Yeah... Fail.

Fail is my new favourite word.

And I think it pretty much sums up my recent life. I'm just being an absolute, total, failure. Drinking at 11am. Cutting. Drinking at 1pm. Getting stoned. Going out getting trashed. Sleeping in my make-up. Waking up with glazed eyes and empty mind.

Boyfriend has now gone AWOL. Hasn't replied to texts for 2 days. I know he wouldn't deliberately blank me. Last I saw him he was heading to work about two hours late. Maybe his boss killed him. God, I'm the most paranoid crazy bitch on the planet. He probably just ran out of credit. Always think of the obvious reasons first, please.

School is ok though. Which is strange. I'm a bit behind through being a lazy 'ho, but never mind. I'm not failing yet, I usually turn up to lessons, and I'm not universally hated. So really, good going.

And now for the bestest thing. I got my lip pierced on Saturday! A ring on the right side of my bottom lip. My lip is still a bit swollen. I think that it was the most painful piercing that I've had so far, in that I nearly actually tensed while it was being done. No, the actual stabbing isn't what hurts. The annoying bit is later, when you have to wait for your skin to heal and accept that a piece of metal now lives in it.

My cosin Ali came round on Saturday. Actually, Friday, but I was out with Dave then so I didn't see him. So Saturday night we went down pub so Ali could see the rubbishness that is Belper on a Saturday night. Well it was all OK. Managed to get quite drunk. Ali pulled a girl called Sarah. Then that twat Joe Mills burned Ali's hand with a fag. For jokes. Yeah... that's really funny.

So Ali was pissed off, and we went home, to where my brother's movie night gathering had turned into 2 very ill kids puking up vodka. And 3 kids happy. Well, Ali decided that it was time to begin the party, so got out a couple of beers, and then proceeded to attack and molest everybody. In a comic and friendly way. Alice, my brother's girl, is really funny when she's drunk. She kept punching people by accident. Then my brother's other mate came back and passed out. Of course, we then drew on his face. But no, Ali had to go further than this, and started to feel up the dead guy's crotch. 'OMG, feel this, he's got a semi-on!' He didn't wake up. Then, Ali put a condom on the guy's cock. And he still didn't wake up. And then, Ali put pubes on his mouth. And we left the poor guy sleeping in happy innocence. The next morning was quite funny.

Body Modification

Yes. Tattoos, piercings, scarifications. I'm making plans, darlings. Here's a list:

• Tongue pierced 2 more times
• Lip pierced with a ring on the left side (possibly both sides)
• Tattoo - star outline behind right ear
• Tattoo/scarification on left side of ribs
• Tattoo of a frog someplace
• Nose ring or stud
• Nipple piercing? Or somewhere worse? Do I dare?

In all that lot will cost about 300 pounds. (For some reason, my keyboard doesn't make the pound symbol. When I press that button, it gives me a #. And when I press the # key, I get a \.)

I know that being a walking freakshow will likely make me unemployable. But hey, look at all the people who want to give me work now. Yeah. Like they even bothered to reply to my applications. I don't need to work. I don't need money. Except to pay for clothes. And shampoo. And hair dye. And piercings. And tattoos. Wow, my plan is so flawed. Let's go!

Tongue Pierced

Oh yesh. I got my tongue pierced on Friday. I love it.

You can feel the needle squidging through your tongue. It stings a bit, but nothing like real pain.
Later though, your tongue swells up and you can't eat properly. Fun, no?

My parents hate my piercing. I think disgusted is the word. But I don't care. I love it.