OWWWWWWWW!!
Today I had my nose pierced with a needle for the first time (I've had it done with a gun 4/5 times). It hurt, but that wasn't the end of it, because during the insertion of the ring I moved, the hole was lost and the piercer had to ram the needle through my nose again (luckily it didn't hurt so much the second time, probably because my face was numb). I wanted a ring so I got a 1.2 by 10 (not my choice, that was what they offered- what is it with piercers and huge guages?!) which looks too big and is too big, but it'll do for now.
When it was finished I was nearly shaking (blood sugar drops when in shock) and would have probably fainted had I not had a pastry just before and some Dr. Pepper after.
After that we went to the students union bar for lunch. There were a bunch of tables outside on the terrace so we went to order and then went to get a table. Unfortunately by that time the tables were all taken, 5 of them by a group of inconsiderate people who had put the tables together so they could all sit there. I didn't want to ask them to move because I got the impression they were like our nerighbours (more on them later) so I pointed it out to a server that there were no tables free and we'd paid for food so needed somewhere to sit and he was completely unhelpful and said 'it's not my jurisdiction'. Wanker. So I asked 'well whose is it?' and he directed me to the SU reception. I explained the situation to them and they basically said there was nothing they could do, and it was only through persistance and saying things like 'we've paid for food and we're not going to eat it standing up' that I finally got some assistance. The guy came to look but spotted a newly free table and told us to sit there, completely avoiding the problem. Wanker.
If we were in a proper bar the manager or one of the staff would take the situation in hand (I've had it happen to me before) but because it's the SU they won't do anything. How LAME.
Back to the neighbours: the old story of loud music and a party at 4am. I finally snap and go round and knock on their door. What do they do? Shout 'shit, it's the girl from next door, hide!', turn the music off and stand in the hall watching, pointing and giggling at me through the glass of the front door. They must be my age or older, so why the hell are they hiding?! I was completely bemused. Still am. How LAME.
Oh, and someone stole the knocker part from the door knocker. How LAME.
Ahhhhh. Now to look for a normal sized nose ring and kill some hoes in GTA to calm my nerves.
When it was finished I was nearly shaking (blood sugar drops when in shock) and would have probably fainted had I not had a pastry just before and some Dr. Pepper after.
After that we went to the students union bar for lunch. There were a bunch of tables outside on the terrace so we went to order and then went to get a table. Unfortunately by that time the tables were all taken, 5 of them by a group of inconsiderate people who had put the tables together so they could all sit there. I didn't want to ask them to move because I got the impression they were like our nerighbours (more on them later) so I pointed it out to a server that there were no tables free and we'd paid for food so needed somewhere to sit and he was completely unhelpful and said 'it's not my jurisdiction'. Wanker. So I asked 'well whose is it?' and he directed me to the SU reception. I explained the situation to them and they basically said there was nothing they could do, and it was only through persistance and saying things like 'we've paid for food and we're not going to eat it standing up' that I finally got some assistance. The guy came to look but spotted a newly free table and told us to sit there, completely avoiding the problem. Wanker.
If we were in a proper bar the manager or one of the staff would take the situation in hand (I've had it happen to me before) but because it's the SU they won't do anything. How LAME.
Back to the neighbours: the old story of loud music and a party at 4am. I finally snap and go round and knock on their door. What do they do? Shout 'shit, it's the girl from next door, hide!', turn the music off and stand in the hall watching, pointing and giggling at me through the glass of the front door. They must be my age or older, so why the hell are they hiding?! I was completely bemused. Still am. How LAME.
Oh, and someone stole the knocker part from the door knocker. How LAME.
Ahhhhh. Now to look for a normal sized nose ring and kill some hoes in GTA to calm my nerves.