vodka and brownies

that's all i really have to say tonight.  i figure if i'm going to have a downward spiral, i'm going to enjoy it with booze and chocolate.  i will post something more insightful when i don't have a 1/3 of a bottle of vodka in me.  until then, enjoy this new band i have discovered.  i heard this song  for the first time on the radio today and instantly fell in love with them.  and the video is actually pretty awesome.  i've been really liking the slightly twisted stuff lately (probably because i've been feeling slightly twisted myself), and this falls nicely into that category without being over the top creepy.  enjoy!  and go have your own vodka-and-brownies celebration.*

* my God i hope this post still makes sense when i read it again tomorrow

so i dyed my hair blond

so i have this tendency to get really bored with my hair color.  i've kinda slowed down on changing it up lately because i was changing color about three times a year for several years.  there was one point where i dated this guy for a little over two years and he never saw my natural hair color.  and my hair got pretty fried from all that.  but i figure its been about seven months now since i did anything with it, so tonight was as good a time as any.   and while the title is true, that was not the end result.  since my hair is so dark naturally, i have to dye it blond and then use the actual color that i wanted just so it shows up (you see why this destroyed my hair for a while.  that's a shit ton of chemicals right there.  i'm surprised i don't have ammonia toxicity or something).  so i was a blond for about an hour tonight.  and no, i did not have more fun.  and i do not look good as a blond, so no, there are no pictures so don't even ask.  the end result was me becoming a redhead.

and i feel i need to expalin this picture a little bit.  my cat is sitting on my scale in the hallway because my bathroom is so small that i can't shut the door if i leave it in there.  it's a little blurry because i was taking this myself and i haven't really done any indoor pictures lately and didn't know what setting to use.  the purple thing on the  right on the floor is a cat toy.  there is a book on the floor because i didn't realize it fell off the shelf until i took the picture.  and the thing under the fail ninja on the floor would be pants and socks.  hey, i live alone.  what the fuck do i need to wear pants for?

people suck

so we had this guy (and this term is used loosely because he should no be allowed to associate with the rest of the human race) call into our office this morning.  i didn't take the call, but i was standing next to my coworker who did, so i could hear most of what was going on.  apparently last tuesday the cops had show up to raid this beings house, and he had two ounces of cocaine in his possession.   he decided that he did not want to be caught with this and had to get rid of it.  instead of flushing it down the toilet, rinsing it down the sink, tossing it out a window, etc., he decided that the best way to dispose of it would be to feed it to his dog.  so he did.  two fucking ounces of cocaine to this poor dog.  apparently the dog has been throwing up and vomiting and not eating since then.  and this douche bag has "no money now" (i'm guessing since he spent it all on drugs) and wants us to tell him what to do with the dog.  our advise was to bring it to animal service and say he found it.  that way the dog at least had a shot at getting treated and maybe getting a non douche bag owner.  and if the dog was too far gone to save (drugs can cause really severe kidney and liver damage that can be irreversible), at least its' suffering would end quickly.  so yeah, this call, combined with the three positive cases of tetrahydrocannabino toxicity (marijuana)  that we have seen in the last two weeks just reaffirms how much people can suck.  so to all the people who are responsible and take care of their pets, i thank you.  to the bottom dwellers who think it's a good idea to give drugs to dogs, may you burn in hell.

so my ice pack now fits the curvature of my chest

work went much more smoothly than i was anticipating.  i did have to hang on to a giant schnauzer, but luckily he is extremely well behaved and sat perfectly still.  i'm really happy about that because i don't really want to explain to my boss why i can't be holding on to moving animals this week.  hopefully tomorrow goes just as well.  luckily, i wasn't too sore for the larger part of the day, but i have been having to use the ice pack a lot at night.  so much so that it has now melted and reformed to fit in place just right.  i guess that's sort of a good thing because it makes icing them a lot easier.  like right now, i'm able to hold the ice pack with one hand and type this with the other.  now i just need to stop catching them on things.  and with that in mind, i have composed a short list of things you should really try to avoid after getting this kind of piercing.

bowling

air hockey

mixing grain buckets

running/jogging

holding crazy animals

not taking pain killers

not using ice often enough

wearing push up and/or plunge line bras

horseback riding

going outside when it's really cold and/or windy

anything involving bouncing

and while i was smart enough to avoid about half of these things, some of them are on the list due to a personal experience.  learn from my mistakes here.  i'm sure i'm going to make some new ones also while i get used to it.  i'll be sure to update you on those so you can be better prepared if you ever decide to be a little crazy like me.  and yes, i still think it was totally worth it.

so maybe i am a little masochistic

everyone thinks i'm crazy.  they all said it was going to hurt, and couldn't believe that i actually wanted to do it.  to most people, including myself, it all came as a total surprise that last night even happened at all.  i had been toying with the idea for a few months now, going back and forth between a firm conviction to go though with it and a firm conviction to entirely avoid the whole situation.  i always thought it looked awesome, but just couldn't decided if the pain would be worth it.  last night that all changed.

for the past two weeks, i have been stressed out and depressed.  nothing i would do would shake those feelings.  i needed to find something to make me happy, and i needed to do it soon.  at work a tangent of a thought popped into my head while i played with my industrial.  at first i thought it was just a fleeting fantasy, as that happens often when i think about body modifications.  usually i get an idea, think over it for a few moments, and it slips quietly away.  but not this one.  as the day went one, it went from a whisper of a thought to a screaming, yelling idea that i couldn't ignore any longer.  and once something gets that firmly set in my brain, i'm going to make it happen, and usually that same day.  by the time i got off work, i was so elated about the idea that i could not even remember why i ever had any doubts about it before.

after a shower and some unwinding, i picked up a friend from work.  she agreed to go with me for moral support, to take pictures, and because of curiosity: she had never seen a piercing done before.  we drove over to pismo because i had wanted joe to be the one to do it.  upon arrival, michelle informed us that joe had just left for the night.  she offered me a $10 off coupon if i wanted to come back tomorrow.  but i knew i couldn't wait until then or i would loose my nerve.  i asked if the shops in slo still had their piercers there, and she told me to go see ed, he'd be there for another hour.  she would still give me the $10 to make up for the inconvenience, and even called ahead to let them know i was on the way.  so back into the car, and back to slo.  

we get to the shop and ed is waiting for me.  i fill out the release for for the fourth time in the last ten months.  i've really been on a kick with this stuff lately.  he sets up the room while i'm checking off boxes that state no, i am not under the influence of alcohol or drugs, and no, i do not have any bleeding conditions.  and then it's finally time.

he explains the whole process to me and goes over things like placement and angle.  it's not awkward at all to be standing in front of a total stranger topless because he's very professional and very chill about the whole thing.  after the marks are drawn and i'm happy with the placement, i settle myself onto the piercing chair and try not to think about it too much.  he puts a clamp on and tells me to do the breathing exercise.  one: breathe in.  two: hold it.  three: breathe out.  on three i close my eyes and squeeze down on my friend's hand while she takes pictures of the needle going through my left nipple.  he replaces the needle with the barbell and asks me how i'm doing.  so far, so good.  it hurt far less than i was expecting it to.  he asks if i need a break before round two and i say no.  i just want it done with.  repeat steps one, two and three on the right nipple.  and it's over.  i didn't cry, cuss, puke, or even move.  ed says that he wishes ass his clients were as easy to pierce as i was. 

so i am now the proud owner of a pair of pierced nipples.  they look bad ass, and the small amount of pain was entirely worth how ecstatic it made me feel.  early happy birthday to me.

it's not a seal

so i went out to the harbor today to take pictures of the sea lions.  SEA LIONS.  not seals, sea lions.  it was starting to actually get annoying at how many people kept referring to them as seals.  i can understand the out of state tourist not getting it, but when you live in california, and the animal is called the california sea lion, you really should know what it is.  so just to make sure everyone knows the difference, here's a handy little tip.  if it has ears, it's a sea lion.  if it just has an ear hole, it's a seal.  another way to tell the difference (and this one can be harder depending on the body position of the animal) is that sea lions have front flippers, while seals have more of a paw like appendage and have claws.  another handy tip?  there are no fucking seals where i live.  just sea lions.  i'm pretty sure the only seals the live along the california coast are elephant seals, and those are pretty damn obvious what with the big nose and the ugliness.

i'm still here!

so i really have just not been in the right mindset to sit down and come up with new posts this past week.  just a lot of stress and drama and i mentally wan't in a good place for it.  alex felt that this meant he should give a topic to write about.  he wants me to explain why girls will, as he put it, "unnecessarily cock block on their friends."  sadly for alex, this does not make a good blog topic because it can be summed up in three sentences.   here it goes:  we're girls.  we actually care about our friends and don't want them to wake up next to something they might regret.  that's just how we roll.*   ok, now that that has been taken care of, moving on to the actual topic for today: the beach! 

so it's january right now.  to most people, this means parkas, snow, and defrosting and/or digging out your car before leaving in the morning.  for me it mean temperatures in the 70's, tank tops, and sunburns.  i decided i needed some time to unwind, so i went to the beach.  got to play with my new camera, which i fall in love with all over again every time i use it.  i got to practice using the "sports capture" feature today on the surfers.  pretty much it takes as many high speed pictures as it can within fifteen seconds.  usually end up with about thirty plus pictures so you can so through and pick the bests ones.  also works well to capture waves crashing.  i could ramble on forever about my camera, but i'll stop here for now.  back on topic now (sort of).

so i hung out on the pier for a long time.  this is the dreaded pier for melanie, since her cell phone was cast off into davy jone's locker from this pier.  this is also where i got most of my surfer pictures, and there is a lot of sitting around and waiting for those.  damn them for being picky about waves.  but it gave me time to people watch in between.  i saw a lot of pretty cool tattoos today.  one guy even had the dark mark on his inner forearm.  (now that is one dedicated harry potter fan.)  saw a lot of people wearing things that they really shouldn't have been.  speedos and shorty shorts are never a good thing on any guy, not even the ones that are in shape.  also, certain ladies should not wear bikinis.  i include myself in this group for now.  if i know i shouldn't be doing it, why is it so hard for them to figure out?  there also seemed to be a lot of hippies out today for some reason.  at least i was not accosted by a crazy man talking about saving my soul before the world ended.  and yes, that really did happen last time i went.  apparently me and my mom are both in danger of going to hell.

after i decided i had enough surfer pictures, i walked around the town for a little bit.  bought some rings to use in place of the barbell for my industrial, just to change things up every once in a while.  eventually i made my way back to the sand.  lots of dogs were out today.  makes me want a puppy even more.  i pretty sure that if i had a dog i would take it with me to the beach every chance i got.  except my dog will actually listen to me when off lease and not go chasing after every other dog.  i can't wait to get a place with a yard and make that happen. 

so over all, it was a nice day.  the ocean alone always has a calming effect.  taking pictures has an even bigger one.  and walking around for about four hours enjoying both of those things adds up to one very stress free day.  and i get to do it all again monday night when i'm going to go take some sunset shots.  can't wait.

* now to just sit back and wait for him to bitch at me about how that's not a real answer :)