Such a Stud! – Part 3

Before reading this, please read Part 1 and Part 2 first.

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So, as you may have read in the second part, I sent my dad a text last night asking for permission to get my nose stud. Well, I didn’t have any word back by the time I woke up, so I shot him another text around 10 AM asking if he’d gotten my message. He had. His answer?

“You said it was a few months out. We’ll see. Depending on school, etc. Plus I will want to know some more info.”

What does this mean? MAYBE. So there’s a chance. I could tell at this point he didn’t like the idea. He asked me a few questions following that.

“For one, do you plan on getting a job in the next couple of years? Some places don’t allow people to wear them. Also, what started the interest? Be honest.”

To this, I just explained I’d actually like them for about a year but didn’t say anything because I wasn’t sure if I actually wanted a nose stud or if it was just a phase. I just figured it’d be okay to get it for my 16th birthday. If I didn’t like the stud, I could just take it out and let the hole close up. I said I knew some places didn’t allow them but I could either get a retainer, which is a clear stud just for making it more discreet, or just take it out for work. There wasn’t one thing that made me want one, I just liked them. About 4 hours later he replied.

“I want you to really think about it. I don’t think it is a good idea but will think about it.”

I’ve already thought about it for over a year (well, SERIOUSLY thought about it for about 6 months), but I said I’d think about it more. I am really hoping he realizes that a nose piercing isn’t permanent. It isn’t a big deal at all. It’s a little piece of metal. With a little bit of pretty on it. It’s totally removable (after the first 3 months, once it is healed) and it won’t be a problem. Sure, getting my nose pierced will increase my chances of getting some sort of infection but so will any piercing. And all of those are 100% treatable. I see why he wants everyone to think about it, but I just hope he doesn’t say no. Especially not if he says no because he personally doesn’t like them. To that I would say, ” Well, it’s a good thing it’s not you getting the piercing then, huh?”

Well, let’s just wait and see what happens. I’ll update tomorrow.

The Only Good Dubstep I’ve Found

I don’t care for dubstep, but I must admit that I like this one. But maybe I’ve just heard bad dubstep. Like Skrillex. -_-

Such a Stud! – Part 2

This is Part 2 of a series of entries, so here is where to start.

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Ohhh God.

I just sent my dad the following text message:

For my 16th birthday, I want to get a nose stud. It wouldn’t be for two months but I didn’t want to do it without asking your permission first so can I please? We can talk more about it tomorrow on the phone, I just can’t be super distracted right now, I’m working on homework.

So basically, the can of worms has been opened. I can’t take it back now. He knows. HE KNOWS! To be honest, that last part of the text was a lie. I had JUST finished my homework right before sending it. I just am terrified of talking to him about it. I don’t want him to get mad. I don’t want him to tell me I can’t get the piercing. On second though, maybe I shouldn’t have included he fact that I was asking for it. It should have been more of a statement. Like, “Sooo by the way I’m getting my nose pierced for my 16th birthday. Just to let ya know. Bye.” He probably wouldn’t have appreciated that though.

I’m terrified of my dad. Not that he’s mean at all. But before EVERYTHING I do or before I post a status, I always think of what he’d say. And I change my mind then. I guess that’s not too terrible of a thing. Thinking twice about what you do or say. But I do not like it.

The thing is, I’m just simply not a bad kid. I don’t like going behind people’s backs. I’m pretty responsible. I am not a very spontaneous person; I like to think about everything before I do something. And a nose piercing isn’t BAD. Plus, it’s ultimately up to me what I want done to myself. My friend Krystine has a reasonably sound theory. She believes that the older generation for the most part doesn’t understand piercings. They think it looks ugly. Well, this makes tremendous sense to me, so I’m going with that.

I just REALLY hope he lets me get the nose stud. Because if he doesn’t let me…I’m going to go against what he says and get it anyway. That will be the first “major” act of defiance. But honestly, I’m not too worried. You can only get so upset about something that has no connection whatsoever to you. Like ME getting a nose piercing in MY nose.

So there.

Possibly the Greatest Blog I’ve Ever Read

For about a month now, I’ve been reading my way through all 641 entries of my favorite blog called The Sneeze. This guy Steve “Sneeds” writes about his life. But let me say, he’s got a pretty interesting life. His sons are hilarious and his pals have hilarious miserable stories from their youth. I haven’t read all 641 posts yet (c’mon, I have a life), but I have read about 5 years worth of posts. It is FANTASTIC! I now draw The Face on my papers all the time. Well, if you don’t want to read ALL the posts (which would be a shame, it’s totally worth it) be sure to check out: Steve, Don’t Eat It! & Brainwatch Timeline!

UPDATE: Since posting this, I have read EVERY entry on The Sneeze. And I don’t regret a minute of it.

Such a Stud! – Part 1

Hmm. What to do, what to do. There are so many factors.

So here’s the thing. For about a year and a half (since the middle of 8th grade), I have wanted something. To modify my impeccable face in some way. And after seeing a few chicks at my school with these modifications, I was SURE I wanted it for myself. I want to get a nose piercing. BAM! There it is. It’s simple. But there are so many things I must decide on before getting my nose pierced. I’ve decided on the following:

-I do NOT want a septum piercing. Those are the fugliest things on planet Earth. Now, they aren’t bad for everyone. There are a handful of individuals who can rock that thing. But no, I am not one of those people.

Lookin' like a bull.

-I do not want a ring of any kind. Maybe some day in the future I’ll try an uber-thin one, but not for a long while. I’m going to go with a stud. Of some kind.

Nice and subtle, if not CLASSY!

And that’s really all I’ve decided on. I still need to figure out:

-What kind of stud to get (silver ball thing, jewel, etc.).

-Which side of my face to get it on.

-Where to go to get it done.

-When to get it done.

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The Wonderful, Talented, and Amazing KRYSTINE!

My best friend Krystine and I both want to get nose piercings. We are most likely going to get it in around two months. We both turn 16 in January 2012 (Aww yeah, buddy!) so we’re thinking then. We both possibly want a jeweled one. I’m not sure about her, but I think I’m going to go with just a fake diamond looking jewel. Or maybe dark green.

I know it's fake but IT'S SO PRETTY!

It would be the one that says Left Nostril next to it.

Krystine wants hers on her right side so I figured I’ll maybe get my left. Plus, I’ve read a lot about which side to pierce it and I think that’s what I’m going with. Apparently girls in Northern India pierce the left side of their nose right before getting married (though the same happens in Southern India but they pierce the right side). Getting a nose piercing on the left side has it’s benefits if you believe in Ayurvedic medicine, too! According to Ayurveda, when the nose is pierced, it helps in reducing the pain during childbirth and may have some positive effects on conditions like endometriosis. Oh, what fun!

Now, I have to figure out where to go to get the piercing done. I want to go to a reputable place. I really do not want to endure Claire’s piercing services again. It’s not that they did a horrible job, but the girl seemed kind of clueless when I got my ears pierced. Then again, I was only 4 years old. In the state of Washington, piercing parlors are not legally required to sterilize or replace any equipment after any use. This scares me.

I was nervous before to tell my mom I wanted a nose piercing. I’ll admit that I started to bring it up but I soon regretted this. She was too quick and noticed, so my mother kept prying until I told her. She said it was totally fine with her. Yay, VICTORY! She wanted to make appointment for me, but I said I wanted to wait until January. Mostly so Krystine and I can get ours together but also, I want two months to think about if that’s really what I want to do.

It made me just a wee bit sad when my mom was totally down for the piercing. I had prepared reasons why she should let me.

-Shows my individuality (*GAG*).

-Looks purdy (this means “pretty” if you’re not familiar with that ridiculous way of incorrectly spelling it).

-If I didn’t like it, I could just take the stud out and let it close up.

I’ll admit, I didn’t spend much time formulating these. But I thought it’d get the job done. Maybe. But not really.

All in all, I’m glad she was totally fine with me getting it. That’s one parent down, one to go. Convincing my dad is going to be a tough one. This is the man that helped buy me a 1970 Dodge Challenger. The man that made me ride on the back of his motorcycle all the time. The man that actually took me to get my ears pierced at 4 years old without my mother’s consent. If you looked at these, you might be thinking, “Well, it’s OBVIOUS he’d be behind this whole nose-piercing business!” You’d be wrong, my friend. This is also the man that didn’t let me ride my bike around the neighborhood until about 4 years ago. The man that won’t let me go to the mall with my friends because a parent won’t be there. The man that doesn’t let me walk to Starbuck’s by myself even TODAY. Surely, he’d be pissed if I showed up at his house with a piece of metal through my nose. My mother thinks I should just not tell him because I don’t really have to anyways. It’s my body, and not even a big deal. She put it this way: If you  got a new haircut, would you alert everyone you know about it before doing it? Probably not. Because it has nothing to do with them, what you choose to do to yourself. They’ll find out soon enough. Some people may like it, others might not. But who cares? It’s for you, not anyone else.

This is true. But I don’t really want to hide this from my dad. He’ll just be more upset that I didn’t tell him. Jesus, it’s so complicated. Just to get a damn jewel on my nose.

Nobody can tell me different. I AM getting this piercing. The question is when to tell my dad – before or after….

These are the questions that taunt me.

294% of Suck

On Wednesday the 23rd, we had a half day at school. We got out at 10:30 AM rather than the usual 2:20 PM. At my school, we have three of our 6 classes everyday. For instance on Mondays I have World History, Algebra 2, and English. Then on Tuesday I have my other three classes French 2, Integrated Biology, and Health/Fitness. The only day we have all 6 are on Fridays.

So it was strange when I was alerted we had all of our classes on Wednesday. “This is absurd!” is the phrase I latched onto that week. I wouldn’t have minded except for the fact it was completely useless. Something strange has happened this year in that I’ve started caring about my education. Having all 6 classes on a half day means that each class is only 25 minutes. I couldn’t possibly learn anything in such a short time.

And now we are back to what this post was supposed to be about. All classes I had until 4th Period Biology were just terrible. Watching The Lion King, some French soap opera, and listening to a lecture that had information exclusively for seniors. In biology, we had a quiz. And for some reason my teacher Mr. Monahan showed us a PowerPoint slideshow.

The reason this was strange was that it was about math tricks. You’d think that would be more appropriate in a math class, but this is kind of a regular thing with Mr. Monahan (who by the way won the Washington State High School Science Teacher of the Year Award). He usually teaches lessons about random topics like poetry and the Presidential election.

ANYWAYS, this slideshow was about the wonderful powers of math. Most of it was little tricks like:

11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321

Wow. Amazing!

But there was one particular “trick” that pushed my buttons:

Let’s say that the alphabet corresponds with numbers.

A = 1
B = 2
C = 3
…
Z = 26

While K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E is 96%

and

H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K is 98%,

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E is 100%.

Whoa, NO WAY!

While that is a super-fun math trick, Mr. Monahan, I still don’t fucking like math.

Thanksgiving – I am Disappoint

Ahh, Thanksgiving. The day we’re supposed to give thanks for what us privileged folk have. But do we even really think about it? All I ever hear about Thanksgiving is that the bulk of Facebook is thankful for their families. While that’s great, it’s also not very creative. I’m all for loving and appreciating all that our families do, but I think if we have a holiday devoted to giving thanks, people could possibly come up with something a little better than that.

And here’s another thought. To give thanks for all we have, we gorge ourselves until we almost burst? Wow. That has absolutely no relation whatsoever. I just love the fact that we have three consecutive months devoted to eating. All starting in late October where little children dress up as Batman, Cinderella, and Donatello from TMNT and go knocking door-to-door to get free candy. So there’s our first holiday that encourages being fatties.

Our second is obviously in the next month November for Thanksgiving. Everyone who DOESN’T cook the turkey are all just huge, lazy fatasses. After we eat, we go take a nap and leave all the dirty dishes to the host. And people don’t even say thanks for anything some of the time.

Happy Thanksgiving to you too, Bitch!

Our last month would be December, around Christmastime. Sure, it’s mostly about gift-giving but we all know there is quite a bit of eating going on here. Stockings filled with chocolates, candy canes on the tree, a ham perhaps, and maybe even a fruitcake, as vile as that is.

So in America, we have three months in a row that encourage us to be fatty fat fats. I only say in America because that’s KIND OF a big deal here. Ya know, the whole ‘being super obese and having to wheel yourself down to McDonald’s every afternoon to get your Bic Mac’ thing?

America!

Either way, I think this is a little absurd. Not to mention Black Friday. I actually know people that woke up at 4 AM to go shopping this year. Yeah, no thanks. I’d rather sleep off my food coma in my super warm bed while you go into the blistering cold to get 50% off a pair of jeans from Walmart. *GAG*

About This Blog

I’m 15 years old and I live in Washington State. I am a sophomore in high school this year. I enjoy photography, playing the guitar, and working on classic cars. And that’s honestly all you need to know. Throughout this blog, you’ll find out that I’m kind of…well, borderline insane. Ha, kidding. But not really.

I’m super dorky; the way I say things are just bizarre. I try to make jokes. Even though no one else would ever find them remotely humorous. I just like to amuse myself.

This blog’s purpose is for me to write whatever I want about anything to kill my boredom (hence the blog name).

See what I did there? Well you see, the title of this blog is Death To Boredom, and I just said the purpose of me writing this blog is to kill my boredom. So this blog is obviously going to prevent me from getting bored or cure my boredom. As if my boredom is dying because I’m killing it by writing this blog.

Well, I thought it was kinda cool.
(Told ya, borderline INSANE.)

This is not for anyone to read necessarily, just meaning that I’m not writing this to get any sort of attention. If somehow someone stumbles across this blog, I won’t mind. In fact that’s great! But that’s not the purpose.

I am most likely going to rant. A lot. Things that are obnoxious to me. Things that piss me off. Things that make my world go ’round. Things that I’d rather just slit my wrists then go on living my life without. (Ex: Bacon). I mean really, what’s the point of living a life without bacon!? That’s not living at all!

That sort of thing. I won’t be talking about lame teenage girl drama, though. That is the polar opposite of what I want to write about. Unless it’s to mock it. Then I’m all over it.

Anyways, if anyone ends up reading this, enjoy! If you like it then thank you! If you hate it, leave now. Well, you don’t NEED to leave, but don’t leave any hate comments!

Weeeellll, OKAY. You can leave hate comments. But I won’t be happy about it.

Who are we kidding here? I love hate comments. More than those lovely witty comments you find once in a blue moon. So yes, please comment all of your hatred and rage for this dumb little blog.