This time at least .____. If you read my last blog, I told you guys I’d be getting my belly button pierced today. & I did about, an hour ago. I’m not the type to tolerate much pain. First of all, I’ll explain my first time I got it pierced.

It was the summer of ‘05; I was fourteen. I was vacationing in Hawaii on my own visiting family. Turns out, every single one of my female cousins 13+ had gotten theirs pierced already. Two of my cousins already had double tongue piercings. One day, we were driving around Waikele. I decided to do it. On the car ride there, I tried to play it off like it was nothing. I kept thinking, oh, mom will never find out. It’ll be just a little prick and I’ll be out of there. But, it was so much more. I was getting it done at a hair salon where they did piercings occasionally. This big bulky man comes out and remembers one of my cousins as a previous customer. All he asks is who and what is going to be done. No parentals necessary. My hands start to tremble as he gathers his supplies. Just a needle, a small somewhat clamp, Vaseline, and cotton balls. He had me standing up against the wall. He marked a spot about 3cm above my belly button. He swabs a bit of  Vaseline over it and inside my naval. The clamp; cold steel, it surround the dot. I look straight ahead as he puts in the needle. A strong stinging pain engulfs my stomach.  More and more, what was 30 seconds seemed like half an hour. I can feel the stainless steel barbell running threw me. It was over, he wiped off the excess. He told me to sit, as some people tend to faint after this procedure. Light headed. I sat there for about tree minutes. He asks for the money and returns up stairs. There it was, red. Still hurting; I barely moved.

I lost my barbell in at my friends pool party. Yeah, eventually my mom found out about it. On the same day my auntie was getting married. She was enraged. She got over it though. She knows about it this time, her boyfriend is a surgeon and he did it for me.

It was in my moms bed. As I lift up half my shirt, his hands are as cold as ice. My mom, standing there watching. He swabs a blue liquid around my stomach. She brings out a bottle; in big bold letters labeled morphine. He brings out a syringe. He injects it into the scar once left behind my first piercing. A small sharp pain; then after that, nothing. He opens up a package containing surgical needles and thread. I can barely feel anything. Only the movement of the needle going through me. It bled a little. As of right now, I still feel nothing. I’m not allowed to touch it though. He kept the thread in there leaving its place.

I plan to get a stainless steel spiral this week. (:

Like; 5 minutes ago I was playing guitar hero with my brother & we were playing this song sung in spanish. & he was making up his own words which were kinda funny. Then I started thinking about something my friend told me a while back and I could not stop laughing x] I wasn’t even thinking about it anymore and I still couldn’t stop. My abs still hurt and I actually started crying XD It was weird. It was fun, but it was weird.

On a side note:  I’m getting my belly button pierced this tuesday ^_______^
What I plan to get (just not off of ebay .__.)               —->

It’s Thanksgiving here in the US (: My mom’s not that great of a cook .___. But! She made dessert :D & bought like; five differnt pies :] Then thanksgiving lunch with my 92 year old great grand mama, the two grandmas & the artistic uncles and aunts. I had a really good time (:

–Now excuse me while I work off the 5 pounds I gained tonight x]

Well, of course there’s a ton of reason, but I’ll only name a few. Don’t wanna go on ranting again now do I :p

Reminisce: I’ve got an xanga from about 5 years back that I’ve updated every so often. It contains all my most precious moments written in text. Maybe twice every 3 months I like to look back when somethings troubling me. My blog is my get away, its my place to complain, sulk, or rejoice about something that had an impact on my life. It helps me not to forget.

It’s different from a journal: To me, theres a big difference about having a journal and a blog. A blog, almost anyone can see it and read what’s going through your mind. A journal, its something kept private, something you show one or two people in your life, but most of the time its something you have to hide from your nosy parents. (Yes, my mother is technologically challenged)

The community: With blogs, you have the chance to get advice on what it is you’re dealing with. Specially without worrying what others may think or caring about who they think you are. They’re just people, just like me or you. You don’t have to worry about people talking behind your back the next day because of some who couldn’t keep their mouth shut.

+ My hand writing is chicken scratch :P

As of 24hours ago, I turned 16. But, I swear to god; I’m still 13 at heart. The past two days have been great, best friends came over & we had sushi on friday. Then came back home for a little world tour (: Then yesterday [considering its 1am now] had an alright lunch with my mom and her owner (boyfriend) then ran into ellen & her boyfriend while waiting for mine. We watched The Haunting of Molly something. It was alright. Cause we both knew; we definitely were not planning to see Twilight. To be completely honest, the time I spent with my friends was a little bit more fun than with him. I just dont get the same, absolutely great feeling with them as I get with him. (: But yeah, I think this has been my greatest birthday yet. I pretty much got everything I wanted, and was totally shocked o________o I got to dye my ends again [blue<33], getting my naval pierced next week, got world tour, and had a really great time (: + the ‘circley’ necklace boyfriend got me (: This has been one of the better days, I absolutely cannot complain.