I got my nose pierced today. Left side, small stud,
pink in colour. It didn't really hurt at all, though it's a bit sore now. I got it done at this great place, very clean and professional:
Tora Tattoo. The girl who did it was really nice. I had my friend Cassandra come to hold my hand, and Amy cowered in the corner and faced the wall... heh, she hates needles. I lost the damn sheet with the care instructions on it already. Oh well.
I never really understood when people said that piercings are addictive. Well, I do now. I want more... heh.. nothing drastic, though. I think I'm going to get two more in my ears, and then we'll see where it goes from there. They don't use any piercing guns, which I like, and for the ears they use little hoops instead of studs, which I also like. It's a tad expensive for both ears, but I'm going to do it sooner or later. I'd rather pay more for cleanliness and high quality jewelry.
I got a pay stub today from my RA position: 85$. Apparently I've worked 10 hours, which is quite the surprise to me. I think I've had an hour and a half of training, total. But I'm not going to fucking complain, I like money. Money is good. Gimme gimme gimme.
Quote of the Day/Week/Month (it was just that good):
Credit goes to Andy Roddick (see below) during a match in the Australian Open
After a close line call from his opponent, Marat Safin, Andy was arguing with the chair ref a-la-John McEnroe. Andy was adamant that the ball was out, which it was, while the ref insisted that he didn't see it and was trusting the linesman's call.
The quote goes as follows:
Ref: "I didn't see it, it was really close"
Andy: "Of course it was close, Captain Obvious!"
Classic, I love this boy. He's the John Mayer of the tennis circuit.
<3
Having just finished reading
East of Eden by John Steinbeck, I figured I'd post a list of the books that are next on the list. They're not particularly in order, though I want to read some more than others.
1. Lullaby – Chuck Palahniuk (going to start this tonight)
2. No Logo – Naomi Klein
3. Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
4. Survivor - Chuck Palahniuk
5. Rebecca – Daphne du Maurier
6. Pillars of the Earth - Ken Follet
7. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
8. The Alchemist – Paulo Coelho
9. The Piano Man’s Daugher – Timothy Findley
10. The Illustrated Man - Ray Bradbury
11. Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
12. The Good Earth - Pearl S. Buck
13. The 120 Days of Sodom - The Marquis De Sade
14. Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
15. Foucault’s Pendulum – Umberto Eco
16. Prometheus Rising - Robert Anton Wilson
17. The Manticore – Robertson Davies
18. World of Wonders – Robertson Davies
19. Life Before Man – Margaret Atwood
The sad thing is that I already have most of these, they're just waiting for me to pick them up. And of course it goes without saying that this list will be added to within a day, but I thought it worth while posting now.
I'll have most, if not all, of these read by the end of the summer 2004.
As a side note:
I enjoy this: Atlas stands holding the weight of the world on his shoulders, and I can just imagine people walking by him every day on their way to and from work and never really noticing.
And I'm back. Back in Waterloo, the 'Loo, the city of ass. There's very little that's making me feel good about it: it means classes have started, that I have another semester of stress to look forward to, that I'm away from home, that it's always loud when I want to sleep, and that I have to put up with some roommates that I don't particularly like all the time - to put it midly.
Just typing that first paragraph is making being back just a little tougher, so that's all there's going to be for right now.
