night and day

This weekend, I pierced my ear. Well, I didn't, of course, but I went and had it done. Upper left. I've wanted it for a while, and finally did it. Next on the list is a tattoo. I think. Not very big, and on the small of my back. I've even found a reputable tattoo artist, which is good because I wasn't sure about going to some hole in the wall and having it done by a cigarette-weilding guy named Moe. Not that I have any issues with guys named Moe, but well, I've never had one before and I want it done right. I don't know anything about tattoos. The one I want, and I haven't found a picture that I like yet, is of the sun and a crescent moon in one. It's hard to describe, but if I find a picture, I'll post it. My roommate was aghast at the idea of a tattoo, and even a friend, tho' while she admitted that she'd thought about it, hasn't quite gotten past the idea of its permanence. Of course, the friend who was horrified, also felt that she was too old to get her ear pierced, and she is two years younger than I. Anyway, nothing's definite. I have to find the picture first.

I also bought a bed. Apparently, I'm into changes, which is good. I think I need to make some changes in my "old" life. In some ways, it's hard to be back because things are different, I'm different, and I can't really go back to how I was before, nor do I want to. In fact, I've been told by a friend, one who is very frank so I believe them, that they much preferred the "new" me, or rather, as I feel is the case, the more "real" me, the one I'm finally letting out. It wasn't meant as an insult, so I didn't take it as one; it's as if someone complimented your new haircut and you took it to mean that they didn't like your old style.