Let Me See Yo' Grill!

Like most people, Middle School was one of the most agonizing times of my life. Between my Chili Bowl haircut, chunky physique, and tendency to wear Flannel shirts and Stonewashed jeans, it was just plain terrible. Because she didn't want to put me through therapy to get over my Middle School experience (and because she didn't have the money) my mother opted not to deal with my incredibly crooked Teeth back then.

Since then, my Teeth have been getting more and more twisted. So, my friends, I have declared war on the ever bothersome crooked Smile of mine. Since I don't look enough like a fourteen year old with my elvishly round face, 5'3" frame and periodic acne outbursts, I have decided to get braces.

I am looking forward to the adventures to be had with Rubberbands, Expanders, Headgear, and whatever else they throw at me, so brace yourselves (pun totally intended) for the fun times ahead.