1] why is it that i think and think and think about things and delay them for ages and then suddenly decide to act on what would seem like a whim? prepare yourself for stupid, silly story: i have wanted to get my nose pierced since i was about fourteen... never did it... always thought too much about it. friday night rolls around and i get my nose pierced. talk about being bloody impulsive. i must say that i am most pleased with said piercing... looks kinda neat and whatnot... and saved for the very minimal weird pang of you-just-punched-a-hole-in-yourself-type pain, it has been relatively painless. what joy is mine.
2] talked to my parental units yesterday afternoon... apparently my mother has broken her wrist. apparently, this is no big deal to her at all. apparently, she is not in a cast yet, nor is she on any sort of pain-killer... and apparently this doesn't bother her either. my mother is superwoman. um hmm. she is.
3] been thinking about this whole 'fate' business... while i like to think i'm at least somewhat in control of my own existence, i do find it rather amusing to think about three witchy women around a looking glass, pulling my strings this way and that; placing things in my way; showing me signs and such... i mean, it's kind of comforting to think that there is some sort of plan that - while malleable - is leading me through this strange, soupy life i am living...
4] 377.5 hours and counting... holy mother of god, i have a shit-tonne of work to do...
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Dude, if there's somebody pulling strings and leading me through my life, they're fucking boring. I can see them now. Almost like you described, only they're leaning over a bubbling cauldron, cackling and rubbing their palms together while they watch me make a peanut butter sandwich and take a nap in the middle of the day.
Oh, and I know that I come off as being really really stupid, but I actually did know what a critique was. I was just trying to be funny even though I'm not.
i did have a sneaking suspicion that i was swimming in sarcasm... just thought i'd play along for the sake of trying to be witty [apparently i also failed miserably... c'est la vie.]
So it turns out that I am stupid. At least I know for sure now. Oh well, when in Rome.
I basically had the same piercing experience a few years ago. I got a piercing I wanted forever and ever on spring break on a total whim. I went bar to bar on Sixth St. and asked whatever stranger-with-tons-of-piercings where I should go. Then, with a final destination settled on, got totally wasted and headed to the parlor. I have to say though, I'm a year and a half out of college and I've only got a couple of my piercings left in me. Wonder how long they'll last.
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