Sep 19, 2006 17:01
This weekend I am going down to Burnsville to get my clitoral hood pierced. I'm hella nervous about it. It's not the actual piercing that I'm nervous about, I've got enough piercings and tattoos in my life to know what to expect. What I'm nervous about is the fact that I'll be walking in there, introducing myself to my piercer, then dropping my drawers and climbing up onto her table.
God, this is how I feel when I have to go to the gynecologist.
Well, I'm the president of the Psychology club and the Rainbow Coalition. I'm also secretary of communications for PTK. It sounds like I'm the joiner type, huh? Well, it's just that people seem to be disinclined to give of their time. So that's what the mysterious voice that kept saying, "If you volunteer, they will give the job to you," was talking about. I guess it was a waste to spend all my money on a baseball field.
Ollila keeps hinting that I should major in philosophy, so does my psychiatrist, and my mom, oddly enough. If I had unlimited funds I would most certainly do it, cos I love philosophy as much as I love criminal psychology and music, but there are only two jobs I can think of for philosophy majors. College professors or clergy. I will probably be a psychology professor while doing criminological research anyway, and the clergy suggestion is laughable at best.
I could stare at this icon for hours. *sigh*