First and formost, as of today, I have a 14g septum piercing. Did it myself, actually. With a 12g needle. Ouch.
The process went like this;
Soak in hydrogen peroxide, stab through first layer of skin, eyes tear up and can't concentrate, pull out... rinse in hydrogen peroxide and repeat.
I actually got through both layers twice, though. And after some fiddling and diddling, I got the jewelry through too.
But, uh, enough on that.
I also redyed my mohawk a nice hot pink. :> More of a touch up than anything. Felt like I wanted more color, haha.
In other news, there have been 20 reported bomb threats at my high school last week. Jesus, calm your tits everyone! It's not the end of the world! ... Yet.
I think on Friday I'm just not even going to bother going. People are going to be freaking out all over the place, and honestly, I've got enough on my plate. Unnecessary bullshit is unnecessary.
Aaaaaannnddd, after living in my new neighborhood for 2 months, my psychiatrist people don't think depression/Bipolar meds are necessary anymore. Which is ALWAYS good news. So, basically, that means I don't have any more blood tests, UAs, pills, or random assessments to fill out. But I'm still legally bipolar, so I still have to go through counselling... blehk. I love my therapist to bits, but I don't feel like I need it right now.
But, y'know, that could just be my hypomania talking. lol.
Oh, it's noon, and I keep getting distracted. I was tuning my violin before I started typing this, but then I was all, "hhmmm, internet time? internet time." and here I am.
And, as you would expect, I got completely and utterly sidetracked.
I think I should wrap this up soon...
One last thing...Found this really neat app for facebook the other day, totally creepy.
Here's a link; [link]
I love it haha <3
Okay...I'll go now.
Over and out!