Okay, I'm finally getting around to this. Free time on the computer has been so rare lately with work being as hectic as it has for the past two days, and with me having Boot Camp after work. So without further ado...
- I have a tattoo of a bee on my lower back, for which I got the general (and I mean very general) shape from a stencil, sketching the details on afterwards. I pretty much sketched the thing just before leaving home to go to the tattoo parlour. Since I finally have a camera phone (Samsung E370), I had hoped that I could post a picture of it, but I haven't finished the installation of whatever it is that I need to install to put pictures from my phone onto the computer. Why a bee, you ask? Well, to be honest I don't really know. The only thing I can think of that is vaguely relative is that when I was small I used to pick bees up and get stung most of the time. The very last time I got stung was in my foot, which swelled up to a scarily enormous proportion.
- My father used to live in Clonmel, Ireland some years ago, where I visited him for three months from June 2003 until September 2003. Because he was having difficulty finding a job restoring and building models (preferably of the maritime variety), he used to drive buses for an old Irish man who owned a bus and undertaking business. For some reason there is a lot of that in Ireland, although I don't know how the two relate. This Irish man's undertaking business was where I saw my first dead person, already made presentable with make up and lying in the coffin.
Anyway, since I was staying with my father, who didn't make much money anyway, he had to work extra shifts to have enough to support me for those three months. He would either be doing the school route, which I preferred not to go on, or he would do the long runs into the countryside, taking people to places of interest, which of course was perfect for me as a tourist. with a group of Italian exchange students I got to visit the Waterford Crystal factory, which designed and created the Times Square Millennium Ball, which was pretty awesome. Its amazing what these craftsmen can do. The pub hopping with the Americans was an awesome experience as well. Since the majority of people in the group were Americans, we visited all the traditional pubs where there was live traditional music and lots of dancing and singing. Of course with all the high spirits I was bought a drink or two at each pub and got to join in with them, although I don't remember names, or even if I was told any of their names. It really was an awesome time.
- Yes, I did have a toenail ripped off because a boy didn't want to accept that I didn't want to play kiss-catch with him. Because my mom was a nurse at the time (the daycare was on the hospital premises specifically for hospital employees' kids), she was contacted and I was rushed off to see a doctor. My toe (the little one) was numbed and stitched up. Luckily my nail has grown back, thank goodness, since my feet are the one part of my body that I'm openly vain about. (Boyfriend just cant understand it).
- Yes, people did comment on the fact that it was strange that I'd received a much larger gift for Art than for, say, the person getting an award for Mathematics, etc. When I walked into the bookshop and saw an omnibus that I thought I'd enjoy, it didn't even occur to me that it people would assume that I'd bought it on purpose because of its size. To be honest, I thought I'd enjoy the book, and I wanted to get value for the gift voucher I had received. I have a photo somewhere of myself holding the book while still in its wrapping paper, and every time I see it I feel a little embarrassed at the idea that it looks to other people that I was trying to look better and more favoured than everyone else up there on the stage with me.
- This last one is the blooper. Looking back on it, it looks pretty obvious! (I especially think so since all of you guessed correctly). But imagine that, I'm not that shallow and materialistic people! But seriously, there was a guy and he was pretty rich, however I didn't benefit in any way from it as he was quite the stingy, showy off kind of guy (what the hell was I thinking?!?). The fact that he was rich and was a bit of an asshole was what made people assume that I was with him purely for money. It sounds a terrible thing, but even some members of my family thought it possible that I might do something like that. Nice family, huh? Anyway, I liked him quite a lot at the time, and therefore was blind to his faults, which were many. And yes, he was a drummer, which I do think is pretty hot. But he's an ass.
On to other important matters. I went ten pin bowling last night and I won!! I actually won!! The first time in my life. I took my last shot without knowing it was my last chance, and got a bit upset with myself for not doing it better, so I stalked back to Boyfriend and Brother, who exclaimed that I had won. I quickly declared that in that case I wasn't so upset after all, even going so far as to actually clap my hands with glee. I had, however, only won by one point, with Brother following at my heels. But winnings winning, right? Hehe! But I've always wanted to win a game, and being my very first time, I will continue to gloat until everybody's sick of it.
Now I must get changed into my cute little pair of white shorts (what was I thinking?! Shorts?! I'm not a teeny tiny shorts kinda girl!), and an equally cute white sports top and contemplate the pain I will be feeling in 45 minutes when I am hefting those hateful weights in the air.
Oh, and did I mention that I won my very first game of ten pin bowling?
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