I always forget that I'm over 18 and can do stuff without permission, you know?
Back in high school, cartilage piercings were all the rage. My bff Maria was [and remains] so rad and she had a bunch of ear piercings. I didn't even have the lobes pierced anymore so I decided I needed to go out and get something done.
Of course the local Claire's was the only place to go. I mean why would one even consider anywhere else? You mean piercings are done elsewhere without using a gun? People use needles to pierce? Blow my mind!
So I ended up with three cartilage piercings over a couple years. They never healed correctly, probably because they were done with the guns. Studio piercers have known for years that the guns pose risk, including
infections and
severe tissue damage. Awesome!
I work at a fairly conservative company, whose dress-code mandates something like "only one earring in each earlobe" kinda deal, so I don't have to many options for piercing placement.
That's why the
Industrial piercing is awesome. It sits high up at the top of the ear, easily covered for work. And it's got a little toughness to it, but it's not too extreme if my boss or my dad sees it. [Hi dad!]
So upon recommendations from a couple people I know, as well as some favorable net reviews, I went to Laughing Buddha Piercing in Upland, California [formerly Puncture]. The guys there were really knowledgeable, and they even turned down three just-turned-16 year olds while I was there for not being with their parent or having their birth certificate. That's hardcore.
They weren't snooty or rude like some mod studios I've been to before, and also weren't out to make a quick buck [i.e. turning down the teen girls and also telling me they couldn't pierce my left ear because the ridge wasn't prominent enough].
I think it was Airick who pierced me, and I liked him because he reminded me of my friend Dan with his long beard. He stretched like he was running the 300 yard dash and that was awesome.
So this is it after a week. It gets a little angry if I hit it with my glasses or my headset at work. Plus I can't sleep on that ear, which is a major bummer. I'm pleased with it though.
The point I was originally going to make was how I feel old thinking about this stuff. In the sense of "I'm not hip to what the kids are doing." But now the kids are doing what I
was doing, and if I try to explain that they're like "Whatever Grandpa Megan, let me go back to buying shirts that look like they were found at a thrift store" and I'm just like shakin' my fist and telling them to stay off my lawn.
People who sing in the shower - I dedicate this post to you.
Music:Beulah - Hey Brother
I've been spending too much time on my computer. I first knew it when I caught myself trying to hit "CTRL-Z" when I screwed up something I was drawing on paper.
Sometimes. I'll get jealous looking through the myspace and silly sites like that. and seeing people from high school. I'm like, they're having so much fun, and traveling and getting married and drinking alcoholic beverages!
Los Angeles officials are asking that you respect their wishes and stop murdering people.
My favorite pair of jeans, l.e.i. Sophia Hiphuggers in black, which have faded to an awesome grey, are dead. If I chose to wear them again, the gigantic tear in the buttoxial region would show the world my red chonies again.
I really need to sleep, but I can't yet. I'm reading about old bands I used to like on blogs and it makes me happy and disappointed that things aren't the same anymore.
