It's snowing outside. We're supposed to get 3-5 inches tonight. Go away winter. How much longer until spring is here? I want the temperature to go above 40 degrees. I'd wear flip flops and a tank top if it reached 40 degrees. Goulet. I'd turn on the air if it got to 50 degrees. I'd call it a heat wave if it reached 60 degrees.
Emily needed to go to the piercing place to get a new nose ring yesterday, and since she had to go anyways, I wanted to get something else pierced. So I went with the most badass piercing I could think of - my tragis. You all know what a tragis is, don't you? I knew before I asked the piercer, I swear. EVERYONE knows where their tragis is. Did you know you have 2 tragises? (or tragi? I don't know the plural). For all of you douches who don't know, your tragis on your ear. It's not the lobe, or your cartilage, it's the little thing that sticks out from your head, I guess you could say. I don't know how to describe it. Kinda right above the hangy-lobe part. I'm so descriptive. Goulet. I had the following conversation with my mom:
Me - Mom, I got something else pierced today. My eyebrow.
Mom - Jesus Christ Kate, are you serious? Why would you do that to yourself? You need to save your money, not spend it on piercings.
Me - I'm kidding. I did get something pierced, but not my eyebrow. I got my tragis pierced.
Mom - What the hell is your tragis?
Me - (I try to explain it)
Mom - Well don't get anything else. I'm gonna start making you pay for you own bills, if you have money to get things pierced.
Me - Ok, ok, I won't get anything else pierced. Well except for my nipple next week.
Mom - Oh Kate! That hurts me just to think about that!
Mom's not a fan of the nipple piercings. Who knew? But what I do know is that tragis is my new favorite word. I wish it had a better meaning so I could retort to everthing, "Your face is a tragis." Not like the-making-no-sense part will stop me, but still. Why did they make such a cool word have such a lame meaning. And who knew that part of your ear had a name anyways? Learn something new everyday. Goulet. It hurt like a bitch though to get pierced. My friend Diana called me a "sally" because she didn't think it hurt. Screw you Diana.
Last thing about my parents: Friday night I got a text message from my dad that said: "Ha Ha Mom and I are at the Yanni concert and you're not. Love Dad." So I sent back, "I'm jealous! Extremely jealous. Have fun being old people. Love, Kate." Is this what I have to look forward to when I'm 50 years old? Yanni concerts? Really? Goulet. I better enjoy these next 30 years then, cause it's all Yanni concerts from there on.
I'm surprised I'm still up right now. Friday night, I drank too much wine and passed out at 10:00 pm. Then I woke up at 2:30 and couldn't go back to sleep until 6:30. Saturday night, again, drank too much wine and was alseep by 11:00 pm. Then I woke up at 5:30 and couldn't go back to bed until 11:30 this morning. What the fuck is that. Usually I'm the master at going back to bed right away, but God must hate me this weekend. There was an Indiana Jones marathon on today though, so that made up for lost sleep. Plus Toy Story 2 was on later. The gods were smiling on me then. Good lord I have a boring life. I can't wait for Thursday. I'm outta heeeeeere for three days. Goulet, bitches.