Wow, it’s been way too long since I’ve blogged! News, news, more news.
First of all, I finished this term of school. I got an A+ in Algebra, which is the absolute craziest thing ever. I didn’t understand Algebra at all in high school. Maybe it’s my age? Porter helped me a lot by buying me a Saxon Algebra II book earlier this year and encouraging me to work through it. (And helping me work through it). I’m finding that I really enjoy math.
Writing class went pretty good, too. I got an A on my last paper despite the fact I forgot to submit the citations page with it, and I forgot to bring it to the class when it was due. Grace has been given to me!
Still on the school front, I took the SAT last Saturday. It was surprisingly fun. I’ve always liked standardized tests in high school. Just as with the other tests I’ve taken, I finished all of the sections early except math. But I finished a lot more math problems than I usually do.
On the fun front, I sang karaoke last night. I sang We’ve Only Just Begun, by the Carpenters. When I first got up there, I asked the karaoke guy “I’ve never sung karaoke before, is there anything I should know?” and he sighed, and said “You’re asking me at the wrong time.” But he offered some general tips. But it went fine, and after the first verse he came over and laughed - “There’s no way anyone will know you’ve never sung karaoke before!” It was pretty fun.
Oh, on the unfun front, I lost $60 in an ATM yesterday. It was obviously a malfunction, so I called the number on the ATM that said to call to report errors. It was the regular phone number from the back of my bank card, with no options to report a complaint! It was awful. Of course, the bank was closed, and the machine wouldn’t give me a receipt (not that it would have shown that the machine had eaten my cash, either). On top of that, the two phone numbers for the bank in the phone book have been disconnected, and the bank doesn’t open till 9. I’m supposed to be at work by 9 – although I pick my own hours, really – and now I am going to be there very late. It’s awful. So I decided to come down and hang out at the library, because there’s no internet at home and I wanted to get something done. So right now, I’m in a cafe at the library, sipping on a coffee, checking emails, blogging, etc.
I’ve stopped at Starbucks maybe a dozen times on the way to work over these past few months – it’s on the way, and when I haven’t had time to make coffee at home, it’s tempting to grab a cup. I feel *so* out of place there. All of the people there have new cars and dressy clothes. They work at banks and offices (and sometimes hospitals). They aren’t housekeepers. I always feel awkward.
Oh, more news, I got my ears pierced. I went to the most reputable place in town, “High Priestess Body Piercing.” When I got there, I realized it was in the basement of the building. The tattoo parlour is on the ground floor. So, I sucked in my breath, and descended into the depths of the building. The room had a counter along with three of four large display racks of mostly larger gauged jewelry. You know, plugs and that sort of thing. For stretched earlobes. Then, out of the back room comes someone with tattoos all over. I mean all over. His face was tattooed like a spider web. It was pretty crazy. And sparkly blue eyeliner, and of course piercing all over his face. He was friendly and helpful, and got me the paperwork I needed and got a piercer to come. The actual piercing took just a few seconds. I wish I had looked at the needle, because it would have been interesting, but I didn’t ask to see it and he didn’t show me. I picked out dark green studs – which I almost immediately regretted, “They’re going to show up *so* much!” but then I decided they were OK. I’ve had them in for about three weeks and have to be worn for three more weeks before I can change earrings. I bought some little silver hoops that I hope to wear eventually. They say not to wear silver until your ears have healed really well. But, anyway. The whole experience was kind of surreal. I had it done in the evening, and it was raining outside. The decision to get my ears pierced wasn’t made quickly (I’ve been thinking about it for months) but the decision to go that night was kind of impulsive. I just realized they were open and that I could get it done in between switching laundry loads at the laundromat 
If you get your ears pierced, go to an authentic place. I’m not sure exactly why, but guns are bad for your ears. Go to a place that uses needles.
Well, now my little morning break is over and I need to run along to the bank to straighten out my problem and get to work.
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