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I went to Pennsylvania this weekend. I had a very good time. The drive kinda sucked.
I got my tongue pierced. For free :). I didn't eat from Saturday afternoon to this morning when I managed some scrambled eggs. Entirely too much discomfort/pain/apprehension of I'm-gonna-bite-my-piercing (which hurts like hell) to make eating 4 bites worth it. Got an Odwalla soymilk latte drink with lots of nutritional value that I could only finish half of, but it gave me nutrients, 9 essential amino acids, protein, and 91% organic ingredients. With no fat and few calories. Managed dinner tonight - but I requested mashed potatoes. My dad and stepfamily didn't fucking notice my tongue is pierced, that it's swollen, and I have difficulty talking. It also took me a year and a half to eat my dinner. :)
Just got back from going to 3rd Street Diner with Jenn - I had nice wonderfully cold ice cream. My tongue was very very happy. Until Jenn stole most of the ice cream. Hmph. I even paid for her. ;) She noticed I can't talk to save my life. And I grossed her out by sticking my tongue out and pushing the barbell up through my tongue as far as it would go. I now have 10 piercings - 9 are in.
I also gauged my ears today. All four of my cartiledge piercings I took out the 18 wire studs/rings - the thickness guns pierce with, and that all mainstream jewelery comes in - and put in steel 16 gauge curved barbells with spikes on the ends. Not a big jump, but since cartiledge is really hard, my ears are NOT happy with this small jump in size. They felt mostly fine while I was shoving the new barbells in, but now it's really kicking in that I'm gauging my ears. The 2nd hole on my left ear feels like I'm dying. The other 3 are just dull aches. But it looks cool. And it's real jewelery - not cheap stuff that you can buy anywhere. Yay. And I'm pretty damn sure that they're staying put at a 16.
Tomorrow morning I'm going to an orthopedic surgeon for my ankle. Janet (stepmom) got pissed at me for saying I'm going to be trying to kill someone if I'm given crutches. Tina (oldest stepsister - captain of the middle school cheerleading team [this is my worst nightmare come true save me]) then gave me crap about how it's not hard to shower with a cast, cause her friend did it, and I then explained to her in nice detail why trying to shower in a COLLEGE DORM shower that likes to spray and flood is a hair harder than her friend's nice home bathroom. (ok so maybe I was a trifle meaner than I had to be, but that's just because I hate her and she's my worst nightmare come true....AFTER my sarcasm has been honed by years of practice)
I just realized I have no sheets on my bed here at "home". Because I threw all the ones Janet had put on the bed in the hallway in a big heap when Jenn and I officially moved in here this summer in favor of my college comforter/blanket/sheets. Oh good. Here's a good metaphor my sister thought of. The sheets and comforter feel uncannily like Mcdonald's napkins. At least I have an old pillow of mine, and not the crunchy Mcdonald's pillow. Maybe I'll make a tent on the floor of blankets I will go sneaking around the house and stealing....hmmmm.
By the way, grumpy is an absolutely amazing word. Mull it over a bit. Grumpy. mmmm.
I got my tongue pierced. For free :). I didn't eat from Saturday afternoon to this morning when I managed some scrambled eggs. Entirely too much discomfort/pain/apprehension of I'm-gonna-bite-my-piercing (which hurts like hell) to make eating 4 bites worth it. Got an Odwalla soymilk latte drink with lots of nutritional value that I could only finish half of, but it gave me nutrients, 9 essential amino acids, protein, and 91% organic ingredients. With no fat and few calories. Managed dinner tonight - but I requested mashed potatoes. My dad and stepfamily didn't fucking notice my tongue is pierced, that it's swollen, and I have difficulty talking. It also took me a year and a half to eat my dinner. :)
Just got back from going to 3rd Street Diner with Jenn - I had nice wonderfully cold ice cream. My tongue was very very happy. Until Jenn stole most of the ice cream. Hmph. I even paid for her. ;) She noticed I can't talk to save my life. And I grossed her out by sticking my tongue out and pushing the barbell up through my tongue as far as it would go. I now have 10 piercings - 9 are in.
I also gauged my ears today. All four of my cartiledge piercings I took out the 18 wire studs/rings - the thickness guns pierce with, and that all mainstream jewelery comes in - and put in steel 16 gauge curved barbells with spikes on the ends. Not a big jump, but since cartiledge is really hard, my ears are NOT happy with this small jump in size. They felt mostly fine while I was shoving the new barbells in, but now it's really kicking in that I'm gauging my ears. The 2nd hole on my left ear feels like I'm dying. The other 3 are just dull aches. But it looks cool. And it's real jewelery - not cheap stuff that you can buy anywhere. Yay. And I'm pretty damn sure that they're staying put at a 16.
Tomorrow morning I'm going to an orthopedic surgeon for my ankle. Janet (stepmom) got pissed at me for saying I'm going to be trying to kill someone if I'm given crutches. Tina (oldest stepsister - captain of the middle school cheerleading team [this is my worst nightmare come true save me]) then gave me crap about how it's not hard to shower with a cast, cause her friend did it, and I then explained to her in nice detail why trying to shower in a COLLEGE DORM shower that likes to spray and flood is a hair harder than her friend's nice home bathroom. (ok so maybe I was a trifle meaner than I had to be, but that's just because I hate her and she's my worst nightmare come true....AFTER my sarcasm has been honed by years of practice)
I just realized I have no sheets on my bed here at "home". Because I threw all the ones Janet had put on the bed in the hallway in a big heap when Jenn and I officially moved in here this summer in favor of my college comforter/blanket/sheets. Oh good. Here's a good metaphor my sister thought of. The sheets and comforter feel uncannily like Mcdonald's napkins. At least I have an old pillow of mine, and not the crunchy Mcdonald's pillow. Maybe I'll make a tent on the floor of blankets I will go sneaking around the house and stealing....hmmmm.
By the way, grumpy is an absolutely amazing word. Mull it over a bit. Grumpy. mmmm.