Dx3

Dentist, Drumming, Debate.

I like to call today the triple D. Sounds like a bra size, doesn't it. D-cup! Sadly, I don't much about bra sizes. Or should I say thankfully? Back to the point, I am sitting here watching the presidential debate right now. The third D.

Back to the beginning, the first D was my dentist appointment at about 11:20am this morning. In a few months I'll only have to wear my super fantastic rainbow retainers at night! Cheers to that, my friends.

The second D was drum lessons. As usual, it was fun! When Phil was making a copy of a page from a lesson book for me, he said that the copier machine sounded like it was going to take off; just levitate away. I found that to be hilarious! So random. Oh, and as usual, Phil is still totally awesome and good looking.

The third D is going on as I type this. I'm, like, half paying attention. I need to watch it for my government class and write a reflection about it as the assignment. It's actually quite interesting. Mom is all into it.

There have been so many distractions, though. All I wanted to do was sit down, talk to J, and watch what needs to be watched. Well, it didn't work out like that. My younger cousin Kevin is over and I'm trying to hang out with him at the same time. I just got done making a sandwich and some chocolate milk for him. He's not the distraction, though. In fact, I enjoy his company and I gladly served him! Haha. The distractions included: goat getting in the house, taking the drill battery to Grandma, people coming in and talking really loud, the neighbors coming to see the goat, phone ringing, and a lot of other things. I felt so overwhelmed...I'm okay now!

My couisn says that I am really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really weird. His reason for thinking that is because I just am. Well, I think otherwise. He said that after I told him there was a girl I liked when I went to the high school. It makes me think what the rest of my family would think. Like, would they treat me differently?
Somehow, though, I'm not very worried about it.

Oh! By the way...a couple of weeks or so ago I took a picture of my "mini-mohawk." I guess they're actually called spines or something...but, yeah! It's hard to tell what's going on anyways. :P