I said yep, what a concept; I could use a little fuel myself and we could all use a little change.

I've been a bit moody lately, and though this week certainly hasn't been terrible, it hasn't exactly been the best one of the year so far.  This, combined with my realization that I had some spare cash (which has become increasingly rare lately), combined with these nifty earrings a girl was wearing today all mixed together in my brain.  I decided that I was tired of feeling like crap mentally, and what's the best way to fix that?

"Positive thinking"?  Yeah, right!  I voted for "physical pain."

Don't worry, I'm not a cutter.  I just did this:

(Any weird-looking shadows are just marker-dots.)  Oh, yes.  Piercings: a fun and healthy form of therapy.  The cartilage piercing I've had since my freshman year of college, but the other three (six, I suppose) are brand new as of a few hours ago.  I actually used to have two piercings in each lobe, but they've been grown in for a few years now.  As a matter of fact, the first place I went to wouldn't repierce them; the lady told me she could feel scar tissue.  Stubborn and cranky as I was, I just drove a little farther until I found someplace that would (probably a very irresponsible decision, but that's what age 21 is all about, right?).  The third lobe piercing is a completely brand new one for me, and I'm quite proud.  (If nothing else, I'm just proud that I managed to sit through six ear-pokings in a row.)

Furthermore, the girl that did it did an awesome job.  The first time I got my ears pierced, the woman at Wal-Mart did a lovely job of mucking everything up--part of the reason I let all the holes grow back was because of how uneven and dangerously low those were.  This girl found the perfect placement to avoid re-opening those holes without piercing in a weird spot.  She was so proud of herself for that (and for doing three piercings in a row!) she took pictures of my ears, hahaha.