Legal and Pierced

After wanting my belly button pierced for 2 years, I finally did it! Since I turned 18 yesterday, I was finally able to go get it.

The experience:
Before going there, I knew I had to stay positive. My mind is stupid and loses control and goes into this pyscho world. I tried my hardest to not think about it. My mom, Melissa, Olivia and I all took a trip down to Bulldog Lifestyles. Olivia got her nose pierced and I got my navel done. The girl working there was a biotch, I was glad she wasn't the piercer. Before going in, the piercer asked who would like to go first, I said I would because I didn't want to see a needle sticking out of Olivia's nose before I went. The prepping took about 3 minutes. He had to mark where he was gonna pierce and such. Then he told me to lay down and the next thing I knew, there was a needle through my belly button. It didn't hurt at all. I honestly think my ear lobes hurt more than my belly. I think it's because I didn't think about my belly piercing being bad, I stayed positive. Anyways, so the piercing went well. And then I got up to go look at my belly and I started to sweat, a lot. And then I couldn't hear anything and there were black spots everywhere. The dude had to get me water and M&M's. I felt bad, but he did make me feel better. I don't know why I almost passed out. I'm assuming it was becuase I didn't have anything to eat beforehand. Then Olivia got her nose pierced, she took it like a champ. So now, I have a cutiy belly button piercing!

Forgotten

And yet once again, I have been forgotten. I hate it. I hate being last on your list. You're first on mine. I guess we're not on the same page. I hate college, I hate it I hate it I hate it. All my friends left me.

And to top it off, my boyfriend left me. He didn't just leave me, he forgot about me.

Note to self: I miss you terribly.

I miss you. I need you. I hate being away from you. I don't care if you're only 10 minutes away. I spend everyday with you and all day with you. And now I'm gonna go from seeing you all the time, to not seeing you everyday. I don't know what the hell I'm going to do. Hopefully this will be good though. We'll grow stronger because we'll miss each other so much and then be super excited when we see each other.

I love you.

I hate being a girl.

Right now, at this moment, I can officially say "I hate being a girl." Yesterday after my Public Speaking class ended, I was waking on campus towards the lightrail station. When this old 60-year old man asked me for the time. So I politely gave him the time. After that, he started asking me a million questions: What's your major? Where do you live? What do you like to do? I began to freak out, this man was asking me a million questions and following me!! He then asked me if I'd like to go grab coffee with him. The WHOLE entire time, I made no eye contact with him. I was looking down the whole time and giving him one word answers. What the fuck, did he NOT get the hint? He THEN asked me if I wanted to go eat Johnny Rocket's with him. Honestly, why would a 17-year old girl want to be friends with a dirty greasy looking 60-year old man? You would think after 60 years of living he would understand that. I finally reached the lightrail station and luckily there were people sitting there. I immediately sat next to these two teen boys. The old man followed me there and finaly left saying "have a good weekend." OH! And he asked for my e-mail address; I gave him mine but purposely misspelt it. AND then he gives me his name, e-mail address, and phone number. Guess where those are at? Yep, in the fucking garbage. If I see him again and he starts talking to me again, I am going to sternly say: "I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me anymore, please leave me alone." Now, I am going to walk around with my Sigg Alimumnum bottle always filled with water AND pepper spray because there are some fucking weirdos out there.

Die old perverted men, die.

College

College is pretty fantastic. I like my professors. The workload isn't that bed yet. Although it will get progressively harder. The only that sucks about college is being alone, a lot. Going to lightrail alone, walking from light rail to class alone, having your break alone. It kinda sucks, but oh well. I need to make a new friend that has the SAME schedule as I do. No one probably has my schedule since mine is pretty retarted. But other than that, San Jose State University is pretty cool. I don't plan 0n leaving, the campus is beautiful as are the people there. GO SPARTANS!