So, today I went to see Footloose the Musical which was put on by the Junior troupe of Theatre Ancaster...? I hope. It was pretty good, I guess. There were a few really good lines used. I enjoyed it. I'd love to act in one, though. That would be fun.
So then I got home, and I sat for five minutes, and I have this horrible, horrible habit of playing with my earrings. I have, like, nine of them, two of which I had to repierce. Imagine that. That was actually baseball for you, I had to take them out on account of they're in my ears and they could get ripped out. So instead, I take them out and they get infected and heal over. Great, twenty wasted bucks.
So, I just pierced them myself.
Well, I was sitting here in my room, and I thought Oh, hell! I lost my favourite earrings, the comedy/tragedy mask! Only the one I had in my right ear though. And as I'm feeling around my ear and shoulder, thinking maybe it just fell out, I spotted it on the floor behind me. Whew! Then, I noticed that it looked much more solid than it should have, with a higher metal ratio. What the hell, it's back is still on! Now, confused, I reach up to my right ear and-sure enough- the hole that I pierced myself just ripped out. But it was the scar tissue that did, and it just...fell off. It was so weird. So I had to re-pierce the same hole--again.
But now, when you look at my right ear, I have a small piece of the edge missing. It's my own special scar...Coolio.
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