Today was the official last Monday of my sophomore year. I was really looking forward to today for two reason's though. 1) Awards ceremony and the possibility that I might have the dept. award for English. 2) Yearbook day. Even though I had my hopes up on the first part, my day was alright after all with the yearbook signing portion. Yearbook day is essentially the day where everyone is your friend again, even if you only talked while you were partners for a powerpoint project. But no hate here, I love it. I love collecting pretty little paragraphs like candy, and pulling them out later when I'm "lonely" or feel like "no one loves me". There was no joke there...

Anywhoms. I'm bringing my yearbook tomorrow because I'm not completely satisfied. Muahahaha.

At least I have no more research papers to write--except that I do. I forgot all about that damned PRP for AP Euro that is ESSENTIAL if I want to erase that 40 I got on the surprise map quiz. If I think about it, that's pretty good. Because I only left myself time to figure through 5 of the ten questions, and 4 out of 5 isn't bad at all!! But unfortunately i still need to find the time and motivation to write that little pest out of my life. 

I went to the orthodontist today after school. We talked about the surgery I'll be having next month, and planned the day that I'd come in and get the little lugs attached. And then the lady said, "bite down sweetie, let's see your overbite." So I showed her how my teeth like to hug each other when they chew. She all but gasped and said "well, you'll look a whole lot different then..."

And then it hit me. How different will I look? Will I like the way I smile? Will I suddenly realize what I've been missing? Will my face shape change? I tried on a new smile by moving my lower jaw forward, and it's one of those smiles where the bottom lip just barely conceals the bottom of the top teeth. If you follow me. My smile now is pretty happy, and my entire row of upper teeth come out to play every time. Will it really look strange and new after the knife? 

If so, I hope it will grow on me. The last thing I need is regret. Or fear. It's going to happen, and even if I forever lose feeling of my lower lip, I'll look better. I'll look better? (Yes, Carrie. You'll look better.)

At this point I'm just excited. I'll wear my hair up all the time because I won't try and hide that teensy jaw, and my mouth wont just hang open all day long like it tends to now. At night I'll be able to sleep comfortable (and I won't have to be concerned that I might drool if i turn on my stomach). 

Maybe that was more than you wanted to know, but at least you got what you should've expected from my blog title. 

Love,

Carrie Anne.