Hello, Spontaneity (The Result Of A Mind On Overdrive)

I mentioned on Christmas Eve that there might be an entirely new assortment of songs spinning in my head and skipping beats in my heart, and that statement unsurprisingly rings true. For some reason, I had the wildest urge to listen to Velvet Revolver yesterday morning…And then more songs manifested themselves into the conscious part of my brain.

The beautiful noises that spin and skip are as follows (you know the drill)…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I would apologize for all the Velvet Revolver, as well as the other random artists, but I’m not because, quite frankly, I don’t have to. What can I say? I’ve been in love with Scott Weiland’s voice since I was twelve years old, and as for the latter, I’ve learned to get out of my comfort zone as far as music is concerned, and broaden my horizons. The result: What you see above, an open-minded approach towards music…

 

 

…Okay, so I added one addition to the already grand list. Only because the song popped into my head, causing my fingers to effortlessly glide across the keyboard, not because of the irony of putting Atreyu and Avenged Sevenfold in the same post…If you haven’t the slightest idea of what I’m talking about, acquire yourself a May 2006 issue of Revolver, and read the Atreyu article…Regardless of anything, I’ve loved both bands since I was fourteen and if it hasn’t changed in the past seven years, I don’t see it changing anytime soon.

A little open-mindedness and spontaneity can go a long way.

A Glimpse Into The Mind, Pt. 2 (Never Gonna Stop)

It happened again….Random songs are bouncing around inside my brain.

I have to admit, while some of them are the ones I posted a couple of days ago, there are new additions thrown into the mix. Special thanks to my taste in music for discovering such diversity and freedom, and to YouTube for having the arsenal of videos right within my reach.

The songs that are swirling around in my head on this here Christmas Eve are as follows (yet again)…

 

 

 

 

 

 

I do hope you enjoy what the inside of my brain has to offer so far this week. I have a feeling there will be a whole new array of songs spinning in my head and skipping beats in my heart sometime soon…And if it doesn’t happen soon, then that means there are no songs buzzing in my skull and/or I’m enjoying the festivities of the season…Cheesecake and hot apple cider, you shall be mine.

Another glimpse into my pretty little mind, I don’t think it will ever stop racing.

 

A Glimpse Into The Mind (That Never Stops)

Usually, there are a million things running through my mind head at any given moment. From possible blog topic ideas and potential poetry, to plans for the day/week and whatever songs from a band that is currently on shuffle, you never know what you’re going to get.

Oddly enough, this week has been, well, an odd one…

Random songs have been running through my head. From when I’m brushing my teeth, to when I’m listening to a completely different song, random music indeed finds its way to make itself known.

The songs that have been swirling through my head this week are as follows…

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the newest addition to the beautiful noises buzzing around in my head. Mainly because it was a link on the Eighteen Visions vid…Plus, it’s Avenged Sevenfold. You can never go wrong with A7X.

 

 

There are two new songs that are running through my head…I amend and blame YouTube, respectively. Amend for having a multitude of videos, blame because too many early mornings can be wasted watching music videos, instead of being ‘wasted’ writing.

 

 

 

I would say that you now have an idea of what goes on inside my pretty little brain, but that would be redundant. On this blog, I share all of my musings, thoughts, obsessions, etc., so you already have said idea, but I think it’s a better idea actually…You now have a better idea of what races through my mind, not to mention how my taste in music has evolved over the last ten years. What once was Avril Lavigne and Good Charlotte, is now Neon Trees and Black Veil Brides.

It’s truly incredible how quick time passes sometimes.

A glimpse into the mind can bring back the kind of nostalgia you thought was dead and buried.

My Classic French Vanilla Sunday Morning 

A mug of piping hot French Vanilla + my black Classic on shuffle = An interesting Sunday morning wake-up call.

“Whiskey In The Morning” – Buckcherry

“Desecrate Through Reverance” – Avenged Sevenfold

“Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back” – My Chemical Romance

“Black Anathema” – Calabrese

“Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough For The Two Of Us” – My Chemical Romance

“I Have To Go Return Some Videotapes” – Breathe Carolina

“Tyranny Of Normality” – Papa Roach

“Halloween In Heaven” – Type O Negative

“Self Pity” – AFI

“Gimme A D” – Parkway Drive

“Another Day, Another Way” – Volbeat

“Mad World” – Gary Jules

“Heaven” – A Skylit Drive

“They Call Us Death” – Calabrese

“Graverobber” – The Damned Things

How clever.

The Objects Of My Distraction 

Over the past two months or so, I haven’t really written anything…I’ll be honest…I’ve been ‘neglecting’ my love of writing by not really writing much at all. I used to think that inspiration would just hit and I could write something that came to mind just like that, but that’s the problem…Inspiration doesn’t always strike at the right time, and right now is no exception. Yeah, I’m writing but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m inspired by some force other than myself…No, I’m just determined and motivated to make a change for the better.

I’ll be honest, I miss writing on this little blog of mine. I really do. You’re probably asking why I haven’t been writing and I have the answer…I found myself too busy with work/life/everything in between and unusually unmotivated to write at all…It’s honestly pretty terrifying, going from writing almost all the time, to finding yourself hardly writing at all. I find it kind of upsetting that I put something I adore on the back-burner as such, but I suppose that things you love have to become accustomed to the backseat sometimes.

Now that we’ve established that I’ve neglecting my passion of writing and what not (only to resurrect it back from the flames of its undying glory), let me just say that I’ve kept it in the dark for a good reason…A little thing called Life decided to struck like lightning and insisted on staying longer than expected. Through all the so-called torrents of rain and chaos that come with Life, there are always silver linings and rays of perpetual sunshine. Yes, I know what you’re thinking…Did she really just type that? Truth is, yes I did. It just came to mind and formed into words on this entry you’re reading, but yes it’s the honest-to-something truth.

These past three months sure have been an adventure to say the least. It’s safe to say that I now know what getting seven staples in the back of my head feels like, both put in and taken out…I know that just by that statement right there, the question of ‘What the hell?’ comes to mind, correct? Well, let me make a long, very fuzzy story short…And believe me, it was fuzzy because I don’t really remember it happening. Without sugar-coating any of this story, I fainted at work (how? the world may never know…), thus hitting the back of my head on the cold concrete that makes up the foundation of our lovely stockroom. Needless to say, I was rushed to the emergency room, not far from where I work, and my work day (and week for that matter) was cut short. But the tale will not be complete without adding all the parts that were not so fuzzy, right? Thankfully, I do remember everything after I fell, just not really the actual falling part. Go figure.

The worse part of the whole ordeal was the neck brace and endless waiting at the hospital. Yes, its standard procedure when dealing with head/possible neck injuries that the patient is fitted with a neck brace, which are very uncomfortable I might add. You did hear right…The worst part was the awkward neck brace and all the waiting around, somewhat, if not totally unsure…Not the actual process of finding out that you indeed need staples and that someone is actually going to be stapling the gash in your head closed with said staples. The ambulance ride to the hospital from the store where I work seemed to be somewhat of a blur. I remember being asked multiple times what happened by the EMS gentlemen before and after I entered the ambulance and honestly, I was starting to get frustrated and kind of pissed off…Yes, I indeed know my name, date of birth and all of that. Yes, I know where I work, that I indeed did faint, and that I am bleeding from a gash in my head. All of this I’m fully aware of, just not the full extent of the situation. The very reason why I’m going to the hospital. I can’t say that I blame them though, asking me those questions was just the standard, everyday protocol and I wasn’t really objecting to any of it…Mainly because I couldn’t, thanks to the neck brace and I just wanted to not move at all.

After a series of x-rays and such, I was informed that my head/neck/spine and any other parts of my body that would’ve been affected by the fall were totally fine, and that I could go home once the gash in my head was taken care of. Thanks to the advances in modern medicine, (and the fact that my loving mother and boyfriend were there, making me laugh and being the best distractions…) the only thing I felt was a little bit of pressure from the staples as they were going in. Yes, my mom and boyfriend were both there, keeping me company and listening to me complain about how much the neck brace sucked something awful. 10, maybe 15 minutes give or take some minutes later, I was on my merry little way. In pain nonetheless, with seven staples in my head and careful instructions on how to care for them and that I should be back in about 7 to 10 days to have them removed, but all in all, peachy keen…Peachy keen with a bloodstain on the neck of my pink and black flannel, a promise of whatever I wanted to eat and absolutely no explanation for why I fainted. Yes, you heard right. No explanation. Apparently, my blood work showed no levels of anything out of the ordinary and as far as everyone could see, I was perfectly ‘healthy’. Sitting here now writing this, I still have absolutely no idea what exactly made me faint that Tuesday in November, but it is safe to say that I’m one step closer to getting my health in check and under control, via the reason why ‘healthy’ was written as such.

Let’s face it: I’m not a shining beacon of perfect health. No one is. We all have our fair share of things that are wrong with us and I’m no exception…Now, enough of my droning on and back to what I was saying before…I’m one step closer to getting my health under control because, honestly, if it’s not one thing, it is indeed another. First let me just make a long story very, very short and cut to the chase. I have had asthma for as long as I can remember and I spent the majority of last year being told that I have/don’t have something called Crohn’s Disease, only to find out in November that I indeed do have the illness…

Please, before you continue reading this, don’t feel sorry for me. Please. I honestly hate when people feel sorry for me just because I have health issues. Everyone has health issues. I’m actually beginning to wish that everyone in this world could just be 100% sickness/illness/disease-free, that’s how sick I am of everyone having something wrong with them. People I know that could be used as poster children for perfect health suddenly have some kind of random health issue that you honestly never thought they would have. It’s just scary. The whole world just needs to be healthy already…Yes, I know I’m going on and on and what I’m asking for will probably never happen in this lifetime, but what the hell? It honestly doesn’t hurt to hope every once in a while.

…As I was saying before I went on about my feelings toward health, I have Crohn’s Disease. It’s honestly kind of weird because this around this time last year, I was dealing with it…I just had no idea what it was called and I seriously had my doubts that I even had the said illness. Once again, making a long story short, I had surgery on my stomach last year (one of the main reasons there were practically no entries for the months of May and April) and after that, I thought that I was pretty much cured of any and all stomach issues that had been plaguing me for some time, but of course that wasn’t the case. One minute, I was being told I had Crohn’s Disease and the next, I was being told I didn’t. As it turns out, every doctor looks at things differently because, well, no two doctors are the same. Sure, they practice the same thing, but let’s face it: They all have their own way of looking at things and giving their honest, educated opinions. Why was this such a big deal? My surgeon was completely convinced that I didn’t have the disease because everything came back negative after the surgery, and I honestly agreed with him. I wasn’t really going to second-guess someone who just spent roughly 5 or 6 hours cutting and sewing my stomach back into its correct state of being. My gastroenterologist was still convinced that I had the disease…And sure enough, some odd months later and almost a year after my surgery, I find out that I, do indeed, have Crohn’s Disease…Apparently, I had the intestine-inflaming illness the entire time, the fact that I needed surgery just masked the fact that I had it. Go figure. If it isn’t one thing, it surely is another.

Steering away from all the negativity, it’s safe to say that trying to keep my health in check hasn’t yet stopped me from putting my other passion on the back-burner. Music. Yes, if you’ve had the chance to read one of my many random music posts, you’d know how much I love music and love to write about it. Call it nerdy or whatever you want, but once again, I don’t care. Music and writing are my passions and that is that. These past three months, I’ve found that I’ve definitely broadened my horizons on the music front. I’m always trying to listen to something new whenever I can and now is no exception. There are a lot of bands that I’ve fallen in love with and some that I’m re-discovering, but there are two that I’ve found myself listening to a whole lot lately: The Damned Things and Florence + The Machine. I would go on and on about both musicians and other musicians that I’ve just recently fallen in love with or have been involved with for some time now, but I feel like I need a bigger space to express such findings…Which I fully intend to sooner or later. 🙂

There are more than likely a lot of other things that have been going on in Noelle’s little world of chaos and excitement…I just can’t for the life of me think of anything else that could be of any real importance right now or appropriately fit in with everything I’ve said so far. Granted, I’ve written things of no significance before and probably pieced different topics together hundreds of times, but still. I’m trying to make a change for the better this year, no matter how cheesy it sounds. As I’ve said before, I love writing and I honestly don’t want to see it become charred on the back-burner again. It just wouldn’t be cool, not one bit. Fear not, possible followers of this blog, there will most definitely be more to read. Without a doubt, there will be more to substance on this little piece of sanity I call my blog.

These are the objects of my distraction…Plently more where those came from, and finding more and more everyday.

Aside From The Bleeding & Bruises…

Yesterday was a day that most highly superstitious (and sometimes more than likely neurotic) people, would steer clear of, watching every step they made that day out of some cautioned fear of bad luck falling upon them…The day I’m talking about here is the dreaded Friday the 13th. Strangely, bad luck didn’t have its constant, gray rain cloud over me. Just everyone else…

First just let me say that I just might have to write a totally separate post in order to get in the entire night of experiences and annoyances. Yes, there were quite a lot of annoyances. I mean, I tried not to let it get to me per say, but it’s kind of hard to ignore something when it’s just around every corner of your local concert venue.

…Instead of going on and on, droning about my night of observations and slightly frustrations with this generation we’re currently living in, I will start on a good note. I’m more happy about the events of the night, especially all the bands I got the chance to see and the two amazing chaps that accompanied me, my boyfriend Timmy and his friend Ben.

Almost immediately after entering the venue, all three of us were pretty much drenched in sweat, thanks to all people already packed into the tight space and the obvious lack of air conditioning. Honestly, it was quite annoying waiting around for bands to play because even though there was a piece of paper that said what bands would be on at what time, none of it was right because we didn’t get into the doors until after 4. The concert was supposed to start at 3. Blame the insanely long line wrapping around a fence outside one of the two entrances of the bar. After some time of just standing around, sweating profusely, or walking around (also sweating profusely), we came across a band that had some promise. The band was called Last Chance To Reason and they were from Augusta, Maine, as mentioned by the lead singer a few times. Speaking of the lead singer…At first glance, I totally knew that he reminded me of some lead from another band, I just had no idea who. I looked at him a bit closer, and realized that he strangely resembled Atreyu’s lead Alex Varkatzas. Now, I’ve never seen Atreyu live before (and no, online really doesn’t count!) but I wouldn’t say that his stage presence is anything like Alex’s. LCTR’s lead is more like cross between Suicide Silence’s Mitch Lucker (on the stage presence front), and Whitechapel’s Phil Bozeman (on the vocal end). Yes, it’s that extreme. After finishing up 4 or maybe 5 epic songs, he mentioned that they would be upstairs in the merch room, across from the air conditioned (yes, air-conditioned!) Rockstar Cleveland room.

The three of us ventured upstairs to check out the band merchandise and to get some much-needed water and A/C. To my astonishment and possible amazement (I don’t care if it’s a word or not!)…The merch room wasn’t the sign of relief we were looking for as far as air-conditioned was concerned. I mean, it’s great that band’s sit there and sell their own merch and what not, but sitting in the heat when you could just go across the way to an air-conditioned room…I have a new appreciation for musicians now. But as I was saying before I went on about the A/C, to my astonishment and possible amazement…Standing, well sitting (if you want to be technical and correct), behind the table of Kittie merch was none other than lead singer of the all-female, Canadian metal band, Morgan Lander. I had, as my boyfriend penned it, a ‘mini aneurysm’ upon meeting and having her sign a shirt I’d purchased. Yes, I purchased a Kittie shirt and Morgan politely signed it for me in the permanent silver Sharpie marker, provided by Ben. She then proceeded to sign the back of Timmy’s Lamb Of God shirt and Ben got a new signature to his cast.  By that time, I was totally and completely all smiles. After all the hysteria had died down a bit, we walked across the room to Last Chance To Reason’s merch table. Manning the post, was the lead singer who, strangely, wasn’t anything like what he was on stage. No lie, he was the nicest guy in the world. Very humble, really talked to us. I mean, really talked. He told us things about their new album and that they would be having a video game come out for XBox 360 soon. Needless to say, Timmy and Ben were kind of speechless when he said that, but it was the coolest thing. Just seeing someone on stage, having that kind of presence and then meet them off stage, and they’re the nicest person in the world.

Feeling oh, so accomplished, we finally decided to make our way across to the air-conditioned Rockstar Cleveland room. Immediately, you could feel the coolness rising up against the heat outside, but for some reason, it took a while for it to hit me. I still felt the same as I did when I walked in. Outrageously hot and tired. Some ice water and physical pieces of ice later, I was feeling better. After sitting in the A/C for a while, we thought we would venture downstairs again to see what bands were playing. We walked right in the middle/almost end of Motionless In White’s set. I’d just started listening to them early this Spring and was happy I got to see them, let alone hear them. Out of nowhere, Timmy and Ben decide to go up and try to crowd surf to (which they succeeded with flying colors). We then proceeded to walk around from the two main parts of the club, making our way back to the main stage to see the acts Impending Doom and a couple seconds of Stick To Your Guns.

Amongst all the chaos, we noticed the drummer of Kittie sitting alone at the bar. The three of us walked up to her, practically convulsing, talked for a while and then got her autograph. It was the coolest thing, just seeing her sit there, with almost, like, no one by her or seeming to notice who she was. Then again, I’m not sure a lot of people knew who Kittie were because when they hit the stage a little while after, everyone, except for a selected few, seemed utterly shocked and surprised by the way they sounded. It was almost like, how could you not know what they sound like? They’re a pretty well-known band. I mean, I myself have been listening to them since my freshmen year. But enough about how almost no one knew Kittie and back to how they sounded…They sounded pretty damn good. I only wished I would’ve paid more attention to the stage presence and not the insane circle mosh pit/hardcore dancing spree that was going on not too far away from me. Yes, there was circle moshing and hardcore dancing, and it was hard not to ignore it. Needless to say, Timmy and Ben went in when there was moshing, not hardcore dancing, and paid for it afterwards. Cutting to the chase, Ben sort of got lost somewhere in the chaos and confusion and ended up with a very, very bloody nose. Timmy ended up walking out of the moshing after the set ended and got punched in the right side of his mouth by some random mosh patron. Me, I just ended up getting pushed a couple times because Ben was getting pushed and was in front of me. That, my possible followers, is called cause and effect. It sucks most of the time.

With all the injuries accounted for, we headed back upstairs to the A/C and ice water. By that time, I was so tired that I really didn’t want to stand anymore and felt horrible that I probably wasn’t radiating the best mood. It seemed like we waited forever. Instead of going downstairs and trudging through the unbearable heat to see Evergreen Terrace, we opted to stay upstairs and listen. We walked from the bar to couches to this little semi-closed off booth until we finally got comfortable. After Evergreen Terrace finished their set (which they were really, really good, by the way), we were almost tempted to go back downstairs and watch Born Of Osiris…I’m happy we didn’t. Born Of Osiris, while they are a good band, it seemed like they took wayyy too long. It honestly didn’t seem like Evergreen took that long. Maybe they did. I honestly wasn’t keeping  track of how long each band was. It was the last two songs or so in their set and we decided to watch from the walk-out balcony that. When I said I’m happy we didn’t go downstairs, I truly meant it. The crowd was insane! There was practically no space between people. They were all bunched up together. It was pretty crazy.

A little while after they finished their set, we finally went back downstairs and went straight to the bar so we wouldn’t get pummeled by all the people that crowded around, waiting for Asking Alexandria. Even though I hadn’t been listening to Alexandria very long (just a couple weeks ago, maybe longer, I heard them while driving in Timmy’s car), I kind of had the expectation that they would be good live. First off, never expect anything. If you like a band, and you go to see them live, expect the unexpected. With all of this said, you can either infer that Asking Alexandria were either amazing or horrible. Honestly, (and I have never said this about a band that I thought would be good before because usually I ended up being blown away) they weren’t as good as I thought they would be. Any and all AA fans can strike me down where I stand now because I don’t care. I’m not saying they were a bad band live, I just thought they would be better than what they were. If I had to choose between the live Asking Alexandria and the CD Asking Alexandria, I would choose the CD Asking Alexandria without hesitation.

Even though we only stayed for a couple AA songs and the boys both got hurt in some shape or form, it was still a fun and eventful night. I still can’t believe that I got my shirt signed by not one, but two members of Kittie, sisters Morgan and Mercedes. That enough made my night. Even if I didn’t see any bands, I think that would definitely would’ve made my night. I’m glad I got to partake in such an awesome concert on a usually rumored ‘not-so-awesome day’. I hope there are more shows like that to come.

There’s something new and exciting waiting…You just need to know where to look.

Among Many Firsts 

Being an avid reader, I would’ve thought that it was somewhere I’d gone frequently, but it turns out that that was not the case. Immediately walking through the doors, I felt some strange and interesting sense, of well, belonging. The place I’m talking about, ladies and gentlemen, is Borders.

Okay, so I know that walking into Borders might not be such a big deal to most people, but seeing as I don’t exactly view myself as most people (call it whatever you want to) and the fact that I’d never been in that particular store before, it’s a big deal to me. It was just the coolest thing to me…Seeing so many books and magazines, along with a Seattle’s Best coffee shop built right in, it was just amazing to me… My own little piece of vanilla coated and caramel drenched heaven. I probably sound like a total book nerd and/or caffeine addict, but with every fiber of my being, I don’t care. The Borders bookstore across the street from the mall that my boyfriend and I had exited yesterday amazed me and that is that.

But back to what really matters. It is indeed safe to say that this entire week was a great deal of firsts. For starters, not only did I enter a gigantic Borders for the first time, and proceed to try Seattle’s Best, I read Metal Hammer magazine for the first time. Ever. I’m usually enthralled whenever I get my monthly issue of Revolver, but this was totally different. Upon walking in, we found ourselves drawn to the magazine section. We went from the Culture & Politics to the ever-important and far more interesting Music section. The first thing that caught my eye was a magazine with Muse lead Matthew Bellamy on the cover. I honestly don’t know why. My eyes quickly scanned over a little further until I saw this month’s issue of Alternative Press, fully equipped with Bring Me The Horizon’s Oli Sykes and Alkaline Trio’s Matt Skiba gracing the Warped Tour edition cover. I hadn’t read AP in years and thought I’d give it a quick read. I scanned through and noticed that there were some good bands on Warped Tour this year (despite the fact it already came to my city!).

Finding myself slightly bored with it, I put it back and discovered that my boyfriend and I had both discovered the July issue of Metal Hammer at the same time, or at least a few seconds after. Gracing the cover with their presence was Avenged Sevenfold. We both immediately noticed what was missing from the equation and equally found that it just didn’t look right. Where usually five black-clad men would stand now only four stood against the artful graffiti on the wall shot behind them. It was the first magazine cover we both had seen without the late, beloved drummer, Jimmy “The Rev” Sullivan. Cleverly enough, to our surprise, the graffiti on the wall shot behind the band was that of The Rev himself…With deathbat wings.

After saying that ‘it just doesn’t look the same’ and ‘we should totally read the article’, we decided to stop at the Seattle’s Best coffee conveniently attached to the bookstore and well, read the article. We both ordered cold coffees, one vanilla and the other caramel, and sat down at one of the many tables. We then proceeded to take turns reading, while enjoying the cool, sweet goodness of our coffee drinks. Just looking upon the Metal Hammer cover apparently wasn’t enough to see how much the band changed, I had to literally read to learn that. Sure enough when I took the magazine from where it was set on the table, I found that there was quite a lot that was different. I wouldn’t exactly go to that extreme and say that a lot of things were different, but it was all too clear that they’re growing up as individuals as oppose to just growing up as a band. My boyfriend and I both noticed little details that would’ve being so-called personal trademarks to each member have changed some way or another, giving way to a whole new array of trademarks. Sure, I think it’s safe to say that those insignificant brandings on each one of them will be missed somehow, but it is safe to say that it shows that they have the ability to change (as they’ve always had) and they still know how to embrace right now…Basically, the article psyched me up for their much anticipated fifth album, set to come out in the less than two weeks…More on that a little later.

Needless to say, drinking Seattle’s Best coffee and reading Metal Hammer were some firsts for me, but there are definitely more where those came from. For the first time in a very long while, I found two things from Hot Topic that were actually worth buying. Yes, you heard right… I found two things that were actually worth spending money on…There was a time when I would frequently buy something in Hot Topic, almost every time I went. I would walk in, and as if automatically find something I liked and bought it. The same cannot be said now. Don’t get me wrong, I still like the store, I just don’t find anything that I really like and, for that matter, would feel comfortable spending money on. Among all the new-age band tees and never-ending array of Twilight gear, I saw them: A black and white baseball style shirt with lime green, neon pink, and gray photo strips of a ribcage and a black Boondocks Saints tee, with “Veritas, Aequitas” in red down the sides. It made me smile all huge and goofy knowing that for once I’d actually found two shirts that I actually liked and didn’t feel like it would be a complete waste buying them.

Aside from my tee shirt purchases, I also thought I would try a different color for my lip rings. Yes, my lip is pierced. Twice to be correct and exact. Snakebites. I’ve had them for two months, but never really felt like mentioning them until now. It was definitely a first, walking into a tattoo shop that I’d never been in before, fully determined to get metal stakes driven through my lip one after the other. Okay, not really, but still. I’d been wanting to get my lip pierced for two years and after I got my braces off (which was last September!), I felt like it was time.

My dad and Timmy (yes, my boyfriend indeed has a name) accompanied me for the piercing-of-the-lip, which I thought was pretty cool and kind of strange at the same time…Anyway, as I looked around at the vibrant tattoo designs that graced the walls, I felt comfortable and not at all worried or scared about what was about to happen. I was taken back by one of the piercers, I honestly didn’t catch his name, and was told to sit down on a bench. We made some small talk as he put plastic gloves on and started to get all the needed equipment, then he told me to just relax, which surprisingly, I already kind of was. Two metal stakes driven through both sides of my lip and two 16g lip rings later, I was sitting on the couch in the waiting section of the tattoo shop, reading the assorted magazines and looking at tattoo designs with Timmy. I’ll admit that after I got them, I did regret it a little bit (mainly the constant need to be cleaned and the fact that there could be absolutely no kissing involved…thankfully prom was the weekend before!), but after a while, I didn’t mind. Especially, when I came into school that following Monday. I was honestly surprised at how many people said they liked it or that it looked good on me. Which, I would say that it indeed does. It’s a piercing that I can actually pull off. I’m happy to say that two months have passed since my snakebites and they healed up pretty nicely and kissing can no longer be scratched out of the equation. My lip rings are now an 18g, icy blue, as oppose to the silver 16g I was fitted with how long ago. I have to say that I favor the blue over silver, and the smaller size doesn’t hurt either. I’m honestly really glad I got snakebites.

These are my firsts so far. Granted, there are indeed probably a lot more, but I can’t think of them right now, or they just haven’t happened yet. Either way, being surrounded by a good amount of firsts is pretty good. I’m more than certain that there will be a whole assortment of adventures in store for me this summer. I just need to know where to look.

Never be afraid to try something new, you just might surprise yourself.