Piercing joy.

Well, I feel a strange sense of pride. I am now the owner of a large chunk of titanium in a hole through my nose. Woo and indeed hoo!

So, we went to Wigan (say it three times fast) after I did buggar all history homework. We went with my mother, who panicked somewhat understandably at the horror that is the lane changes outside of Asda, and we picked up flickerswitch. One long dull car ride later in which my mother proved her insanity by the way she cheerfully points stuff outside of the car (yes, mother, we can see for ourselves) and proved the fact that I do need to get off my arse and see about those driving lessons.

Jess and Lucy then turned up at my house after fighting past our builders who seem to have taken over the street (there's five of them, so why are there three vans?) and we had a very silly two hours. It was strange. The one day that Liz makes the ardous journey to Ormskirk is the same day Lucy (whos' ten minutes from Liz) comes to Jess' house. Was most strange. At any rate, we talked and were generally silly for about an hour.

I'd like to make it clear that I have, in the last week, watched 16 episodes of Stargate. Me and Liz upped this thing as we madeour way through, for very little or indeed no reason, Point Of No Return and Wormhole X-Treme(!) which I had genuinely forgotten how amusing they were. Then it was a small chunk of the movie, and we were true English Geeks and talked for about an hour about the different ways of spelling Sha'uri (I've spelt it like that forever and I'm not changing it, it's the only thing the movie got right in my opinion) and which is prettier. We then watched Seth for the Jaffa joke, and then we just left the tape running through Jolinar's Memories and Better The Devil You Know. I say it again - I Love Season Three. There is no episode I dislike, although I'll happily skip Point of View because I think Hair!Sam is wussy and I dislike that and although Into The Fire because Hathor should never die.

At 1.30, general silence was held and sleep happened. At nine, the builders turned up. *curses and shakes fist, etc* Then they stole my teabags once more and buggared off to drink tea. This was at 9.20. "Aha!" I thought. "I can go back to bed!" So, I tried. Then Mum and Megan proceed to have a conversation outside of my door. I suddenly became aware of a horrible need to go to the toilet, so I rolled out of bed, had to go downstairs, wandered around somewhat dazedly, and then poked Liz awake. I even moved her in the end, too, since my room is really small so she was wedged between the bedside table and my set of drawers which do, in fact, contain clothes which aren't creased to buggary.

Cut to a little while later, and we were on a train bound for Liverpool. It was deceptively cold. It looked warm and sunny but it is in fact bloody freezing. Liverpool was no better, so we quickly hastened towards Forbidden Planet, where Gimli and Theoden models were doing things they shouldn't to Treebeard models. It was quite empty though, which was a shame.

Quick stop at a little jewellery shop, because we were so incensed by the phrase "Elfish Power Rings." *twitchtwitch* They had pretty nose jewellery, however.

We then went to Quiggins, the first of three such trips. I do love it in there. It's eclectic, and different, and just plain lovely. I can spend hours in there. And did!

I've never been the piercing place before, but I've heard good things about it. So, up I toddled and was promptly amused by the sign for the tattoo parlour: "No drunks. No smoking. No nobheads." (I should adopt that as a slogan, actually.) I also had his horrible sick feeling. I always do this with piercings... I get all happy beforehand because I've forgotten the pain and it all comes rushing back as I go and get ready and can't back out. But I had to go and get money, for the first time ever refused food (felt slightly ill) and then went back up the longest three flights of stairs to the piercing place.

Showed I.D. (Connexions Card how I do praise thee) and signed the release form to say that if my nose fails off then I won't sue, or something similiar. Continued to panic whilst sitting next to Liz, and then the bloke came and out as asked me in.

"Can I bring my friend in?"
"No, sorry."

*panicpanicpanic* I am a Big Girly Wuss. I need people to hold my hand for this kind of stuff! But I went in anyway, and sat down.

The bloke was wonderful with me, even putting up with my nervous twitching when he tried to put the dot on. I must have been a pain in the arse, because I talked his hind leg off before he even came near me. I felt comforted by the usage of plastic gloves and that fact this bloke appeared to know what he was doing, at any rate. I sat back, shut my eyes and tried to relax.

It hurt. I'll be honest. I won't be descriptive, because certain people are squicked by needles, but they basically stabbed me with the needle, I didn't scream like a girl, then the stud was put through and that was it. As moralanqua said, my eyes streamed something horrific, but I did go armed with a tissue. I decided to get the right pierced - no reason other than that's the one I mentally pictured every time.

And... that was it. And it hurt a bit, but not half as bad as my ears did. I've been told to leave the thing alone for today and then wash it out tomorrow, and not to twist it. I expressed a sort of "But... that's what I did with all my earrings..." type protest. He informed me that actually, no, it's a very bad idea to twist the earring. "Let it scab - that'll go away eventually." This sounds vaguely nasty to me, and I'll end up playing with it soon enough, but there we are. Right now, I can still feel it and it's achey like a bruise, but it's not red and sore like I normally have. I wish I had a camera to post a picture - it's quite pretty. I think.

So, now I've been thoroughly gross and discussed my nose to great detail and you've all turned away in horror, I will continue to discuss my day.

One sandwich and another trip back to Forbidden Planet later, we went back to Quiggins. Mmmm. Badges. I bought rather too many, but I was amused by the "Let's get one thing straight - I'm not" one. I wanted the t-shirt saying "I Like Women" on it, but I'd get my head kicked in on the bus, so not going there. A badge has too small a font for them to comprehend, or so goes my logic.

Met up with Lucy and Jess (who also chose today to come to Liverpool) but then we had to buggar off home. Many choruses of "I think I'm a clone now..." were heard, as well as various catfish and gekko impressions. (Really, don't ask, I can't do them online.) Long story short I managed to put Liz onto a bus, and then I went home.

See, I had a rehersal for Thinking Day Parade on Sunday. (This means I have been busy every single day all holiday. Argle.) I walked down the road with my flag to St Annes Church. No one there. Went to the Social Centre, and there was a singular Brownie and her Mum. We waited. No one turned up. Ten very cold minutes later. I stomped back home to phone Jeanette.

"Where's the rehersal?"
"Parish Church, why?"

*facepalm* Now I have to go and apologise early on Sunday. Oh, joy of joys.

Homework still not done. Will do a setion tonight and finish it off tomorrow. We're not going to talk about my English coursework, because it's scary and I hate writing commentaries.

Finally, a meme.

*Step 1: Open your Winamp or other MP3 player.
*Step 2: Put all of your music on random.
*Step 3: Write down the first twenty songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing.

( Media Player )

And now I'm going to be a Good Girl and take me and my chunk of titanium to bed. Mum's reaction was priceless. She just keeps on peering at it and going "ugh!" but it's now toned down to "Why didn't you choose a prettier stud?" (Because I like the plain silvery look, mainly.) She came in just now, peered at it again, and said "Well, when I get used to it I suppose..."

Dad, on the other hand, hates piercings with a deep and burning passion and hasn't mentioned it in a sort of vague hope that it'll go away. This doesn't stop him from surreptitiously peering at it, however.

Alright, I will stop talking about the piercing. It's just pretty and I like it. And I'm amazed at the lack of pain, too.

Oh, and the builders aren't coming over the weekend. Sleep ahoy. Or I would if I wasn't either a. at work or b. marching around with a flag. Ah well.

~Hathy_Col~

P.S Watch the hypnotic Nightcrawler go around and around and around and around and around...

P.P.S I do apologise for the rambling and bad spellings. Am tired. Will do better tomorrow. Maybe.