Navel Piercing.

It was... an interesting sort of pain. But I guess self-inflicted pain always is, somewhat. A pain you expect, one that you volountarily put yourself through, is different from lets say, an accidental cut or an unexpected oven burn.

No I'm not into S&M (as FirstStalker was commenting). It hurt, it bloody well hurt, the numbing spray or godknowswhat didn't seem to do much. But again, I knew it would hurt, and I still wanted to go through it.

Two stabs. Once to pierce the hole (with a hugeass needle), once to put the bar through. I think there was a fair bit of blood, the piercing lady kept telling me not to look until I was told to. And so I didn't.

Blood does NOT appeal to me.

To be honest, I think it hurt less than when I got my nose pierced, even though that was faster; just a loud bang from that gun-looking thingy they use to pierce ears and noses. But unlike your nose and ears, which don't move (unless you're some weirdo that can flap your ears or likes to wiggle your nose), I am now strangely aware of my navel everytime I move my body.

It's feeling rather tender now.

But I do like my new jewelry.


xx,
BakerGirl

I wish you were...

Pick one.

a) ... here.
b) ... someone else.

Because I certainly don't know how to choose now. You've pushed me to the edge, the damage has been done. I can't promise you everything will be ok this time. It may be too late to come back from this, though I want to so much. I'm trying. Help me.

Because I don't recognise myself anymore. For the last 3 years there's never been another that's been able to draw my attention away from you, no matter what shit you've put me through. You've cheated, you've told me I'm not your number one priority but I've tried to understand. I stayed to support you through that crucial stage in your life. And maybe that's what I was meant to do, set you on the right track and then move on. Through your journey, I think I lost myself. My strength has been erroded away bit by bit. I'm tired, so tired.

I don't think I have the energy to support the both of us anymore, it's up to you for now. Until I can rebuild again.


xx,
BakerGirl

Reasons not to go for classes.

Ah, Autumn.

To be fair, Autumn's long gone.

Spring should be on its way but the weather's being its usual bitchy self. Sunny days seem to be colder than cloudy ones. And we're actually at the stage where we have all four seasons in a day.

Only in the UK.

A friend and I were disscussing weather gods the other day, friend decided that the weather god in charge of the UK must be a woman. The friend who said this, of course, is male.

I shall now blame the weather for my constant state of pms.

But I'm a nice person. Really! =D

And I can always find other excuses besides piles of leaves not to go to class.

xx,
BakerGirl

This is not a fast-food joint.

Yes I work at a bar. Part time. The extra money helps.

CluelessCustomer: I'd like a Coke.

BakerGirl: Pint or 1/2 pint?

CluelessCustomer: Medium Coke.

BakerGirl: We only have pint and 1/2 pints.

CluelessCustomer: Oh. 1/2 pint then.

BakerGirl: *Trying to smile but probably grimacing* Any ice and lemon with that?

Ok, so maybe it's just a student union bar. But it's still a bar not a movie theatre concession stand. Not a McDs. Sheesh.

It's a bar, dammint. And I think it's a nice one too, for student standards.

xx,
BakerGirl

In training.

For a charity run in 2 weeks.

So cannot make it.

Went running with CrazyFitFriend who gradually left me behind in the dust while I feebly trailed along. There's a good reason why she's doing the 3 mile run while I'm only doing One Measly Mile.

I'm not buildt to run in the Great Outdoors with all of nature's elements in my face. The chilly breeze, the insects, the dust.

Give me a treadmill in an enviroment controlled gym with MTV blaring on the TV anytime.

Oh and some buff gym bunnies (of the male variety) to admire while I'm running wouldn't hurt.

Ass cramped. Now excuse me while I sit in a heap and pant.

xx,
BakerGirl

Aid your Presi!

Current ongoing SMS conversation with MinorRoyal:

MinorRoyal:I'm at Imperial. I am bored. Help me. Help me.
BakerGirl: You're in London. While I'm stuck at home. Hiding away from the evil winds that treathen to blow me away. Go party. Mingle. Something.
MinorRoyal: Don't know how to mingle. I'm scared. Save me. Brave the winds. Aid your Presi (which is apparently how he abbreviates president. Sheesh)
BakerGirl: Go away. Count hats or something.
MinorRoyal: There is one hat here. I'm done. I demand that you amuse me!
BakerGirl: Count ties. You'll have to walk around and mingle while you do that. Sort them by colour or something.

MinorRoyal: The first guy I went up got up a bit funny when I tried to feel up his tie. Didn't like me stroking it.
BakerGirl: I said COUNT. Not CARESS.
MinorRoyal: Oh. My mistake.
BakerGirl: ... Go away.

I am not a source of entertainment.

xx,
BakerGirl

It still blows.

The wind, that is.

Found this left on my messenger this morning.

MinorRoyal: Darling, if you're walking around campus this morning and happen to see any notebook pages with my writing flying about, pick them up and keep them for me.

Apparently a whole stack of papers blew away from him.

Fat chance that I'll come across any. The only place I'll be going to till the wind dies down is back to bed. So unless the pages decide to fly in through my window, they're left to journey the big bad world out there.

Crazy strong wind.

Maybe if I turn my heater up to high, lie down, and close my eyes, I can imagine I'm at a beach somewhere far away with the breeze blowing and waves crashing. It certainly sounds like it.

Either that, or a typhoon is headed this way.

xx,

BakerGirl

Bridge Addicts.

I think I might be in danger of becoming one. Might.

Too lethargic to be bothered right now, have left the rest downstairs to continue playing.

The tiramisu did perk me up for a while. But not enough to be socialble for hours on end.

Damned British weather, the wind is howling outside my window. Not a night to be out. I'd probably blow away.

What I need, is a hot mug of green tea and my reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

A warm body would be good too. But what are the chances. The one I want is thousands of miles away. A closer appoximant of 6557 miles or 10552 kilometres, according to WikiAnswers.

So it's just me, Patrick dog, hot tea and my reruns for now.

Goodnight. Sweet dreams.

xx,

BakerGirl