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Saturday morning I got an industrial. No, that is not my ear. Mine is not quite so clean looking right now because I have only had it for a few days, and it is obviously not going to be healed that fast.

But I find it amusing that it seems like very few people expect me to be into this kind of thing. I remember the beginning of Sophomore year, when I first came back to this school district. I had not been there since fifth grade. I ended up sitting next to one of the guys I had gone to school with and he recognized me, and commented about how he would never have thought I would be the kind of person to gauge my ears. This was obviously before I got the industrial, but still.

Then I get into Photography class today, and one of the girls in my group asks me if I just got it done. I said yes. Her response was “Wow, I didn’t know you were punked!” I was like … um, okay. Then her and the other two girls in my group went off asking me questions about whether or not it hurt, how it looked painful, how they wanted to or had their noses pierced, were considering their tongue being pierced, et cetera.

I have already decided I will not go beyond my ears. My belly button — I am not skinny enough for that. I do not have a reason to show off my stomach, and even if I did, I probably would not. My tongue, well. My mom had her’s done and wrecked many of her teeth, so I see no reason to go that far myself. I have no interest in the nose. Snake bites, I think, look really cool, but not so much on me. And beyond those “standard” piercings, just no.

I just found it kind of amusing that I obviously do not come off in real life how I actually am. I do not know if I am better at expressing myself here, but maybe I am not.

Anyway, not much else has happened. Valentine’s Day was uneventful, no surprises there. School is terribly boring and I would be willing to give up everything to be done with it for the year, and again no surprises there. I am immensely frustrated with my photography class, and I am getting more and more doubtful that anything good is going to come of it. Work is sometimes a blast and other times barely keeps me awake. Saturday morning I have a solo for Solo & Ensemble. Mind you, I hate soloing. I especially hate soloing on non-Jazz pieces. I would sooner improv a twelve bar Blues than play to you some normal piece that’s written out in front of me. And another thing, being the genius I am, rather than pick a piece that swung since I have such a tendency to swing everything, I picked something that’s straight.

Logic would tell you that playing straight notes is easier.

But I beg to differ.

1. What are your opinions on make-up? Do you wear it? Do you think people look better when they wear it? Do you think it’s worth it?
2. Do you have any piercings and/or tattoos? Are there any that you want? Did you regret getting any of the ones you have?
3. What kind of music do you like to listen to? Do you play an instrument? If so, what kind of music do you like to play?

Edit / One more question!

4. When talking to someone you do not know about a subject you are not sure if they have any knowledge of, is it better to give them more information than may be necessary to make sure they understand, or is it better to assume and speak in a way that you and other people understanding the subject will be able to comprehend? Giving too much information could make you seem full of yourself, yet giving too little could create just as many problems.