Sunday, August 29
I have returned from the festival in a field, aka Glasgowbury. Except it wasn't in Glasgow. It was on the playing fields of a village called Draperstown about an hour from Belfast. It seemed that there was about twice as many people there in bands than there was staff. And about twice as many staff as there was people who'd actually paid to get in. All in all, there was about a hundred people there, and through talking to them, it seems that the majority come from Draperstown or very close by. Rory, Paddy, Ruthie (the people we went with) and I were discussing how more advertising could have helped them and so on. But the fact it was so small was half the attraction, especially to me as I don't like crowds.
When we arrived we were some of the first there. They handed us a map of the site. Somewhat optimistic we thought, as you could see the whole of the site from any point on it. We didn't get any details of who was playing though, and none were posted around, so it was a case of having to guess or try to pay attention to between-song ramblings.
The first band on were called Nice'n'Sleazy. People in the audience were taking guesses at their drummer's age. Some thought 13, some 14. Rory said he couldn't possibly be that young, as whose mother would let them out of the house at 13 wearing leather trousers? According to the website though, he's 12. The music was metal, and alright for metal I suppose, but I don't like metal. After they'd played we found a bright pink BBC frisbee and played with it a while. We were crap.
After another couple of bands we decided to take advantage of the facilities on the site and try out the portaloos: 4 for men, 4 for female, and with signs letting you know which was which. They even had toilet paper! There was also a chip van (yes, one) which sold chips and other fried products. Their chips were quite nice.
We listened to a band from the tent, decided they sounded quite good and went across to go see them, only for them to finish their set about a minute after we got there. Ruthie and I wanted to know who they were so we went up to the front and beckoned to them. We finally got their drummer to come over, who looked about 18 and seemed chuffed at having someone want to talk to him. The band were the Humbleweeds and Ruthie and I decided we were going to try and stalk the drummer for the rest of the day, for amusement.
We saw many bands in the end. I think I saw more yesterday than I've seen in the past two years. Ann Scott had a wonderful voice and Ruthie bought a CD saying she wanted to wake up to the voice in the mornings. Inuendo (sic) were ace, as were the Evangelists, and Alphastates were mind-blowingly fantastic.
After all that I was pretty tired and wanted to lay down so I went back to the tent. The others came along too, but they were planning on going back shortly. It ended up that we just sat around talking, then it started raining so we all piled into one tent and started a mass eight-armed hug pile. It was good. Of course hands wandered little, flesh was stroked, and it didn't matter whose flesh it was, all was fine. Ruthie was quite drunk and tired so she didn't object, or reciprocate, to my caresses, but she started moaning a bit as I fondled her nipples. They were big and hard and I wanted to lick them. She wouldn't kiss me though, insisting she'd taste of garlic due to some crisps she'd eaten earlier. She seemed to have forgotten I'd eaten some of them too. In the end I persuaded both her and Paddy into giving me a good night kiss, my first female kiss since I was 15.
I couldn't sleep much. It was cold and the ground was hard and my sleeping bag was only thin. When we were all finally awake I was very grateful to be able to go home. The lovely sleep I had earlier was definitely needed, though my limbs still ache. You'd think we'd been there a week, not just one day. My cheek piercing is swollen too. I'm not sure if I hit it somehow, or if something has got into the hole, but it's not a good sign.
Tomorrow I have a hairdressers appointment to get my hair bleached, so that I can dye it PURPLE instead of just purple. I have two more days before I go home, and then a week before I start college. I think the routine will be good for me. I'm looking forward to it, even though I will have to give up my sleep ins. 17:12
When we arrived we were some of the first there. They handed us a map of the site. Somewhat optimistic we thought, as you could see the whole of the site from any point on it. We didn't get any details of who was playing though, and none were posted around, so it was a case of having to guess or try to pay attention to between-song ramblings.
The first band on were called Nice'n'Sleazy. People in the audience were taking guesses at their drummer's age. Some thought 13, some 14. Rory said he couldn't possibly be that young, as whose mother would let them out of the house at 13 wearing leather trousers? According to the website though, he's 12. The music was metal, and alright for metal I suppose, but I don't like metal. After they'd played we found a bright pink BBC frisbee and played with it a while. We were crap.
After another couple of bands we decided to take advantage of the facilities on the site and try out the portaloos: 4 for men, 4 for female, and with signs letting you know which was which. They even had toilet paper! There was also a chip van (yes, one) which sold chips and other fried products. Their chips were quite nice.
We listened to a band from the tent, decided they sounded quite good and went across to go see them, only for them to finish their set about a minute after we got there. Ruthie and I wanted to know who they were so we went up to the front and beckoned to them. We finally got their drummer to come over, who looked about 18 and seemed chuffed at having someone want to talk to him. The band were the Humbleweeds and Ruthie and I decided we were going to try and stalk the drummer for the rest of the day, for amusement.
We saw many bands in the end. I think I saw more yesterday than I've seen in the past two years. Ann Scott had a wonderful voice and Ruthie bought a CD saying she wanted to wake up to the voice in the mornings. Inuendo (sic) were ace, as were the Evangelists, and Alphastates were mind-blowingly fantastic.
After all that I was pretty tired and wanted to lay down so I went back to the tent. The others came along too, but they were planning on going back shortly. It ended up that we just sat around talking, then it started raining so we all piled into one tent and started a mass eight-armed hug pile. It was good. Of course hands wandered little, flesh was stroked, and it didn't matter whose flesh it was, all was fine. Ruthie was quite drunk and tired so she didn't object, or reciprocate, to my caresses, but she started moaning a bit as I fondled her nipples. They were big and hard and I wanted to lick them. She wouldn't kiss me though, insisting she'd taste of garlic due to some crisps she'd eaten earlier. She seemed to have forgotten I'd eaten some of them too. In the end I persuaded both her and Paddy into giving me a good night kiss, my first female kiss since I was 15.
I couldn't sleep much. It was cold and the ground was hard and my sleeping bag was only thin. When we were all finally awake I was very grateful to be able to go home. The lovely sleep I had earlier was definitely needed, though my limbs still ache. You'd think we'd been there a week, not just one day. My cheek piercing is swollen too. I'm not sure if I hit it somehow, or if something has got into the hole, but it's not a good sign.
Tomorrow I have a hairdressers appointment to get my hair bleached, so that I can dye it PURPLE instead of just purple. I have two more days before I go home, and then a week before I start college. I think the routine will be good for me. I'm looking forward to it, even though I will have to give up my sleep ins. 17:12
Thursday, August 26
Rory and I have been watching more films. We tried to go to the art gallery but it's closed until September as it's participating in the International Textiles Championships or some such. We bought more bagels from M&S and on Saturday we're going to a festival in a field, about 4 hours away.
Rory is now burning his Olbas oil. It smells. Very, very badly. He still hasn't explained what the song which isn't Away In A Manger is, but he's trying to illustrate why the field isn't 4 hours away, the bus just takes a while.
We bumped into a friend of his when walking home. He was nice. Heh heh. 23:16
Rory is now burning his Olbas oil. It smells. Very, very badly. He still hasn't explained what the song which isn't Away In A Manger is, but he's trying to illustrate why the field isn't 4 hours away, the bus just takes a while.
We bumped into a friend of his when walking home. He was nice. Heh heh. 23:16
Tuesday, August 24
Rory informs me that it's not Away In A Manger which his nearby church is playing, but something else I've never heard of, so I can't tell you what. Nothing else to say really, have stayed in and watched DVDs. I did finish reading The Lovely Bones though, and I highly recommend it. It was wonderfully written and, I dread to say it but it's true, it made me want to cry. Definately an indicator of a talented author.
21:52
It occurred to me that it's been almost a week and I still haven't recorded that I got a B for my exam result. I'm happy with a B, I was hoping for an A, but expecting a B. It means I still have a good chance of an A next year.
Belfast is rainy. Rory and I have been watching lots of DVDs, arguing, eating chips and getting drunk. The plans to climb the mountain have been abandoned, replaced by ice cream eating instead (Sainsbury's had chocolate flavour vegan ice cream!). The church a few doors down plays Away In A Manger every day, it's the only song they know, apparently. 12:02
Belfast is rainy. Rory and I have been watching lots of DVDs, arguing, eating chips and getting drunk. The plans to climb the mountain have been abandoned, replaced by ice cream eating instead (Sainsbury's had chocolate flavour vegan ice cream!). The church a few doors down plays Away In A Manger every day, it's the only song they know, apparently. 12:02
Sunday, August 22
Saturday, August 21
It's been a week and I still haven't written about Sheffield. Too late to give a proper description now, but it was fun overall. We watched movies, ate bagels, got drunk, played with the cats, went to a Butterfly House which had far more than just butterflies (photos start here), had tea in a veggie cafe, and lazed around watching clouds and thunderstorms. I left on Monday afternoon, caught a bus to Meadowhall and spent an hour shopping. I came back with incense and £16's worth of hair dye.
On Tuesday I saw my psychologist, and we concluded I'm doing rather well, then in the evening I and had dinner with Rebecca, who I haven't seen in a year. She's put weight on but was still friendly and ace. We went to the Royal Park for a pint afterwards, to watch the sunset and drool at the pretty people. Both were stunning.
Wednesday was the day I came over to Belfast. My brother had agreed to drive me to the airport. We got halfway there when I realised I'd forgotten my passport. Luckily he'd arrived far too early so we had time to go and retrieve it. After I landed, Rory and his flatmate and I went to Sainsburys and bought lots of lovely things. I managed to not eat all of it, which I was very proud of. It took a lot of self control, but hopefully it's a sign I'm getting better. I wasn't as good the day after, but these things come slowly. 10:58
On Tuesday I saw my psychologist, and we concluded I'm doing rather well, then in the evening I and had dinner with Rebecca, who I haven't seen in a year. She's put weight on but was still friendly and ace. We went to the Royal Park for a pint afterwards, to watch the sunset and drool at the pretty people. Both were stunning.
Wednesday was the day I came over to Belfast. My brother had agreed to drive me to the airport. We got halfway there when I realised I'd forgotten my passport. Luckily he'd arrived far too early so we had time to go and retrieve it. After I landed, Rory and his flatmate and I went to Sainsburys and bought lots of lovely things. I managed to not eat all of it, which I was very proud of. It took a lot of self control, but hopefully it's a sign I'm getting better. I wasn't as good the day after, but these things come slowly. 10:58
Wednesday, August 18
Another link courtesy of Alex (who else?), it's vibrators with alternative sources of power, such as sunlight, USB...
22:07
I can't sleep. I got a few hours earlier but it was in bursts. I didn't sleep well last night either. I hope this isn't a sign of things to come.
06:04
Tuesday, August 17
My mum called to wish me a happy holiday. She also mentioned that she had been to accompany a friend on a visit to a psychic this week. She says that even though she was only going for support, the person they saw had some things to mention to her. There was a little girl who was constantly wiping away tears (my eyes water in the wind and the sun, and it was particularly bad when I was a child). In the next 18 months things would change a lot for me and I'm likely to move house, possibly to a flat. There was talk of me moving to London or going to live abroad. Also, they said I would always have problems in relationships but any relationship I did get into, I would be the one who was likely to work late and have my partner have my dinner on the table for me when I got home. They said my mum should make sure that she always supported me. She was also told that she had someone ill at home (apparently my dad has been in bed this past week) and that there was someone around who fixed watches (a hobby of my grandad's, she says).
Being a witch, I do believe in "psychic powers", though I always take a pinch of salt with whatever someone who is being paid for their time says. I have no intention of moving to London, I think it's a horrible city, and I see no reason to leave this house, beyond moving in with Rory should he choose to come live over here, and if that was so, we would probably need a house as we both like our private space. I can't really comment on the rest of it though. 23:35
Being a witch, I do believe in "psychic powers", though I always take a pinch of salt with whatever someone who is being paid for their time says. I have no intention of moving to London, I think it's a horrible city, and I see no reason to leave this house, beyond moving in with Rory should he choose to come live over here, and if that was so, we would probably need a house as we both like our private space. I can't really comment on the rest of it though. 23:35
I don't have enough time right now to relate the excitement of the weekend, but I think I can squeeze in today's happenings. The morning post bestowed two great gifts upon me - The Big 3 by 60ft Dolls, who still rock all these years later, and another letter from Thom. It was without Maya Gold this time, but I can forgive him. I had a shower for the first time since Thursday (I only washed in Sheffield, not showered) and soon it was time to leave to go see my psychologist. I stopped off at college on the way. My exam results come out on Thursday (early predictions suggest they're lesbian) and I had to arrange to get them posted to me, as I go to Belfast for two weeks tomorrow. My psychologist was very encouraging and said I'm doing well, that many changes have occurred in my life the past year and I'm coping well with it. We only have two sessions left before he retires, but I'll probably be ok. On the way home I had a wander around the university union. They have everything down there! Their own Oxfam shop, a mini-supermarket, a t-shirt printing shop, a mobile phone shop... The list goes on! It was very impressive.
Simon's meant to be coming around tonight. I grew some spots whilst in Sheffield which he'll like to attack, then later I'm meant to be meeting Rebecca for food somewhere. I haven't seen her in a year, so hopefully it'll be a fun time. 16:47
Simon's meant to be coming around tonight. I grew some spots whilst in Sheffield which he'll like to attack, then later I'm meant to be meeting Rebecca for food somewhere. I haven't seen her in a year, so hopefully it'll be a fun time. 16:47
Monday, August 16
I'm back from Sheffield. As good a time as I had, I'm glad I'm back here. I have a mammoth blog entry to write, too long for tonight. So in the meantime, keep yourself busy by watching what Alex and Martin have been doing with a variety of household implements and a video camera.
22:58
Saturday, August 14
I've been having a lazy time in Sheffield. Eating bagels and playing with cats in the garden is what my day has mostly consisted of. Today we watched Monster, featuring Christina Ricci in her least attractive role ever, and last night, after going out for food at a nice veggie cafe, we watched Gothika, featuring Halle Berry looking luscious. We're cooking a tofu and vegetable curry tonight, which promises to be lovely, and there's talk of going to the butterfly house tomorrow.
16:04
Friday, August 13
Yesterday, after being collected from the coach station, we went to Sainsburys. Amongst other items of delight, such as a bottle of vanilla Absolut, we got two types of bagels (they only had two, much to our disappointment) and four kinds of hummus (plain, red pepper, olive and lemon & corriander). I'm now having to force myself to try and ignore this bounty, as we're meant to be going out for a meal tonight. I wonder if I could distract myself with sour Opal Fruits instead?
15:01
It is very rainy in Sheffield. Mind you, it's very rainy in Leeds too. There was a thunderstorm just as I was leaving. Whether the city was mourning my loss or celebrating it, I wasn't sure, but the storm followed me and a couple of hours after arriving, the rain was bouncing off the cars and the roads were transformed into rivers. It was very impressive.
11:31
Wednesday, August 11
I was listening to Misty Dixon covering Love Is Like A Butterfly, and it occured to me that really, that's total bollocks. Love is nothing like a butterfly. "As soft and gentle as a sigh"? Love is passionate, furious, jealous. It's warm, sweaty nights; shouted arguments; quick fucks in stolen moments. It's intense, consuming and dehabilitating. If your love is "soft, gentle and tender" then damn it, you're not doing it right.
18:25
Tuesday, August 10
Seeing as I never mentioned it, I went to Unity Day on Saturday. The sun was out and it was very hot. This gave me plenty of excuses for sitting down and taking pictures of pretty people though. I went on my own as Simon was insisting on staying inside, and I spotted Andy and Angela from Swarthmore, Ria who used to go to SHIP and Jessica (David's friend). I mulled around for a couple of hours then came home as my back was hurting and not much was happening. I intended to go back for the music around 6pm, but I was still in too much pain, so I rang David and persuaded him to come down and see me instead of meeting in the park as we'd agreed. We spent lots of time hugging and talking nonsense. He did however spot that there's a very good reason why Leeds Bradford International Airport, (www.lbia.co.uk, wasn't named Leeds and Bradford International Airport.
On a similar theme, a B3tan spotted today that the website of the British Association of Plastic Surgeons is baps.co.uk. These things have kept me smiling all day, along with the wonderful wallpaper made for me by Eclectech (who incidentally is incredibly talented and highly recommended, and whenever you're feeling low, she's always guaranteed to be able to cheer you up with her pictures).
My cheek is almost healed now, there's very little gunk coming from it, and the swelling has considerably reduced. I even managed to eat a sandwich today! The best I've had prior to that has been some pasta and a couple of carefully chewed small sandwiches. I'm still determined to get a pizza once I get the bar exchanged for a labret. I'm supposed to be doing that on Thursday, which is when I go to Sheffield, so I might have to wait until I get home though.
And in other news, Rory has quit his job. He sold his shares to his business partner, received a cheque for £20,000 and is planning on spending most of October traveling around Mongolia. There's not really much you can say to that. We're looking at the possibility of spending Christmas in Eastern Europe - Budapest, Sofia, Prague, Krakow. Anything's better than my family. 22:04
On a similar theme, a B3tan spotted today that the website of the British Association of Plastic Surgeons is baps.co.uk. These things have kept me smiling all day, along with the wonderful wallpaper made for me by Eclectech (who incidentally is incredibly talented and highly recommended, and whenever you're feeling low, she's always guaranteed to be able to cheer you up with her pictures).
My cheek is almost healed now, there's very little gunk coming from it, and the swelling has considerably reduced. I even managed to eat a sandwich today! The best I've had prior to that has been some pasta and a couple of carefully chewed small sandwiches. I'm still determined to get a pizza once I get the bar exchanged for a labret. I'm supposed to be doing that on Thursday, which is when I go to Sheffield, so I might have to wait until I get home though.
And in other news, Rory has quit his job. He sold his shares to his business partner, received a cheque for £20,000 and is planning on spending most of October traveling around Mongolia. There's not really much you can say to that. We're looking at the possibility of spending Christmas in Eastern Europe - Budapest, Sofia, Prague, Krakow. Anything's better than my family. 22:04
I've been reading Isabelle, a biography of Isabelle Eberhardt, and recently I read Danse Macarbre, a biography of the French medieval poet, Villon. This has made me start thinking about writing my own autobiography. It's a grandiose notion - who on earth would want to read it, besides maybe Rory? What insight does my so-far short life have to offer the world? I think my main aim would just be document things so that I didn't forget them, I'd be writing primarily for myself, and thus I could be far more honest. And I find I'm forgetting so much these days, and I'm never sure if things I remember are true memories or fabrications my brain has created. By writing down what I think I remember, I can at least capture it before it slips away completely.
This is all well and good I suppose, if only I could halt my mind from already composing it, planning it out, selecting which bits to tactfully gloss over. I need to sleep and my mind won't let me rest. 01:30
This is all well and good I suppose, if only I could halt my mind from already composing it, planning it out, selecting which bits to tactfully gloss over. I need to sleep and my mind won't let me rest. 01:30
Sunday, August 8
OK. It's all over. I didn't get to say as much as I wanted to say. The presenter was an idiot. I was nervous and kept ummm-ing. But I did it and people from B3ta were very supportive, even though Rory wasn't there. Alex recorded the bit which included me. Click for a 9MB mp3.
23:59
It's going to be on soon. My anxiety has got a huge grip on me and I've just run out of anxiety pills. Rory has gone to bed claiming he doesn't feel well so isn't even going to be listening, nor can I ring him to discuss it and de-stress afterwards. I know I've done much scarier things before. The first time I flew on my own was awful, I could barely loosen my grip on the arm rest. But that doesn't help now.
22:13
Saturday, August 7
Rory sent me a link to the Belfast Pride website. They say "As you will see this is not the website of the sodomite 'Gay Pride' movement, this website serves to expose the lies, myths and ignorance that surrounds the whole 'gay' and lesbian worlds." I felt I should respond to their comments. You can see what I wrote here.
20:07
Friday, August 6
I rang back the producer from Kerrang! Radio and offered to come on the show to discuss my self harm experiences. We had a little talk and he said he'll include me the show. I'm not scared. Yet. It's on Sunday around 10:30pm. Find out how to listen here or listen to the internet feed here.
After securing my place as media whore, it was time to come back to reality and battle with the photocopier. Paper kept getting jammed in a very, very small and inaccessible place and I managed to make two fingers bleed whilst trying to free the obstructions it kept creating. I demand compensation! I demand a better photocopier!
The weather is still being stupidly hot. It was 25 degrees today and it's meant to be even worse tomorrow. Once I'm rich and famous from my radio appearances I'll be able to move somewhere colder. Like Iceland. They have the best music and loads of snow - perfect. 21:17
After securing my place as media whore, it was time to come back to reality and battle with the photocopier. Paper kept getting jammed in a very, very small and inaccessible place and I managed to make two fingers bleed whilst trying to free the obstructions it kept creating. I demand compensation! I demand a better photocopier!
The weather is still being stupidly hot. It was 25 degrees today and it's meant to be even worse tomorrow. Once I'm rich and famous from my radio appearances I'll be able to move somewhere colder. Like Iceland. They have the best music and loads of snow - perfect. 21:17
Thursday, August 5
Today a producer from Kerrang! Radio phoned SHIP, saying that the station is broadcasting a show on self harm this Sunday. He wanted to know if any ex-self harmers would be willing to come and discuss their experiences on the show. I'd really like to do it and am considering ringing him to offer my assistance. I'm nervous, but that's natural, and I think it would be good to take the opportunity to help dissipate some of the myths and lies about self harm. I'm not sure yet that I will ring him, but I think there's a good chance.
20:36
Tuesday, August 3
You can tell it's now August: the days are overcast and muggy, humid and sweaty. In the evenings it rains, bringing the breath of fresh air we so desperately need. There was even a thunderstorm last night, though not big enough to satisfy my desires. I love thunderstorms.
The other way you can tell it's August is that everyone is on holiday. Thus SHIP took the opportunity to repaint the office. Half of it's pastel yellow, half of it's pastely blue. It's like sitting in a sherbet factory. Makes an improvement on the dirty cream with blu-tak smudges which it was before though.
The cheek is slowly healing. I can chew a small amount of things now, though I still have to be careful not to catch the bar with my teeth. The lump inside has gone, though the yellow bruise hasn't. The bar is ringed by a purple circle, so I suspect it's going to try to scar. It's producing quite a lot of gunk, which I inevitably pull off, but which tugs at the piercing more, so I don't think it's a good long term idea.
I looked for things to do in Sheffield, as I'm going to visit Tom and Cinnamon there next weekend, but have found very little. It may be a quiet few days.
The book which Thom sent me, Scepticism Inc got me thinking. It's essentially a novel illustrating the argument that when 50 million people die of starvation every year, sitting around arguing whose god is better, when there's no undeniable evidence for God, is rather ... sick. It was a good, funny read, and like all the best books, it made me think and question things. I did have a long blog entry I wanted to write about it all, but I've forgotten it now. That's what sleep can do, unfortunately. I'll just say that I recommend it.
Finally, the Natural Death Organisation works to provide alternative, eco-friendly funerals and burials and seem to be doing Very Good Things. 20:07
The other way you can tell it's August is that everyone is on holiday. Thus SHIP took the opportunity to repaint the office. Half of it's pastel yellow, half of it's pastely blue. It's like sitting in a sherbet factory. Makes an improvement on the dirty cream with blu-tak smudges which it was before though.
The cheek is slowly healing. I can chew a small amount of things now, though I still have to be careful not to catch the bar with my teeth. The lump inside has gone, though the yellow bruise hasn't. The bar is ringed by a purple circle, so I suspect it's going to try to scar. It's producing quite a lot of gunk, which I inevitably pull off, but which tugs at the piercing more, so I don't think it's a good long term idea.
I looked for things to do in Sheffield, as I'm going to visit Tom and Cinnamon there next weekend, but have found very little. It may be a quiet few days.
The book which Thom sent me, Scepticism Inc got me thinking. It's essentially a novel illustrating the argument that when 50 million people die of starvation every year, sitting around arguing whose god is better, when there's no undeniable evidence for God, is rather ... sick. It was a good, funny read, and like all the best books, it made me think and question things. I did have a long blog entry I wanted to write about it all, but I've forgotten it now. That's what sleep can do, unfortunately. I'll just say that I recommend it.
Finally, the Natural Death Organisation works to provide alternative, eco-friendly funerals and burials and seem to be doing Very Good Things. 20:07
Sunday, August 1
Most people think you're ineffective, but you are trying to completely save the world from itself, so there's always going to be a long way to go. You're always the one trying to get friends to talk to each other, enemies to talk to each other, anyone who can to just talk instead of beating each other about the head and torso. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't, and you get very schizophrenic as a result. But your heart is in the right place, and sometimes also in New York.
Take the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid. 23:31
Today I have managed to eat, amongst other things, a bowl of Rice Crispies, a bowl of Coco Pops and a few squares of Maya Gold. I view this as an achievement - the most solid food I've had since I attempted that hot cross bun on Thursday. It doesn't hurt when I smile any more, even though these past two mornings I've woken up covered in blood, presumably from hitting the piercing during the night. There's a solid lump in my cheek which I think is too big to just be the bar, but Simon had a look and doesn't think it's infected. He says if it is, they normally issue gunk when squeezed, and mine didn't. It's growing on me more now, I wasn't so sure about it at first, but I quite like it now.
Yesterday I received a letter, a proper letter on paper and everything! It made me happy, I haven't had a proper letter in a long time. It was from Thom, with chocolate and a book. I hope I remember to reply sometime soon. 16:45
Yesterday I received a letter, a proper letter on paper and everything! It made me happy, I haven't had a proper letter in a long time. It was from Thom, with chocolate and a book. I hope I remember to reply sometime soon. 16:45
