Last night I saw the workmanship of a nipple gouger! She had been foolish, like most (underage) girls, and had gone to a guy who did it in his basement. Immediately her flags should have been raised, but no, she was succumbed by the excitement of getting her nipples pierced, to her great misfortune. The first one went through just fine, like a needle through hot butter, though the bruising left by the pliers were severe. But the second. Oh the second. the needle went in fine, but it emerged two inches off target, which in delicate surgeries, like brain surgery and nipple piercing, is akin to landing in the wrong country. the poor girl....

BLACK MOUNTAIN DEW!!!

Short news blurb on the new flavor of Mountain Dew... don't buy it. it doesn't compare to Surge.

SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO NOW?

At work I received a promotion to Small Business Center, which is m*crosoft's web hosting and web service division, only I'm just a backup, so I get a week of training, then back to M$N to do what I already do ( :)).

I do still have some scheduling problems at work though... Training is in the mornings this week so I'll miss my first class of Kung FU and Unix, but I think it will be more than worth it... I still haven't got my regular work schedule updated yet, so I might still have to look at other places...

I just got back from a two week trip, with five nights spent in beautiful Ames Iowa, home of Iowa State University. While there I learned many things about myself. First and foremost comes from the lady who pierced my right, and -two days later- left nipples. I have very tough nipples. This is good to know, especially if I ever run into a situation where I need to belay myself down a cliff to safe someone and find myself drunk out of my mind and don't have a harness ( hey, I have the hardware already installed :). The next thing also came from the piercing lady (after I got the second one done), which is that I like pain. Which I do. That's why I like to run. that's why I pulled my own loose teeth when I was little. Also, I've decided I don't want to get any tattoo's. After seeing the faded rebellion on her arms, I lost all want of a tattoo. Hmmm. I also found that I am very intolerant of inclusiveness. It is possible to have fun alone, believe it or not, and that's how I like it. I don't need to sit in church, surrounded believers to believe. I also greatly enjoy eating bananas.

Hmmm, waking up at eleven in somebody else's house is an odd feeling, especially when you wake up before your host. I looked over at Lisa's bed, half expecting her to be awake already, only to find that she was very much asleep, and a sleep crawler too. I had never heard of such a thing , but I saw it today and will never forget it. she had crawled to the head of her bed, and was still crawling, slowly, but surely, like a turtle. (flash backs to Dana Carvy movie commercial "turtle turtle").

so I made it home safely, only to meet the panic parents who weren't pleased that I didn't call them, and who weren't too pleased that I was sleeping at a girls house. they did, however, get over it, and in fact, my dad took me down to his office.... to do slave labor.

that's right. one hundred and forty years since Lincoln, I was a slave, working on my dad's bosses computer. and what was worse, is that I loved it. his (the boss) computer had spy ware up the kazoo, and it was in deep too, so it took an hour to get it out (it seriously took an hour to run ad-aware), then he started getting stop errors (the infamous blue screens of death) and it wasn't connecting to the network right (they're on a server and his computer was connecting peer to peer). Oh well, i think it's fixed, and I'm getting lunch out of the deal, so life isn't bad....

sitting in Lisa's apartment, listening to my old friend digital gunfire ( digital gunfire.com ). for it I would get cable internet.

today, I logged into msn messenger, as I always do, to check my work mail, no messages, and I did my usual news reading (yahoo and atimes.com), and then I saw it. A friend I haven't talked to since I was with Betty. Hope. I quickly messaged her and after a series of misadventures, I'm back at JD, listening to Goth/industrial radio, hanging out with vandervelden and quintana, seeing langner and talking to Kent on the phone. It's so different, but so much the same. all the good without the bad, apples without cores, laffy taffy with out the taff.

I found out things about a friends past, but I don't feel differently. I feel like a discarded toy, thrown out after the fever of youth to find myself no longer velveteen. So many things that I thought I knew, so many things I thought I didn't. But I told nothing. your secrets are safe in my keeping. the stoic watchman.

I ran. I ran hard. I ran harder. I felt the pump of the blood rushing through my legs, the feeling of life, the second wind of five miles, the everlasting energy of perpetual motion. then I woke up. I crave it, that motion. Like sex, but more urgent. my heart needs it like my lungs need air. I will run.

I turned 19 yesterday. It was honestly one of the best birthdays I've had. First of all, it was quite, no sisters screaming at me, no parents mad. Second, people actually took me out (I still had to drive, but it was their dime). and thirdly, the stars were beautiful.
angel called me up and said she wanted to hang out with me, so I said okay and at the early hour of 9, we played with her new cats. then she took to me to the movies and we watched Saved which is effing funny. It's about a Christian private school and the hilarity that ensues. one of the best parts is in the beginning where the main character almost drowns and has a vision of the Christ who tells her to save her boyfriend. it's good stuff and I highly recommend it...

After the movie, we headed to the sonic burgers in draper to see my friend Annie, who at work there. Hilarity ensued. She saw me and looked like she was about to fall, but then she steadied herself ( she was on roller skates) and got the car, looking good... But suddenly, she lost her balance and sent slushie everywhere. we just giggled and I helped the poor girl up onto her skates. the I took Angel home and went back to hang out with Annie, who I spent hours catching up with. Then I got home, and called up Katie. She said she wanted to hang out and I said okay. We were going to go up to the canyon to look at the stars (if you live in a big city, the best place to look at stars is up canyons). She was all excited about it. Then she asked when I would pick her up. I told her that I really didn't want to have to drive over to her house and that I would be easier for me if she came over here and then we took my car up. and she told me that she didn't want to meet me at my house. and hilarity did not ensue. I have to pick up at her house all the time. even if she invites me out I have to pick her up. I'm not her boyfriend, and I'm not trying to be. It's done. I'm tired of chasing her. I don't chase friends. I wrestle, but don't chase. So I told her that it's my birthday and that I'm not going to drive over to her house to pick her up. She got upset and the conversation fizzled. two hours later, she drove to my house to drop of her present for me, a book about the death of a janitor. she rang the door bell and drove of, yelling that she didn't want to argue. fuck. she's not willing to drive to my house to spend time with me, but she'll do it to leave me a fucking book. wtf? she tells me that it's her job as a girl to be a mystery... she's sure confused me....

"a little effort means a lot"

Today I spent an hour and twenty minutes on the phone with someone, and I did nothing. absolutely nothing. she squawked at me, I squawked back, and in the end it turned into a happy sup call. Life is senseless.