10/10/10

HAPPY TEN-TEN-TEN EVERYBODY!

Ps- yesterday's entry. Did you notice how I like to make Axel suicidal? Don't ask why. I don't even know.

Olette had her ears pierced when she was five. In a chair of a Claires, a busty nineteen-year-old looming over her with a piercing gun. The sting and following tears. An hour in the bathroom, her mother trying to convince her to let them pierce her left ear.

She had her ears pierced again in 8th grade. A glance at Piercing Pagoda, and a questioning look in her mother's direction. No questions. No arguments.

Freshman year, she saw her ears in the side mirror, as her mom drove her home from school. And suddenly, she noticed just how much they stuck out from her head. At first her mom said no, but after getting a blessing from her tight laced aunt, she would up with the cartiledge of both ears pierced.

After lying to her friends for years about having a cousin that stabbed people for a living and pierced Olette's bellybutton Halloween, 7th grade, it finally happened for real. However, her skin wasn't too fond of it and it rejected, after a huge infection scare.

Sophomore year she got her first job. With her first paycheck, came a yearning for more piercings. After signing a contract with her mother, that she had no intention of keeping, she walked away with four new holes in her left ear.

That Thanksgiving, she had Namine over, to combat her hatered of her father's side of the family. After a shared glass and a half of disgusting white wine ("It's a sin to waste booze, Olette.") They turned up the ABC Family showing of Grease, and Namine pierced her right ear. She tried for herself and ended up chickening out, and forced Namine to finish the second one. And by the third one, she jabbed her lobe with a safety pin quicker than a bacon maker running from a hungry bear.

By the beginning of junior year, she had 6 new ones. Now she was crawling up into her cartilage, thought she was really just piercing the skin next to it, more so than the cartridge, it's self. Every time she bothered to change her earrings out, she found a new place that a piece of sparkle would just perfect. A safety pin and 5 minutes later, she was ready to pull her hair up and sleep on her back. Also, during the summer she convinced her mom to let her get her nose pierced. A new no-contract-contract was signed, and the guy who pierced her wore a Psychostick shirt. It was by far her best piercing experience to date.

In the middle of the year, she stumbled across a photo on the internet of her favorite singer and his bassist boyfriend sharing a lollypop. After fapping to it for a good hour, she decided that she needed to copy the redheaded singer and get her tongue pierced. This took a great deal more convincing, but it happened...after a few missed piercing appointments and a failed synchronization with her best friend with a vagina, Fuu. But it happened.-on a Monday she missed school. She showed up the next day starving, like she would be for pretty much the next week, barely existing on a diet of Winnie the Pooh baby food and salted chicken broth.

The night before Warped Tour, Kairi spent the night. Just like they'd done every year since middle school. As she straightened her hair, she decided she needed another hoop. Very close to her skull. When she was finished, she realized how she just barely missed an artery, and prayed for the first time in years.

The first day of school started with literally no sleep and the discovery of a very large, and very frightening spider on the pillow next to her. She figured that a new piercing might turn the day around, and added a new piercing to her lobe, right in between putting on eye shadow and putting on underwear. Less than 6 weeks later she pierced her lobes twice again, leaving her with 29. This was after she came to terms with the infection of her almost artery popping hoop and took it out… Two weeks after this incident, she pierced herself again, right before a night out with her mom. She walked out the door, sending a mobile update to Facebook. "32 piercings. I should stop, but I dun wanna." She didn't even realize she only had 31.