I'm so blessed

I have not always been fortunate in finding quality friends. In middle school, I didn't have friends. Period. In high school, my friends changed every year. My first year of college I met an amazing lady, my Crista (Cree-stuh), and that was it.

As things with Jarre ended, I became more and more aware that I really only had like 2 friends. I didn't think I needed them, I had a soul mate. Anyhoo, I got lucky this time, I found Jen.

I'm going to be honest, the first time I saw her I was positive I would dislike her. Boy o boy was I wrong. She pretty much adopted me. I went to school to talk to her about life and learn from her experience and to tell her about what I was going through. I worked hard so she'd be proud of my wrinkly brain. If it weren't for Jen, I would've dropped, or failed, out of community college. It follows suit then that I call her Mom and her amazing fiance Tristica (TK) is my Dad.

TK makes sure I am comfortable in my own skin and aware of how awesome I am. She scares off disastrous dates (funny story, I'll tell you later). And she is getting the most rad Father's day card ever.

Through them, I met Alli, an awesome mom who has mad me toast and tea the past two days and lets me play with her adorable children. She's such a cool chickadee and shares my loves of baking and cooking. She's so down to Earth and sweet and quirky and generally amazing.

And all these people, including Crista (who I skipped over a bit only because she needs a full post to herself) and others not mentioned, are my friends and family. I'm so lucky to have finally found my people in life and my place in the world both with these glorious people and my piercing friends.

I really wanna sound like a Hallmark card and use something semi-poetic to describe finding myself by finding a home but it's just too corny.

Dorothy said it best, "There's no place like home."
Goodnight friends.

Ugh

RIP Tragus piercings.

I had to take them out. They were very important to me, I got them to help get over boy, you see.



This is a sad story so I must tell.
Jarre, the aforementioned boy, and I were together for over 2 and a half years. I loved with with every ounce of my being. I gave him everything I could, often meaning I gave him something instead of doing something for myself. His family loved me, still does. My family loved him, def does not anymore. We had just taken our first class together and spent hours afterwards discussing our plans to move out, marry and procreate. We were beautiful together and couldn't wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Or so I thought. But then, literally the next day I called him after class and he told me he didn't know if he could be wth me anymore. I gave him years of my life and essentially get dumped over the phone. I spent the next week in agony as he tried to decide whether or not we could try to fix things. And what did he do? He not only left me, he blamed me for it. The next day I went to see my favorite piercer Dana to get some new shinies in my traguses (tragi?).



I still don't know exactly what I want or need or am ready for. But I know that I deserve more than Jarre is capable of giving me.

I have started dating again.
Good night, keep loving.

You know what really grinds my gears?

Yesterday as I was hanging out with a couple new friends, I over heard a woman and her daughter discussing college (ASU specifically). I intend to transfer to ASU so I figured I'd jump in. The fees those awful institutions of higher learning charge people! This woman had to pay $75 to walk around orientation with her child. And then, just to sign up for classes, not to attend school, not to buy a book but to sit down with someone while they click about 6 buttons to sign up for classes cost ANOTHER $250. What the fuck? That's so ridiculous. How the hell can we as a society expect for those in our community to educate themselves beyond high school if they have to pay for something new and heinous every time they turn around? And text books! As if one doesn't pay enough for tuition, lab fees, parking permits, and an ID then they make you buy books costing easily over $100 used, sometimes requiring multiple books per class, but it's ok because you can sell it back at the end of the semester for $4. Ridiculous.

And my friends, is my rant of the day.

In other news though, I got both of my nostrils pierced today and they look fuckin gorgeous. I have tiny little faceted opal studs and they're soooooo pretty. I thought adding more opal would make me like my septum ring with the opal bead a bit more, but sadly, it did not. Thus, I decided to change it back to my seamless ring and it hurt so much and bled. Again. Gross. Marilyn (the lovely lady responsible for all my new and replaced nose shinies) spent so much time in my nose. It was weird but definitely a bond experience.

What about you, random reader? Do you have any piercings? Or questions about piercings? Or are you an Arizonan looking for a good piercer?

I don't know what to do with my life right now. I don't know what I want as far as dating or even if I want to date. I don't know how much school I want, or whether I wanna take a semester off. I know I want to be selfish right now and that's it.

On that rather morose note, I think I'll close.
May the force be with you, reader.

Fancy meeting you here

Hi. I'm Julia and this is my blog that you're reading right now.
I don't know that I have a specific idea as to where this is going but I really just feel like writing and who knows? Maybe someone (you, perhaps) will find me utterly fascinating.
I hope so.

Anyway, a bit about myself?
I'm getting my bachelors degree in psychology. Figuring out why people are who they are, understanding the way their mind works and what makes them tick is so fascinating to me. I want to be a psychologist eventually but it won't happen for years. Psych is my passion but school is sorta my nemesis. I wish the two could be mutually exclusive but sadly, no. Turns out people don't want to entrust their minds with folks too lazy for school. Who knew?

My favorite hobby right now is body modification. Lately I've been focusing on piercings, which is heavily influenced by my friendships with pretty much the entire staff of my favorite piercing studio HTC. To date I've been pierced 17 times including my brand new shiny conch piercings that I got just this afternoon. I also have a few tattoos, 3 to be specific. This summer though, I will be adding to my collection with a whole new form of modification, or at least new to me. Of course I mean scarification. for those who don't know, this entails the cutting and sometimes removal of skin to intentionally create a scar in a design of some sort. I will be getting filigree on both sides of my torso starting at right about side boob and going down to right in front of my hip bones.

Right now I work as an instructor's assistant at a school for children with autism. My job is fulfilling and awesome but can sometimes get a little physically intense. I'll probably bitch about this injury or that sore limb semi-regularly but again, love my job. The kids I work with are such beautiful amazing little people and we sing at work! What more can I girl ask for, right?

Well my friends, the hour is late and I must wake relatively early for the aforementioned job.
I hope this finds you well.