Missed me?

I haven't blogged in forever, and for that I truly apologize. While I'm apologizing, I'll go ahead and say "sorry!" if this post isn't up to expectations.
I'm incredibly hungry, and doubtlessly, that will affect the length of this particular post.

Let's see. Recently? I've been up to a lot of nothing. A little nothing is good. Too much nothing, however, is not.

I got my braces off!! How lame is it that that's the most interesting thing that has happened to me in weeks? But my teeth are all straight..and though they're huge, I am proud of them. I went through two and a half years for those teeth.

On the guy front (S.N. When I say "guy front" I think of an actual guy's front. So I generally avoid transitioning into this topic with that particular phase. But I'll use it just this once.), there's no one. I mean, I still like that one guy, but other than that? There just aren't guys that like me at the moment. That's probably my fault, at least partially. I don't exactly put myself out there when it comes to relationships. But regardless, there just isn't anyone beating down the door for me today, you know?
No point in worrying over it, anyway.

My mother has made me an appointment with the gynecologist next month. I don't know why, but I am, literally, mortified at the thought. The doctor she's chosen for me is a man. Now, I know that he's a doctor, and that my mama will be with me the whole time..but that does not make me overlook the fact that he is a man.
I refuse to believe that no part of his brain reacts when he has his hand halfway up a sixteen-year-old girl. It is just simply inconceivable, and in my opinion-blatantly untrue to think otherwise.
The reason I'm going is because my periods are terrible. I don't see why he can't just give me some drugs without a "breast exam" and such. Call me old-fashioned, but I just get uncomfortable thinking about an old man who I've never met before telling me to take my shirt off so he can feel on my boobs. *shudder*
I've had nightmares, but my mom is still making me go.

I worry entirely too much. It's starting to effect my sleeping pattern. I really should stop, but it's a bad habit.

Now..if I don't get some food into my system, bad things will happen. So, adios.
Hasta luego!
Anna