I am not certain as to what I'd like to write about today but I've made it a point to write in my blog every weekday at 9:30 soooo here I am...writing aimlessly.
Ok well just as every other blue-bellied American, I've been trying to figure out the perfect get-rich-quick "scheme" without scheming lol. Unfortunately, I have personal issues with consistency and organization and effort and remembering shit and doing anything that requires me to actually do something so I'll let you draw your own conclusion on how that's worked out for me lately.
I tried to be a waitress but I'm 21 and my face is pierced and I'm 100%not willing to take these facial accessories out. I pierced my own lip TWICE and that shit hurt sooo bad, I'm keeping it. Until whomever I marry says "Hey, I don't like that thing in your lip." Even then, I might consider a divorce before I let this hole close up. My nose though, that one isn't so much of a hassle. I forgot I had it in there but I've come to understand that it's not the piercing, it's the experience.
I got my nose pierced when I turned 18 (along with my first tattoo). My older sister drove around Jacksonville trying to find a tattoo place that was cheap, and efficient....and open. It was after 10, I'm sure so it was getting kinda late. We found a place on the side of the expressway and it was a car body shop/ tattoo room place. Of course this place has closed since then in case you were wondering if that was even safe/legit. So we get there and the guys are in the back of the shop smoking who-shot-john knows what and I'm scared out of my freaking mind at this point. My sister's such a G though (I'm sure she was feeling slightly uneasy at this point as well though. This place was weird as shit and tucked on the side of an alleyway in the dark)
So she's trying to figure out pricing and I'm trying to look "cool" next to my sister or whatever and long-story short, I got the tattoo and mentioned the nose piercing.
They were so high, they were like "Yeah, I pierce noses...you got a ring though?"
Then I said, "Yes, I keep one in my pocket!^_^" ...ok not really serious about that last statement but uhh...
We went to Walmart and got a nose ring.
Went back and the dude didn't pull out anything really but a clamp looking thing.
Then he pushed the actually nose ring through my nose....
Shit hurt like someone punched me in the nose repetitively then tried to snatch my little nose clean off of my face.
Up until my sister was hunched over in some stank ass sink rinsing blood flow from my face, she had openly offered one of those "I'll do it if YOU do it, Deena" type of things to comfort me.
(I hope she's reading this right now because I'd like to remind her, HEY, I DID IT...your turn.)
Anyway, so after that traumatic experience, ya damn skippy I'm keeping every man-made hole in my face for a while. And quite honestly, I forgot what the hell this blog was initially about...oh, that's right. Nothing in particular, right? If you've read this far, you probably really don't care at all what the hell its about.
Ok right, jobs, get rich quick, right ok...I tried making accessories and failed kinda. I still make them of course but I'm so scared that my ideas will never blossom, thus hindering myself before I even begin. The life of a procrastinating artist I suppose...I wonder if "procrastinating artist" is a legit profession...hell, if a starving artist can claim it, why can't I? I'm sure that's not the point but who cares, my blog.
Well after editing and reading through my post, I think tonight I'm going to go home and enlighten myself by doing something crafty. Yes, that is what I plan to do...just like I do every Thursday. Somehow, I never get around to it though...hmmmm?
Ok well just as every other blue-bellied American, I've been trying to figure out the perfect get-rich-quick "scheme" without scheming lol. Unfortunately, I have personal issues with consistency and organization and effort and remembering shit and doing anything that requires me to actually do something so I'll let you draw your own conclusion on how that's worked out for me lately.
I tried to be a waitress but I'm 21 and my face is pierced and I'm 100%not willing to take these facial accessories out. I pierced my own lip TWICE and that shit hurt sooo bad, I'm keeping it. Until whomever I marry says "Hey, I don't like that thing in your lip." Even then, I might consider a divorce before I let this hole close up. My nose though, that one isn't so much of a hassle. I forgot I had it in there but I've come to understand that it's not the piercing, it's the experience.
I got my nose pierced when I turned 18 (along with my first tattoo). My older sister drove around Jacksonville trying to find a tattoo place that was cheap, and efficient....and open. It was after 10, I'm sure so it was getting kinda late. We found a place on the side of the expressway and it was a car body shop/ tattoo room place. Of course this place has closed since then in case you were wondering if that was even safe/legit. So we get there and the guys are in the back of the shop smoking who-shot-john knows what and I'm scared out of my freaking mind at this point. My sister's such a G though (I'm sure she was feeling slightly uneasy at this point as well though. This place was weird as shit and tucked on the side of an alleyway in the dark)
So she's trying to figure out pricing and I'm trying to look "cool" next to my sister or whatever and long-story short, I got the tattoo and mentioned the nose piercing.
They were so high, they were like "Yeah, I pierce noses...you got a ring though?"
Then I said, "Yes, I keep one in my pocket!^_^" ...ok not really serious about that last statement but uhh...
We went to Walmart and got a nose ring.
Went back and the dude didn't pull out anything really but a clamp looking thing.
Then he pushed the actually nose ring through my nose....
Shit hurt like someone punched me in the nose repetitively then tried to snatch my little nose clean off of my face.
Up until my sister was hunched over in some stank ass sink rinsing blood flow from my face, she had openly offered one of those "I'll do it if YOU do it, Deena" type of things to comfort me.
(I hope she's reading this right now because I'd like to remind her, HEY, I DID IT...your turn.)
Anyway, so after that traumatic experience, ya damn skippy I'm keeping every man-made hole in my face for a while. And quite honestly, I forgot what the hell this blog was initially about...oh, that's right. Nothing in particular, right? If you've read this far, you probably really don't care at all what the hell its about.
Ok right, jobs, get rich quick, right ok...I tried making accessories and failed kinda. I still make them of course but I'm so scared that my ideas will never blossom, thus hindering myself before I even begin. The life of a procrastinating artist I suppose...I wonder if "procrastinating artist" is a legit profession...hell, if a starving artist can claim it, why can't I? I'm sure that's not the point but who cares, my blog.
Well after editing and reading through my post, I think tonight I'm going to go home and enlighten myself by doing something crafty. Yes, that is what I plan to do...just like I do every Thursday. Somehow, I never get around to it though...hmmmm?
Im now reconsidering getting my nose pierced aha. Thisis just some awesome stuff. Keep it up!
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