First of all, before I went to work, I had a serious body-mod kick. Not that I went and got like a billion tattoos (too painful all at once, I don't have the money, AND I have some commitments to keep first), but...well, it all started with facebook...the site had a link to body jewelry, and I had to click it. What sort of person would I be if I didn't? Anyway, there I went, I saw that they had microdermal jewelry, and I wondered to myself how one would go about changing it...you wouldn't, right?
Well I had to check the wikipedia entry. And no. No you do not change them. Because that would involve ripping the skin out of your face or where ever it is...
In any event, there was a link to the entry on body mods, and as there were too few pictures, I had to go forth and google search 'em. I got a lot of entries for cars 'round page six, but the ones in the beginning were pretty freakin' amazing. Aside from the usual awesome ones of the tribal guys with the plates in their lips, there were a few others that were just stupendous! All of these pictures are safe for work, and involve minimal blood. And I'll tell you about 'em before I post 'em. Also, I don't own any of 'em, and if you are the person and you want me to take 'em down, I will be more than happy to do so.
This person has HORNS! FUCKING HORNS! I don't think you can get much cooler than that. I also don't think I have the nads to do something so awesome, but if I did, you'd better believe I'd have horns. They can rock 'em too.
There are a few body mods that I will never do. Getting my tongue split is one of them. Honestly, they make me feel kinda queezy. Now, this person doesn't actually have a zipper peircing...that shits been shopped, but it's kinda cool anyway. And yes, the ability to waggle different sides of your tongue independently is appealing, but I'll leave that to youguys *points*.
Ear tattoos! Of course! Ok, I think ear tattoos are adorable, and I would totally get one, but I wear my hair in front of my ears a lot...though...I guess if I had an ear tattoo, I wouldn't. In any event, I saw one where someone had a feathery design on the lobe of their ear, it was really cool looking. I wonder though how it would look after stretching...hmm. Anyway, this is definately a will consider.
Now this last one is perhaps the coolest one yet, and something that I would seriously, seriously consider. Elf ears. That's right you guys, elf ears. Perminate, non falling off-ish, non skin tone matching-y elf ears. Do you know how hard I'd get elf ears? And how awesome of an industrial I'd get through 'em? Well, only one side. Only on the left side. In any event, I'd really, truely love to be an old elf lady with silver dreads. I kinda wish my ears were like that naturally, but since they aren't...Next on the list of confessions is language. I love language. As I always say, if language was a person...I'd tap that so hard. But I must confess, I have no dicipline when it comes to learning language. I've tried multiple times (and fail'd multiple times) to teach myself Japanese. Not that it stops me *fingers new book from the library* but yes, it's not gonna be easy. See, I either need someone to learn it with, or someone to teach it to me and make me do homework and such. And I know what you're thinking: "you're a college goth! Take a damn class!" I tried, but the teacher was BATSHIT INSANE. I think it'll be better once my boyfriend and I have a chance to learn it together...if not this semester, then over the summer.
Where did your obsession with languages come from, pray tell? Well mysterious audience member, I'm glad you asked. I don't really know...I suppose I've just always wanted to know all the languages in the world. I suppose it started with an obsession with accents (which I've probably had since I was about 3 or so). Of course, accents lead to different languages, and when I started to find certain accents attractive, I suppose I found those languages attractive as well. Though...english isn't really a different language. I remember one weekend in 6th grade when I tried to teach myself Latin and Greek. Didn't work out too well. But still, the inspiration was there! And I've been trying to learn Japanese since I was about 9 or 10 when Sailor Moon first came into my life...I admit, my obsession with Japan did start with anime. But every girl has to have a role model right?
I'm rambling. I have podcasts to download to teach me vocabulary so I can sound smarter in my blog posts and in my conversations because really, I aim to sound like an educated lady with a few languages under my belt by the time I get my Psy D in.
Now, I was going to have some awesome last confession, but I can't remember what it was. Never you worry your pretty little head, you'll get your last confession, it just won't be the original confession I was going to confess to you. The ultimate confession for this evening will be about the weather and the times of day. Now, one would assume that a goth would be a creature of the night. Temperature wise...probably cold for more jackets and pants with buckles, but it really depends. This goth likes all weather and all times of day. I only really realize this on days like yesterday when it's 50 degrees after it being terribly cold...the birds are singing and there is not a cloud in the sky. Those are the days that I feel most comfortable, and the days that I feel the happiest. I suppose it dates back to when I was little, and after I would get sick when it rained, I would feel better when it was sunny.
Don't get me wrong. A warm summer night is the perfect time to wander around a forest and scare the crap outta people. But I like days as well as nights. The times I don't like are from about 5am to 10am...that's the time when you know you won't be falling back asleep and the time that you need to leave by. It's also the time that you need to be up by and the time you can't sleep in till. Worst of all, it's the time at night that you want to keep the light at bay as much as possible, but it just keeps coming...
Yes, I do admit, part of me wishes for eternal darkness. Eternal darkness and full moons. And I suppose to live by a fores with a running stream that will forever catch the moonlight. No matter how Victorian I want to be, I'll always be a bodice lacin', ivy wreath wearin', may pole dancin' lass at heart.
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