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In other news:
Thank you, Mysterious Stranger. I love you times infinity.
I went swimming again this morning. The workout wasn't as hard today. Heh, this girl and I were working on our routine for a bit because we're not cool enough to do the team routine and the coach was like, "hey, why don't you guys go do some abs?" and I wanted to die, but we did them anyway. I wasn't as sore this time as last time, though. I remembered that it was good to smile, too. Smiling during the routine DOES make you feel better about it. I remember the last year I swam I refused to smile. I was tired of doing it. The coach never really gave me shit about it; I was Al, the loose cannon renegade swimmer who didn't play by the rules and did shit like wear black lipstick when we swam and showed up with blue hair and 8 earrings. Sometimes I would smile, but only really when I felt the music warrented it. Often it was hard to stifle a smile once you got in the water and were giving it all you had. It just felt so good to swim it right.
I lost one of my giant earrings at last practice but couldn't find it on the bottom of the pool. I think it just blended in. I asked the lifeguard to look through the lost and found today but it wasn't there. Either someone didn't think it was anything, or it's still sitting like lead on the bottom of the pool. Oh well. It was time for a change anyway.
I finished a dress I'd been making for a long time last night. I made it from a red t-shirt and a black (duh) NIN t-shirt. I found a dress of mine I liked and made a pattern from it, but I had to adjust it because the shirts weren't quite big enough to fit straps onto. It took me so long to finish because I couldn't decide how I wanted the straps to go. But now it's done and I'm stupidly proud of it. I made it all by myself and it doesn't even suck. It's inspiring me to fix the first dress I made out of a Beastie Boys shirt. It just needs a little more fabric in the hips. It's a little short, though. I'm sure no one is going to complain about that part.
I've had my nipples pierced for a year now and they're still not healed. I think I may have to retire them. I'm sick of trying to take care of them and they still just ooze and hurt me and are gross. Such is life.
I have to go read now.
N'night.
In other news:
Thank you, Mysterious Stranger. I love you times infinity.
I went swimming again this morning. The workout wasn't as hard today. Heh, this girl and I were working on our routine for a bit because we're not cool enough to do the team routine and the coach was like, "hey, why don't you guys go do some abs?" and I wanted to die, but we did them anyway. I wasn't as sore this time as last time, though. I remembered that it was good to smile, too. Smiling during the routine DOES make you feel better about it. I remember the last year I swam I refused to smile. I was tired of doing it. The coach never really gave me shit about it; I was Al, the loose cannon renegade swimmer who didn't play by the rules and did shit like wear black lipstick when we swam and showed up with blue hair and 8 earrings. Sometimes I would smile, but only really when I felt the music warrented it. Often it was hard to stifle a smile once you got in the water and were giving it all you had. It just felt so good to swim it right.
I lost one of my giant earrings at last practice but couldn't find it on the bottom of the pool. I think it just blended in. I asked the lifeguard to look through the lost and found today but it wasn't there. Either someone didn't think it was anything, or it's still sitting like lead on the bottom of the pool. Oh well. It was time for a change anyway.
I finished a dress I'd been making for a long time last night. I made it from a red t-shirt and a black (duh) NIN t-shirt. I found a dress of mine I liked and made a pattern from it, but I had to adjust it because the shirts weren't quite big enough to fit straps onto. It took me so long to finish because I couldn't decide how I wanted the straps to go. But now it's done and I'm stupidly proud of it. I made it all by myself and it doesn't even suck. It's inspiring me to fix the first dress I made out of a Beastie Boys shirt. It just needs a little more fabric in the hips. It's a little short, though. I'm sure no one is going to complain about that part.
I've had my nipples pierced for a year now and they're still not healed. I think I may have to retire them. I'm sick of trying to take care of them and they still just ooze and hurt me and are gross. Such is life.
I have to go read now.
N'night.
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but mine's paperback and no one has licked it.
i guess i could lick it.
but it wouldn't be the same.