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My experiences:
A Swiftly Fading Piercing

I go to school, too. An adult program out of Huron Heights to be a Personal Support Worker. My school is fucked. My first day some kids set the school on fire, and we got to stand outside for three hours while our phones were inside. Monday we were on lockdown, apparently York Regional Police had received some sort of 'general threat' against the school. Tomorrow we're having our Code Red drill. Some security guard guy asked me for my ID and gave me shit for not knowing lockdown procedure. When I was in high school, there was no lockdown procedure. Scary.

I went out with some guy a few weeks ago, and we messed around, but no sex. The next day, he called me to ask me how I slept. I was unimpressed. I made that clear.
He, however, took that to mean that I called him to tell him I was pregnant. And he believed it. So he went crazy, slept in the hospital, and had people calling my cell phone all night to tell me to go home because he was sure I was in the hospital too, and he didn't want me to know that he was sleeping there because what kind of father could he be sleeping in a hospital?
Yeah. Schizophrenic.

And now I have a date with the karaoke guy, and I'm totally freaked out, because I don't know how to act with a boy that I might want to call me the next day. Especially the gentlemanly cowboy kind of boy. I know how to make a boy want to fuck me, and then I know how to make him retarded and want to be with me, allowing me free range of his private parts, whenever and wherever I want, while instilling into him that he is NEVER to call me, I will make myself available when the time is right.
The karaoke guy isn't like that, and I don't know the procedure.

And that's what happens when I have 18 hour days and I don't have time to sleep much less update this journal.

I know I'm supposed to do the IM thing, but I'll just post and let people decide what they want to do with it.

Four Things about you - Things I may or may not have known about you in no particular order. p> A) Four jobs I have had in my life:

1. Coffee wench
2. Petroleum Distribution Engineer
3. Car Jack Maker and Tool Crib Attendant
4. Box Factory Worker

B) Four movies you would watch over and over:

1. A Clockwork Orange
2. The Day After Tomorrow
3. Brokeback Mountain (oh yeah)
4. Boondock Saints

C) Four places you have lived:

1. Bradford, ON
2. Long Beach, CA
3. Tottenham, ON
4. Alliston, ON

D) Four TV shows you love to watch:

1. Crossing Jordan
2. Dog the Bounty Hunter (reminds me of my crazy dad)
3. I shouldn't be alive
4. Jeopardy

E) Four places you have been on vacation:

1. New Brunswick
2. Los Angeles, CA
3. My Backyard
4. Niagara Falls, ON

F) Four Web sites you visit daily:

1. bme/iam
2. MySpace
3. Wikipedia
4. System of A Down

G) Four of my favourite foods:

1. Mushrooms
2. Not dairy products
3. TABASCO SAUCE
4. Spinach Lasagna

H ) Four places I would rather be right now

1. My bed (5 am)
2. A certain other person's bed
3. Australia
4. The water

Four friends I think will respond:

1. Whoever
2. Feels
3. Like
4. It

Now, here's what you're supposed to do... and please do not spoil the fun. Copy all of the text in this IM, go back to IAM Alive and click on Broadcast. Paste the text, type in your answers and then send this to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about those who know you. Remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you.

Yesterday I got home from my great new job at the box factory. A little dusty. So I blow my nose, and out flies my septum tunnel. Where did it fly to? I don't know. I couldn't find it ANYWHERE. It was freaky. It didn't worry me. I knew I had two steel ones somewhere, and a blue and a purple KAOS somewhere else. WELL! I couldn't find them either, and my mom wasn't around to ask what the hell she did with them. So I just cleaned out my face and went to bed. No worries. This morning, I asked her. She said she could kind of maybe remember doing something with somethings that kind of looked like what I was describing. Heroin. I had to go to work. Still no worries, I'd finish work, find them, and fix me up.
All day I went through the strangest discomfort ever. I haven't gone septum-naked ever since I got it all done, except when I clean up, and then it's in-out. Out-in, actually. I was whistling sort of all day, except it sounded more like the Ricola horn than a whistle. My nose felt empty and I didn't much like it.
But I got home, found my shit, and put in my blue thingy. Holy mother of fuck, I shrunk, and I shrunk a LOT. Well, maybe like, a millimeter or so, but it feels the same as it did the day after I got it done. Tight and angry. And I think it drooped a little, because before when I looked at my nose, I could almost maybe see a little bit of the tunnel if I tried, and now I can see it a lot. I like it, though, I didn't want to get it done too low because I was afraid of a droopy nose, but it works, and I'm a happy girl, except my face hurts. Boo face hurt.