Changes
My mother brought me new nose rings from her trip to Guwahati - one stud and one ring. Being Indian, they're gaudier than I'm used to, but they're not *that* bad. The stud is (or should I say "was") a small gold flower. The ring is just five stones in a row, simple but shiney. Having never had a ring before, I put that in yesterday to try it out. It was much easier to put in than studs are, but I'm not sure I like it. I don't have a very "Indian" nose, and I think maybe it looks bad. My mom likes it. My dad hates it (though he hates my piercings in general). I can't decide.
Anyway, today I thought I'd try out the new stud, so after my shower, I took it out of its little box and leaned toward the mirror and struggled to find the piercing (Indian-made piercing jewelry is always thicker than I'm used to) and succeeded in
dropping the brand new gold stud down the sink.
Fabulous.
My mood was saved however by my hair, which is in the process of growing out and which I no longer brush or comb... or do anything else for that matter. Hair maintenance now consists of washing and towel-drying. Bigger and messier.
And here a picture from the Juggling Show, 25 February. Julia and me, with Geza and Sean's arm in the background.
And here the super-cheap guitar Brett stripped and I then hastily painted last summer.
I spent today reading a bad fantasy novel from my bookshelf. I think I always do this when I come to Texas. Will always have a soft spot for fantasy, I guess. I should read something more substantive probably. Oh well.
I also spent a fair amount of time at the piano - scales, old music, new music - even pulled out music from my voice lessons the last two years. And I released the Sarlaac, the beautiful bass guitar my friends pitched in to get me for my 21st birthday that I have yet to learn to play. I tried to drill an E-Major scale for a while, and now my fingers hurt.
On one hand it's fun to be doing this, keeping busy with things I (in the case of piano and voice anyway) studied in the past. On the other it just reminds me of how I'm not really good at anything. I feel like such a poser.
Julia's parents can be reassured that I have not lost weight, according to the bathroom scale, nor have I gained any. But I have been steadily losing muscle-tone since high school, since I stopped dancing and doing push-ups and crunches regularly. All the more obvious now because I am wearing the old clothes that stay in Texas, most of which bare the no longer "cute tummy" Hank told me I had when he pierced my navel four years ago in Chicago.
I'm so vain.
Anyway, today I thought I'd try out the new stud, so after my shower, I took it out of its little box and leaned toward the mirror and struggled to find the piercing (Indian-made piercing jewelry is always thicker than I'm used to) and succeeded in
dropping the brand new gold stud down the sink.
Fabulous.
My mood was saved however by my hair, which is in the process of growing out and which I no longer brush or comb... or do anything else for that matter. Hair maintenance now consists of washing and towel-drying. Bigger and messier.
And here a picture from the Juggling Show, 25 February. Julia and me, with Geza and Sean's arm in the background.
And here the super-cheap guitar Brett stripped and I then hastily painted last summer.
I spent today reading a bad fantasy novel from my bookshelf. I think I always do this when I come to Texas. Will always have a soft spot for fantasy, I guess. I should read something more substantive probably. Oh well.
I also spent a fair amount of time at the piano - scales, old music, new music - even pulled out music from my voice lessons the last two years. And I released the Sarlaac, the beautiful bass guitar my friends pitched in to get me for my 21st birthday that I have yet to learn to play. I tried to drill an E-Major scale for a while, and now my fingers hurt.
On one hand it's fun to be doing this, keeping busy with things I (in the case of piano and voice anyway) studied in the past. On the other it just reminds me of how I'm not really good at anything. I feel like such a poser.
Julia's parents can be reassured that I have not lost weight, according to the bathroom scale, nor have I gained any. But I have been steadily losing muscle-tone since high school, since I stopped dancing and doing push-ups and crunches regularly. All the more obvious now because I am wearing the old clothes that stay in Texas, most of which bare the no longer "cute tummy" Hank told me I had when he pierced my navel four years ago in Chicago.
I'm so vain.
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