Wednesday, February 21, 2007

This birthday has been pretty good. New labtop, cute boy who loves me, a piece of metal in my nose, new piece of medal in my ear, and some other things. Clint and I went to the piercing salon, and the only way for me to not think about the fact that I was about to pay someone to stick needles in my body was to talk constantly. I don't think I ever stopped talking. In my head the beach boys song "Big Girls Don't Cry" kept playing over and over in my head. And surprisingly, I didn't cry. Though I'm sure the boys in the salon still laughed their asses off at the girl who never stopped talking after I left. The boy that did the deed was pretty attractive which was good because it helped to keep my attention off of the pain. My nose hurt like a total bitch. My ear not so much. However ironically at this moment the one that bothers me is my ear. I don't know how I am going to sleep. I can't sleep on my left side because of my nose. But I also can't sleep on my right side because of my ear. Ideally the pain reliever I just took will kick in any moment so that I won't feel anything anyway. But now, in this last hour of my life as a minor, all I can make myself think about (other than the throbbing in my ear) is what that adorable boy is doing right now.

Virginia Faith at 10:53 PM

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