To   Zutphen, NL "Travel through memories." Fresh new nosebridge piercing.  "Shit birthed" I finally found out.. maybe somewhat late, that I think way too much. I'm not sure if I have to think less. If so.. I'll probably find out soon enough. Besides lies, I dislike time. All the bad moments last way too long, and as you might have guessed; the good moments don't. I'm guessing, pretending, thinking, smoking, thinking, thinking, thinking, and thinking most of the time. I won't refuse to change anymore, that's something I've learned. I'll just let it happen, but won't force it. Friends will mention changings, other people will not. Needlework. 2008/08/29 13:07 29th of August. One week ago I finally went to Arnhem, Paradigm Bodyart. The shop of a guy I knew a little bit and I always respected. I finally had the permission to take a nosebridge piercing, after I conspired together with my dad and begged my mother to give permission she finally said it was fine with her. "I don't say it's beautiful or nice! It's ugly but if you really like it, you can go for it." Haha, lovely mom. So we traveled to Arnhem, wich is an half hour or 45 minutes from my place to get there. I went to the shop, we talked a bit, he gave me information, he pierced me and done! Well, I was quite excited because I never had a piercing before. I've only got my ears stretched to 16 mm. But that was all by myself. [Forgive me for not knowing the size in inches, must be 0.6 inch or something like that.] It was my first experience, not with needles obviously, since I had lots of operations and stuff like that, but with something I actually wanted. Not the pain, but the jewelry. It looks so.. I don't know. It just gives me some strange feeling, just like driving in a car with one hand out of the window and letting it floath on air when you pull your fingers all together a little bit up and down. I'm planning to take way more piercings. Not that much, but at least a philtrum. When I'm old enough, like 21 I'll finally work out my tattoo-dreams. I have 130 designs at school, mostly oldschool-sailor tattoos, some oriental and some of them are just artsy-fartsy shit haha. I might upload some of them in a while. I don't know, if a diary entry is meant for such stories, but I really don't know what to write, what to tell, unless I have reasons for that. Those reasons will come with the time. My life is pretty interesting, although I always denied that. It takes a little time for me to understand it is. I deny a lot, because I don't assume that everything people say are facts. ~To.