Four and stretching - 2004-01-02 - 9:28 p.m.

The New Year's party went well. Surprisingly well. Only a few things went wrong with it. One thing: I was interrupted twice during sex, and since I don't have a door with a lock, I was forced to put a chair on it, and Elijah broke through it at one point. Luckily he didn't see me naked. But yeah.

Shade's brother Andrew came. He seems like a cool guy, but has this weird mental illness that makes him act pretty fucked.

I want to make this short, so I'll try. My girlfriend convinced me to go socialize, which I wasn't planning on. And it worked. I had a really good time.

Before the countdown we all gathered around the living room, where Shade was asking us what our New Year's resolutions were.

"Seb, what's your New Year's resolution?"

"THREE PENISES!" I yelled while holding three fingers up. Everyone laughed, some people got it and most people just figured I said it cause I was drunk. Which I was.

At 1 am my girlfriend's stepdad picked her up. So I got drunker. At 4 I went to bed and tried to go to sleep. Before I could fall asleep I was startled by a loud noise. Some guy had jumped into my bed with me and was trying to sleep.

"Hey, who the FUCK are you?"

"Hey, it's me Andrew. I needed a place to sleep."

"Here, have some covers and shit. Haha."

"Yeah, it was dark and I thought you were a girl cause of your long hair."

He then got up and asked to use the bathroom next to my room. I told him it was locked so he couldn't use it. He knocked on the door desperately and Aaron opened it for him. I asked him if he was sick. His answer was no.

Then he violently threw up everywhere in the bathroom. The toilet, the movies, the floor. We had a box of movies next to the toilet for "safekeeping." So much for that.

He cleaned up most of it, so it was cool. But yeah.

Today I really felt like getting my navel pierced at 6 or 8 gauge. So I convinced Aaron to take me and my girlfriend to the studio that my friend Tyler works at in Burlington. It was good to see him again. I was informed that my anatomy wasn't suitable for a navel piercing. Piercing it anyway would have put a large chance of it rejecting on it.

So I decided to get my lobes scalpelled. My old tunnels were so filthy with black shit from my past negligences (I had cleaned my lobe piercings with Lens Plus saline solution, which has boric acid in it) that it took about 3 hours for them to be totally clean.

Aaron got impatient. My girlfriend was constantly hyper. She was scared of meeting him, but ended up liking him instantly.

"You ready?" "Yeah. Wait. One sec."

I took a giant dump. My girlfriend put elastics in my hair so that it wouldn't get in the way, and I thought I looked like a moron. Everyone laughed at me.

I came back and was actually ready. I laid myself down horizontally and prepared myself for the worst. He got his scalpels ready and marked where he would do the incisions.

My girlfriend sat next to me during the whole procedure. Aaron was reading a nintendo magazine in the waiting room.

He started cutting. Blood trickled down to the back of my neck. A lot of it. Aaaaaaaaaah, I thought. Not the screaming kind of aaah. The kind when you lay down in a bath aaaah.

It hurt way less than I anticipated. About halfway into the whole thing Tyler told me, "You know, I look at the people outside and think about how they have no idea that we do shit like this. When I got my branding it was all I thought about. Someone looks at you, and they don't know shit about what you went through to look the way you do."

I thought it was a really cool thing to say. I paid him and gave him a huge tip.

I have to stop spending money. I discovered today that I am 600 dollars shorter than I thought I was. So I have to start working again, and also start saving up.

But I've got my 4 gauge lobes back, so I don't care.

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