Poor Derrick is sick. I hadn't heard from him in a few days, so I called around 3am, knowing he would still be up (Wednesdays are especially busy for cleanup at the bar). He didn't answer, so I left a message. Apparently, for the first time (probably EVER) he was sleeping. But his phone kept beeping and woke him up, so he called me back. He was REALLY tired and didn't want to talk long, but at least I know he's alive. Poor hon. I wish I could make him better. At least I know I didn't give him this bug, because my throat hurts, but he's having problems with his stomach. I'd go nurse him back to health, but he's working constantly (probably how he got so sick in the first place). But I suppose that's more than enough about him...
Hmmm... both brothers have been here. Jess' brother is pretty awesome. Unfortunately, he often acts like Ivan's clone. Not exactly, but just enough to gang up on poor Jess and annoy the CRAP out of her. Especially when they listen to their music. Ivan's brother, however, is incredibly annoying. He comes over for more than 24 hours at a time, eats a LOT of food, sits around talking OVER the TV, and (this is where I really lost it) TOUCHED MY COMPUTER. My computer is like almost anything I own, you want to use it, ask me. I'll more than likely say yes. But ASK. Its mine. My computer is my life. I have EVERYTHING on here. I don't like it touched without permission. So when I looked over and he was sitting at my computer, downloading some crap I didn't tell him he could download, I flipped out! I was actually balling my hands into fists and trying not to scream at him. DON'T TOUCH MY COMPUTER!!! As soon as he got off I password protected it. F*cker.
My tongue piercing is as cool as ever. The swelling finally went down. I thought my mom was pissed when she found out. I asked her, and all she said was "its your life, you can do what you want." Which I knew translated into: "I thought I raised you to be smarter than that."
I knew she told my dad, and when I went to church with them, I could tell he was trying to catch a glimpse of it. When we got home, I outright asked him if he wanted to see it. He backed off a bit, and said "why would I want to see it?" I showed it to him anyway. Just to satisfy his curiosity and to show him I was growing monster parts or something from having it. He said exactly what I thought my mom was subtly saying to me. "I thought we raised a smarter daughter."
But then came acceptance, and by the end of the night, when my tongue got tired and I started to talk funny again, they made fun of me, which is always a good sign in my house that something is okay. Later though, my mom confessed to me that she thought I did it because I was depressed. She said it came out of the blue and thought it to be a rather rash decision. I informed her that it was NOT out of the blue, that I had been thinking about it for some time. She asked why I didn't mention it early.
"Because I knew exactly what you'd say."
"I wouldn't have approved."
"Exactly."
Later on, she brought up something which I felt was completely out of the blue:
"Why the tongue? You know what they say about tongue piercings?"
"What's that?" (Thinking it was more about how they can get infected so easily.)
"That women get them so they can give better blow jobs."
Wait? What? Did my MOM just say that? *shudder* I told her the truth.
"NO mom. I did NOT get it to give better blow jobs. I had completely forgotten about that."
She breathed a sigh a relief. And so did I, but only because we didn't have to carry on THAT discussion anymore.
I have no idea how to deal with my grandparents though. You'd think this would be no big deal, and I don't even think its a catholic thing. I think its a generational thing, and my older relatives just aren't going to understand. My sister saw it, and asked me questions about whether or not it hurt, and how I change it and stuff like that. I knew she would never get one and wasn't crazy about it, but there was more acceptance there. Its just kinda weird. Its not a big deal. Not at all. And if I don't want it anymore. Take it out, it will heal in a week. No one will ever be able to tell. Derrick used to have one and I couldn't tell.
Alright, not much else. I think I'm going to go outside or something, its gorgeous out. In fact its getting a little hot. I might have to start summer hibernation soon. Or I'll go play Second Life. I've become addicted to that again. I couldn't log in to my old account, so I had to start a new one. Probably for the better, since I needed a refresher on the controls and options and such. So I gotta jet... (I'm bringing that one back!! Forget sexy!)
before & after
