Favorite and Dentist

Me:
my mom just called me boobie girl. wtf

Ian:
i think thats a really cool nickname.
can i call you that?

I spent the night with G last night. It was a lot of fun. We watched 300, epic, and then talked a lot. Me and her could talk for hours. In fact, we did. We were up pretty late just talking and laughing our butts off. We talked about people in our class, and just drama at school. It was fun.

Once we woke up this morning I had to call my mom to get picked up right away. I had a dentist appointment.

So we go to this dentist appointment and it's my turn to go in there right away. I follow the lady to the back of the room and my palms start to sweat. I hate the dentist. I always have and I always will, more than likely. I always get nervous when I go.

So, I'm back there and shes working on my teeth, it's just a clean up I get twice a year. So while I'm laying there, both her hands in my mouth, she asks me questions. Why do dentists insits on asking questions while they are working on me? And it's not like they are easy 'yes' and 'no' questions. They are questions I actually need to talk to answer.

"So, what grade are you in now?" she asked me.

I think for a second, what am I supposed to do? I can't say tenth grade when she is working on me, so I wait.

"Hm?" she asked again.

I look at her, seriously? "Tenth," I try to say but fail horribly.

"Oh!" she removes her hands, "What was that, sweetie?"

"Tenth." I say more clearly.

This went on and on, each question requiring more than a grunt :

Well, other than that my day was pretty good.

I cleaned my room today, and it took about on hour. I organized all my cothes, and I'm getting rid of a lot of them. I have noticed that most of the only shirts that I have left are graphic tees!

Well, today my mom was pretty freaking funny.

We were talking about favorites, and I think my sister is her favorite by faarr!

"Why?!" she asked harshly.

"Because! You always want to hang out with Marie. You are always calling Marie. You are always shopping for Marie. Marie, Marie, Marie!" I said while laughing.

She shook her head, "No! I don't have a favorite."

"Mom, when we go shopping, just the two of us, you always ask if Marie would like this dress or this shirt. You make me try stuff on to see if it would fit Marie properly." By the way, I don't see how me trying on clothes will help her see how it will fit on Marie. Marie and I have totally different body shapes. For instance, she is tall. I'm not. I have boobs, she doesn't.

Anyways, she still hasn't confesed to Marie being her favorite, but I know.

Atleast I'm my dad's favorite (;

(My parents don't really have favorite, we know this. But I do. My favorite is Carlos (; )