Piercing or Tattoo?

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(Via PhotoBooth)

I am in need of something that falls into the line with using needles.

I want to get my lip pierced, but I don't know if I should do the bottom lip or a monroe... And for the tattoo, I just want to add on to my previous tattoos on my ribs.

6 Gauge.

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I don't really know what my actual size is, but I currently have a 6 gauge (UV) on. I had the same gauge in a 10, but when I put on an 8 gauge taper, it went right through. I wasted like 15 bucks. Arggggg. Anywho, it went from an 18 gauge to a 6 gauge from July to September. Pretty freaking awesomeeee! =]

Why

is

my

happiness

a l w a y s

ephemeral…?

I feel like there's some type of chemical imbalance occurring in my noggin. I'm not the relationship-type person. It's funny to me how I'm trying to hold on to something I don't really ever think of. I'm more towards that free-spirited, hippie mentality. I'm exhausted from nonsensical stress because of this damn relationship. I always tell myself that it will all be worth it in the end... But in reality, when is the end? How do I determine that? Ehhhhhh, no more thoughts.

Oh geez, no. I'm not trying to be emo(tional). I'm just pissedddddddddddd. ARG.

I worked from 9 am to 10 pm tonight. I wanted to release some negativity by diverting my mind into something else. All I wanted was to just sit down and speak about nonsensical bullshit. Unfortunately, I'm not that important...

Fillerrrrrr.

Sorryyyy, my Canada pictures are on hold at the moment. I go to school on Tuesday-Thursday and I work Friday to Monday. Make sense? Lol. Yeah, absolutely no time. Arggg. =/

Anywho, here's a little something-something...

I look like an idiot. It's all good. =] And my camera is so off-focused. Haha! He's so damn tall, that's why.

Apparently, we have two different anniversary dates. They are July 6th and October 10th. I like celebrating relationship events, but He doesn't. =/ Hopefully, we do something next month.

COLLEGEEE.

I love hate college, but I love drinkin'....

Tell me why I had to take remedial English?! My dumbass didn't take the placement test seriously.. SMH. Like, why the fuck did this kid say 'sometimes' is a noun. WTF....? I almost shit my pants, laughing. Haha. Also, this class is a non-credited course. It sucks. I'm technically taking 9 credits. ARG. I can't take any of my other classes because this damn English class is a prerequisite.

Bonus:

Peep this. =]

Canada (Day 1)

My mom decided to go to Canada with no kind of plan. So, we did not do much at all. I wanted to go home the first day we got there. Lol. I was excited at first, but my folks wouldn't let me go by myself. I still find it kind of amusing since I go to NYC whenever I want to.

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I packed about 2 weeks worth of clothing. We only stayed there for 4 days though. Lol.

On the way to the boarder.

The immigration officer yelled at me for having my camera out.

Niagara Falls

On the way to Toronto.

Knocked the fuck out. Haha.

Traffic. =/

Sunset

We visited my mom's friend from college.

We didn't really do much. In summary, we went to Niagara Falls on the Canadian side, went to the hotel, went out to eat, then went to my mom's friend's house.

P.S.: I have way more pictures, but I'm too lazy to upload all of them. Lol. Sorry.

THE END.

10 Gauge.

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I'm currently on a 10 gauge. It actually went from an 18 gauge to a 10 gauge in two weeks. Lol. I'm staying on this size for a bit though.

Yes, this is a filler. Lol.

I'll be back with more awesomeness from my trip and other bullshits. =p

I've been feeling down. I'm about to pull a Britney-Spears; you know, take my anger out on my hair. I just realized that I will NEVER be somebody's top priority. When I was little, I was my momma's numero uno. I took that for granted. I didn't know that she was going to bear another child. And, EW! to the thought of conception. BUT SHIT, FUCKKK. I'm not trying to be selfish, but realizing that kind of added stress to the situations that I'm in. Why is it so hard to let go of some things in life? I wonder why I can't be how I used to be. I kind of liked being my own person. I love to be oblivious. I love being in my own lala-land and enjoying things in life. I didn't give a fuck who laughed, and I sure as hell didn't give a fuck who cried. Where did I go? I don't feel like myself. I lost it.

I'm disintegrating, bits by bits.