face.

...adieu.... =)

Behold the beautiful punctuation, semi-correct grammar, and capitalization! Behold, the only smiley on the page is composed of text! Behold, my normal nature is restored! Huzzah!