Crack Your Skull

Another day down, another few hours closer to getting out of here and getting up the mountain. I won't lie. I'm really looking forward to this holiday. I can't wait to get up the mountain again, breathe the cold air, pelt as fast as I can down the slopes, look out over magnificent vistas and to feel the blood pumping through my veins. It's going to be awesome.

I wish that there were more to write about, but there isn't. Last night I discovered that my nipple was swollen with blood and pus. I expelled both from the piercing, and this morning I took the bar out. I'm not sure what has caused it to flair up. Perhaps I haven't been taking enough care of it. Perhaps the bar is slightly too small, aggravating the area and causing a small tear. I don't know. Anyways, I'm going to leave it out for a couple of days, wait for it to clear up, then I might think about putting it back in. My nipple is now mis-shapen. I don't know if I will leave it out permanently. No-one really sees it, and that's kind of why I like it, but if no-one ever sees it, what is the point? When I first got it, I just wanted to see if I could handle the pain, and I could. Maybe I should let it close over again, then get it pierced again. It certainly hurt like a bitch, but sometimes pain isn't a bad thing. It can be your friend. Maybe I just need to start being a self-harmer. Get into mutilation. Somehow I don't think that this is such a good idea though.

This afternoon I bought a bee sting home to have for afternoon tea. I would have to say that the bee sting is one of my favourite treats to buy from the bakery. They're awesome. The custard, the slithers of nut, the bun. They really are delicious.

My iPod is really giving me the shits at the moment. I'm pretty sure that there is something wrong with it. In fact I know that there is. It won't sync up with anything, and it's not even recognised as an iPod anymore. I can't even reset it. I'm worried that if I take it into the store, they'll reset it and it won't be ready for my trip. I guess I can live with it the way that it is for the next little while. Why can't I just be satisfied with what I have? Short attention span I guess.

I'm reading a book by Bryce Courtenay at the moment. It's called Brother Fish. It's proving to be alot like other Bryce Courtenay books I've read. Long winded, very involved with in-depth descriptions for everything. Why use 15 words to describe something when you can use a page? I'm not complaining, it's pretty enjoyable, it's just that it's thicker than a brick. There's that short attention span again.