I’m home! From where? From work! How much do you earn? $0!
Yes, that’s right-I’m currently working at a cyber cafe 2 blocks away from my house because of school reasons. So, I am soon to graduate from high school with a bachelor’s degree in programming, but before graduating I must present something called: Professional Practices. This is basically to gain work experience in the field in which I’m developing, in my case- computer work.
This means that I must work for free. Of course, if the owners of the cafe want to pay me, they can pay me.
But they don’t.
But I can: Print stuff for free, get free copies in the copy machine and some free school items such as pencils, pens, erasers, whatever.
I’m on my last semester of high school now! 6th semester, graduating as a mathematician and with a bachelor’s degree in programming in July, woot! College, here I come! But first….
Gotta deal with this last semester, aye?
So sorry for not posting in such a long time, but here I am again! I still got math homework to do but, I’ll write first. Now, all of my teachers are great, but there is this one specific teacher that kinda bothers me.
Now, I already had this teacher when I was in 1st semester, and I tolerated him through the whooole semester and after him I felt such a relief. Well, if I already tolerated him for one whole semester, I can do so again. Ya see, the thing is, this is the type of teacher that likes to:
Make fun of the students
And that scares me in a way. I don’t want to be ridiculed by him, he literally has no chill towards anyone. But, he already tried to do it once, er, three times actually, and this won’t be an exception. No it won’t. I’ve always been a strong gal and I will get through it once more. 🙂
Oh, and also, during my first week of school I got hit in the face with a soccer ball.
Yup, I’m unhappy. I’ve been like it for a veeery long time. It’s hard for me emotionally always. I sometimes feel great about everything but the next day no more. I’m a normal gal, I go to a great school, I’m very social, I’m a high achiever. But, I want to do something more like I have already mentioned previously in some other post.
And you know what? I will. I said I would but I haven’t done shit and it’s just lowering me every day even more and more.
I want to finally do things that I’ve always wanted to do. I want to do things without anybody telling me what to do. I want to do things on my own, with my own permission. I will need help of course and I will ask for it, and I know exactly who can help me.
I just can’t believe it. I’ve had the right people here to always help me and I know they will so, why not just start and do it all?
I want to grow, I want to fulfill myself and others. I want to in general, feel and be happy.
It’s always been one of my ambitions anyways. I’ve always wanted to feel that accomplishment and I will feel it and I will keep it with me.
So uh yeah that’s it really. I just felt like saying all this ‘cuz I’ve been feeling very very down lately. Writing things down has always helped me so I chose to write this post, even though I already wrote a whole complete paragraph on my notebook on what I want to do. It’s always so hard for me to open up about how I feel.
Heeelllooo my lovelies! Today I bring you a quick post about piercings!
So part of my new wishes to do on this blog is beauty. Now, when it comes to beauty and fashion I got quite a taste. That includes, piercings.
I think we all went through a phase where we wanted to have a thousand piercings or, at least, some for a pair of earrings. In my case, oh boy.
So, the only part of my body that is pierced are my ears: I used to have 3 piercings on each ear, but, the third one closed up so now I have 2 ear piercings on each year, in total, 4. The first ear piercing which is on my earlobes were done when I was just months old, so, I don’t even remember that one. The other two piercings, were done in quite a brutal way by a non-professional (please go to a professional).
When I was about 11 years old I decided to get my ears pierced so I would have two ear piercings on each year: The original ones on my earlobes and the next one on my upper earlobe. The thing is, it hurt like hell. My piercer used a piercing gun which is this thing of hell that shoves an earring right through your ear in high pressure and it hurts like a butt cheek on a stick. Get it? Vine reference? No? Okay.
The worst thing is that right after I got my ears pierced it swelled up and burned too much and it stayed that way for two days. In the end, I couldn’t take it. I couldn’t even sleep from the pain so I decided to take them out which is when I noticed that the earring was like…crusting up with my ear. I got scared, cried, and my dad took them out for me.
And that was it! That is why you should always take care of your piercings, boys and girls!
2 years later, now in Mexico, I decide to get them pierced again but this time get two ear piercings so I would have the 3 in each ear. My momma and I went down to the city fair at the city of Jojutla (RIP) in which a young boy and his friends had a piercing and tattooing booth. We bought the gold earrings to avoid infections and the boy sat me down behind the booth, numbed my ear using these things of metal shown to the side here, grabbed one of the earrings, took the back part out and shoved the earring RIGHT through my ear.
I could hear it cracking through my ears! 😀 And it burned and stung a little. It took no more than 10 seconds for each earring to go through my ear and that was it! The great thing about it is that this time it did not swell up, and it only felt hot afterwards. This time I actually took care of my ear piercings and they healed up just fine!
Note: I didn’t go to a professional, nor a professional pierce shop or anything. If you want to get a job done, go to a professional please!
And I loved them! The sad thing is that the third ear piercings closed up so…now I have two ear piercings on each ear.
Anyways, I love piercings. I think they look great, they look elegant to me in a way, as same with tattoos. Why? I don’t know, but they just look sophisticated to me, of course, when it’s not too extreme or over-exaggerated! That is…except if your Grace Neutral.
Same with stretching your earlobes. I think they look cool, they catch attention. I wouldn’t do it on myself though..at least not anymore. Yup, I was getting my ears stretched out but I didn’t get to stretch them further than 2 millimeters because of school and my ears went right back to normal, although there was barely any difference.
I used to always want to get my lips pierced, I think they look quite beautiful, especially snake bites, Monroe piercing, Dahlia bites and the Medusa Piercing. Those to me look the best. I also had the desire for a septum piercing but, I don’t think it’ll look good on me.
Now, for those of you who don’t know, you can also get piercings kinda like….in your skin. As in, dermal piercings! This is when you get a little gemstone or whatever inserted into a part of your body such as your wrist, collar bones, neck, etc. These are quite extravagant but also look very beautiful.
buuut no piercing is way more extravagant than getting a corset piercing…*shivers*
Now, don’t get me wrong. I do think that these corset piercings look fucking amazing, they are very creative and take their time to be done. From what I’ve read though, they only last one day. Is it worth the pain? That’s up to you.
Sooo yeah I think that’s it for now haha. I just felt like doing this post for fun, so, not really informative or anything. I do plan on writing a post on this but for now, this is it!
Right now I have no desires to get anything pierced, except maybe my ears again but that’ll be in the future.
Heere we goo agaaain. Ah, looks like Summer vacations haven’t given me any inspiration to write. Or maybe it did?
If you’ve been on this blog before, you may know that this is probably the 3rd post about writers block that I do.
I just can’t help it.
Like, why does it happen? Why cannot I get over it? I have about 3 different drafts I just did but I didn’t like them. Why can’t I like them? What’s missing from them? What’s missing from me? More inspiration? More ideas? More will to do something? But how can I get that inspiration? How do I get those ideas? How do I get a will to do something about it? I don’t know. I’m on this carousel of block again. But it’s been a few days since I last posted and I have that urge to post something. I want to but I can’t. Why? Because I have nothing interesting on mind.
Nothing has happened, I haven’t seen anything that catches my attention, no interesting conversations-wait.
Oh my lord.
I just remembered a great TV show that I love to watch. Well, guess I know what to write about tomorrow.
Hmm. Guess that writing about writers block is helpful.
When I was the weird, hyperactive 9 year old child back in the day, there was a tree at school that me and my friends decided to name: Dead Tree. It was a dead tree.
Childhood is that time in life where nothing really matters. All you want is to just, go outside and play, probably break an arm, climb a tree and basically whatever you feel like doing, ya’ know? Well, when I was a child, in my Elementary school from 4th to 5th grade, all the way at the end of the baseball field, standing alone was a tree. It was a tree that one time in it’s life had leafs but now it had nothing but a bunch of old branches. Yup, the tree was dead.
Hence, me and my friends decided to make it our hangout spot during recess because it was away from all the evil teachers that would yell at us to not jump off the slide. We decided to name the tree and what better name for a dead tree than Dead Tree?
Pfft, yeah, I know! Creativity to the MAX LEVEL.
William Shakespeare who? Yo, we talking real creativity here with my tree buddy Dead Tree.
Anyways, we did so much with Dead Tree. We climbed it, we would race to it, and once we even planted skittles under it, hoping that a skittles tree would grow.
Now, what’s the point of this story?
That when you’re a child, even a dead tree at your school is your bests friend. I saw that the daily prompt today is ‘Soil’, it reminded me of the time that we tried to revive Dead Tree, even though to us, he was still alive.
And yes, the tree was a boy.
What’s sad is how we grow up, and we forget about these little things in life. Of course, there is always somebody who will forever remember them.
And in that case, it would be me.
One of my most favorite books is the book Ida B: and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster, and (Possibly) Save the World by Katherine Hannigan. It’s a children’s novel about a girl named Ida B. who is homeschooled and her only friends are her apple trees. What’s awesome bout it is that she talks to the trees and the trees “talk” to her. Sadly, her mother falls sick in Cancer and her father needs to sell some of their land to get money for her mother. Part of the land that he sells is part of her apple trees which, they are all destroyed and taken down for the new owners to build their home there. Ida B. falls into depression and changes her personality quite drastically because everything she loved was being destroyed, from her mother, to her family, to her only friends.
This book, is a wonderful book to me because it is the first book that I read in my childhood that actually left memories of it in me. I love to read, and as a kid I would always read a bunch of those typical children’s books like Captain Underpants, The Berenstein Bears (I refuse to accept the Mandela Effect), The Magic school bus and all that other stuff. Yeah, I do have memories of those as well same with all the plant books and history books I would always read because I had a thing for plants and history (still do) but, Ida B and Her Plans to Maximize Fun, Avoid Disaster and Possibly Save the World is the first ever book that actually gave me feelings and emotions for as a child.
And I related more to that book because of my friend, Dead Tree.
Dead Tree lives in Las Vegas, Nevada in the United States of America. I hope that he is still standing in his place. One day I shall go visit him and hopefully, I’ll see him with leafs like I always wanted to.
And if he’s still dead then whatever, Dead Tree is still the most awesome tree in the world.
You know when you do something or attempt to do something and it all goes wrong and you are left embarrassed and shamed and the experience will haunt you forever?
*flashback to something embarrassing*
It’s moments like these when you want to just…stick your head in the ground like an ostrich or like the title of this post reads, bury yourself six feet deep into the ground.
Not speaking seriously of course don’t…don’t do that. I don’t why you would do that but no it’s just an expression so…yeah. Don’t.
Most of the times when we do something, we don’t think it’s embarrassing at all until a few days, weeks, maybe even months or years pass by and you are suddenly remembered many, many things that you regret. Or we realize we just turned into the center of attention in a bad way in the moment of doing whatever the fuck you’re doing that went wrong.
Well guess what? I wish I hadn’t done that is just an expression, because the feeling of WHY DID I DO THIS is a reality.
When you do something embarrassing, you don’t want to even remember it. You get kinda annoyed when a friend mentions it, you start to try to distract them or everybody from the topic. But do you know what’s the worst?
When these freaking memories of embarrassment hit you randomly in the middle of class, at 3:00 AM, during dinner, at anytime basically. Like, why does that happen?
Do these embarrassing moments come back to us all of a sudden to remind ourselves of how stupid we are (or can be)? We try to bury all these moments of our life into the deepest black hole ever but they suddenly make themselves come out again.