Current mood: FANGS, BITCH>
Current music: pop?
burthday, nicole's spill, peircing, tattoos, fangs, and some gc.
I had a fairly interesting day, and night last night.
It was my mom's and Cali's birthday, her 21st.
It should be said that Cali is without doubt in the top 5 people on earth I love getting fucked up with. She is a fantastic time. That whole lot of people are, I am suddenly very excited about being here for spring break. I mean, last spring break was such a head trip.
Well, I think we did her 21st in style, and by style, I mean drunk.
Well, when I got home I discovered that Nicole "bowled over" on the ice yesterday and fucked her face up, like straight put her tooth through her lip. She's a little banged up, and a little swollen but she seems to be well. I would be whining like a pussy. But we know, Nicole is a badass. She and I are both just lamenting that she didn't take a picture on her phone when there was blood pouring down her face. It's a real pity. From my position of expertise on mouth-related "puncture wounds", I cannot imagine how much that shit must have hurt. But the whole operation makes me kind of want to get peirced? Watching her carefully eat a sandwich today made me miss the many weeks I've spent eat food carefully on account of my peircings.
I kind of want to take out the one ring, because it's so thick and I know I could squirt water out of it. I've had that peircing for some time now, like over a year, and it seems weird I haven't removed it. Anyway, what I'm worried about is that I'm not going to be able to get the ball back in and I'm going to have to put something smaller in it, and I'm not going to be able to wear the big ring. I fucking like having a big ring in my face. However, I have decided to get my other nostril peirced. I like the idea of being able to wear two little gem-studs. I think that would be pretty, but I want that shit even. I toyed for so long about surface peircings on my upper cheek bones near my eyes, but I'm scared of rejections and scars. I'm a wuss. But I have become curious about vertical lowbrets, [for the benefit of everyone who doesn't speak "peircing" with me, is when a long bar goes in through the lower inside of your mouth, think of where your gums meet your jaw, and well, pops out of the other side, almost along the jawline.]
Anyway, I've also been thinking about new tattoos. Not that I ever stop thinking about that. But I want to "do something" with the work on my back. I know, I can't see it, but I want to work on the theme, come on, it's a bit silly to have a bally great big snake by it's damn self. I'm thinking apples, but ideas for a back peice that works with the snake on a postcard [um, read comment] please. Also, I HAVE GOT TO FIND A CHEAPER WAY TO GET TATTOOED. Prison seems to be the conventional way.
AHA. That other thing I wanted to mention, was last night I placed an online order for NEW FANGS! Yes, ladies and gents, FANGS. I expect to be BE-FANGED by thursday at the latest. I am so excited. I just, ah, it's hard to explain how excited I am about fangs, expect me to be sooooooo silly, and then soooooooo cool. But mostly really excited.
Also, in a funny note, I was looking through my old myspace blogs, so I'm going to post this there, and it's a bunch of quizzes, and also a lot of entries about good charlotte. I hate to think people read that. I'm not embarassed. It's just funny/ awkward. But then when isn't that awkward. I even deleted a really stupid one. But there's also one in there where I declare: "I never want to see Fall Out Boy again". Which is one of my better sentiments. I can't help but remember how much I fucking hated that fall out boy show, what a collossal bunch of asshats.
Current music: pop?
burthday, nicole's spill, peircing, tattoos, fangs, and some gc.
I had a fairly interesting day, and night last night.
It was my mom's and Cali's birthday, her 21st.
It should be said that Cali is without doubt in the top 5 people on earth I love getting fucked up with. She is a fantastic time. That whole lot of people are, I am suddenly very excited about being here for spring break. I mean, last spring break was such a head trip.
Well, I think we did her 21st in style, and by style, I mean drunk.
Well, when I got home I discovered that Nicole "bowled over" on the ice yesterday and fucked her face up, like straight put her tooth through her lip. She's a little banged up, and a little swollen but she seems to be well. I would be whining like a pussy. But we know, Nicole is a badass. She and I are both just lamenting that she didn't take a picture on her phone when there was blood pouring down her face. It's a real pity. From my position of expertise on mouth-related "puncture wounds", I cannot imagine how much that shit must have hurt. But the whole operation makes me kind of want to get peirced? Watching her carefully eat a sandwich today made me miss the many weeks I've spent eat food carefully on account of my peircings.
I kind of want to take out the one ring, because it's so thick and I know I could squirt water out of it. I've had that peircing for some time now, like over a year, and it seems weird I haven't removed it. Anyway, what I'm worried about is that I'm not going to be able to get the ball back in and I'm going to have to put something smaller in it, and I'm not going to be able to wear the big ring. I fucking like having a big ring in my face. However, I have decided to get my other nostril peirced. I like the idea of being able to wear two little gem-studs. I think that would be pretty, but I want that shit even. I toyed for so long about surface peircings on my upper cheek bones near my eyes, but I'm scared of rejections and scars. I'm a wuss. But I have become curious about vertical lowbrets, [for the benefit of everyone who doesn't speak "peircing" with me, is when a long bar goes in through the lower inside of your mouth, think of where your gums meet your jaw, and well, pops out of the other side, almost along the jawline.]
Anyway, I've also been thinking about new tattoos. Not that I ever stop thinking about that. But I want to "do something" with the work on my back. I know, I can't see it, but I want to work on the theme, come on, it's a bit silly to have a bally great big snake by it's damn self. I'm thinking apples, but ideas for a back peice that works with the snake on a postcard [um, read comment] please. Also, I HAVE GOT TO FIND A CHEAPER WAY TO GET TATTOOED. Prison seems to be the conventional way.
AHA. That other thing I wanted to mention, was last night I placed an online order for NEW FANGS! Yes, ladies and gents, FANGS. I expect to be BE-FANGED by thursday at the latest. I am so excited. I just, ah, it's hard to explain how excited I am about fangs, expect me to be sooooooo silly, and then soooooooo cool. But mostly really excited.
Also, in a funny note, I was looking through my old myspace blogs, so I'm going to post this there, and it's a bunch of quizzes, and also a lot of entries about good charlotte. I hate to think people read that. I'm not embarassed. It's just funny/ awkward. But then when isn't that awkward. I even deleted a really stupid one. But there's also one in there where I declare: "I never want to see Fall Out Boy again". Which is one of my better sentiments. I can't help but remember how much I fucking hated that fall out boy show, what a collossal bunch of asshats.