I’ve been lately getting a bit of hassle on the way to work night shifts, usually just some heckling, a guy getting snarkey when I say I’ve got a boyfriend etc…
On the way back from a friends house in Hulme late the other night I was stood at the bus stop, a group of 3 men walked by, one shouted “free hugs!” I said “no thanks”, One leered “Free kiss!” I said “Fuck off” then he said “Free fuck” and they all came closer backing me into the corner of the bus shelter, I then shoved past them and ran back to my friends house. This played on my mind a bit but I tried to forget about it…
Two days later I was walking to work, some men had called something over to me, I sped up, one was running behind me shouting for me to wait, I started jogging, I felt a hand on my shoulder, heard him shout “Wait a minute” and I lashed out, the memory of the men in hulme in mind I just started screaming my head off and shoving him, the poor guy just stared at me whilst I shrieked and kicked “GETFUCKINGAWAYFUCKINGBREAKYOURFACEIFYOUTOUCHME…etc” then noticed the guy was just staring at me with raised eyebrows. Turns out I had dropped my purse and he was just running behind me to give it back.
I know why I did it. I know it was just a combination of recent experiences making me on edge and irrational. But I feel pretty bad about it! I bet the dude wished he had just kept my purse. No good deed goes unpunished.
my necks feeling loads better, still stiff and sore but much better than yesterday. Probably going to go into work tomorrow night as I cant afford to take more time off as I’m in London, piercing, next week.
Daisy has been to the vets and has been diagnosed as clinically obese! she has to lose 4kg which is almost a third of her body weight! Little porker, she is also scheduled to have a doggy abortion in 2 weeks which I’ve got a lot of conflicting feelings about :S
So I was at training, playing red to red, lined myself up to take out the jammer going at full pelt, the last thing I remember is thinking this is gonna be an awesome hit.
And then I opened my eyes and I was on the floor with a bunch of people around me, my glasses had flown off, everything was blurry, someone told me not to move, so of course I immediately tried to get up and I felt this huge stabbing pain at the back of my head and neck. I had this awful moment of over-dramatic terror and promptly burst into tears.
Luckily I am fine, I felt floopy afterwards, Tori kept an eye on me for a concussion, my neck, back and shoulder are stiff and painful to move but the whiplash should subside in a few days.. I got off really lucky. My helmet is fucked and is now frosted in the paint it managed to crack/scrape off the wall upon impact. But my lovely housemate is painting me a new helmet which I’m very excited about.
I begin being taught to pierce by the one and only Lestyn Flye.
I was originally going to go on a less-than-reputable Pierce Artist Course. I was dubious about this and mentioned it my lovely friend Deryn whist being tattoo’d by her at Diving Canvas, and the lovely powers of fate then resulted in Lestyn offering to teach me instead. If you haven’t heard of him then give him a google, he is an incredibly talented and reputable body modification artist.
I can’t believe how lucky I am; that we happened to be there on that day, that Lestyn was willing to give me a chance, that Deryn was there to vouch for me. I feel blessed.
It will be done on a month by month basis as I live on the opposite side of the country to London, I will be going up there to learn a part of the body at a time, coming back to my studio to practice and then going down there every few weeks over a period of 6 months or so.
I’m hoping once I’m schooled on piercing I can save up some money and continue with Lestyn to learn about scarification and heavier mods.
This is a line of work I have been trying to break into for years, It’s the opportunity to train for a job I’ve wanted since I was 13 years old and first discovered BMEzine.
deciding i was pretty was the best thing that i ever did
one day i was just like
fuck this im pretty
and i was
i’m reblogging this twice because this is probably the truest statement I’ve ever come across. And it holds power and ability for every person struggling within themselves. use this because it will make a difference in your life.
An accordion appeared in my room. No note or anything, locked in a case I couldn’t get open, I was deeply confused. And then a lovely phone call from my friend James (Go check out Crywank right this second). The accordion is for me! I’ve wanted one for years!
Not only that but it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It’s a Geraldo. All gold, the base of it is glitter gold with diamonte detailing,marble effect gold keys and an ornately carved gold grill. It is stunning. What an awesome present!
I’ve been feeling so down all week this has really perked me up, not only that but thanks to another lovely friend baking me come cannabutter cheer up cookies, I actually had a good nights sleep last night.
Now to start swotting up on some music theory.