baby, I'm a blur and saying anything

Grades are posted and it looks lke I'm up to my old tricks. I failed my lecture hall course (the one where you are nothing but a first initial and a last name and a number among a sea of 60-100+ people), did ok in my other minor course (CB), and pwned my major courses (B, BA, and A). I will graciously accept the A and the B (due to them being retakes), but that BA bothers me. It was in my 500 level poetry workshop and I did all the work, including outside of class readings, and my poem revision was hella brilliant. Whatevs. Over it. Over it. OVER IT.

I want another tattoo. I want either my Sage Francis quote (live to tell the story), raven, or my numeral 7.I'm thinking on my ankle or on my wrist.

I'm a beautiful little tattooed gum-chewing freak.

Let me tell you about saturday. I was drunk on vodka (which had not happened in years, let me tell you), and I was outside my friend Elena's apartment, having a smoke. I was doing cartwheels and moshing by myself. It's not as stupid as it sounds, my Elena lives on the first floor and her window was open so I could still see and hear everything. But anyway...I was moshing by myself (possibly to Paramore), and I headbanged my way into a brick pillar. Right on my industrial piercing. Son. Of. A. Preacher. Man. Did it ever hurt. I wake up the next day with all kinds of headachey goodness. I touch my ear to check on my piercing, and I find that the ball on the lower end has fallen off. I locate it, and then attempt to screw it back on, only to find that IT WON'T SCREW ON. In fact, nothing short of krazy glue will keep that sucker on. How do you hit your head so hard you break a screw? I was worried I was concussed, but by monday I was fine. My head hurts again today, but I'm going to go ahead and blame that on the two long beaches I had last night. My vision is also blurry, but when I wear my glasses its okay. I'm going to chalk that up to a poor diet.

Also in other body mod related news: I'm going home tomorrow. With a new hole in my head. My mom barely approved of the industrial, let's see how she reacts to the surgical steel jammed through my nose.

revved up like a deuce?