Saturday, September 18, 2010 ‚ô•
i pierced it.
I pierced it.
my belly button.
took me forever to get myself to the store and actually jab a needle through.
But I'm glad I did it, cause I really like it.
So here's the story:
All morning, butterflies were making babies in my stomach. I was so nervous. Then my mom and I went to the store in Main Street. It's lame how your legal guardian has to be present if you're planning to get a piercing...if you're under 18. So lame. Well then my mom went and we picked out the ring I wanted. Then they led me into the "room" where I had to lay down. The guy that pierced me had a sanitary mask on so I couldn't see what he looked like. He had long hair and a rather tall and scrawny body. But then he told me to stand up and basically, he went down on me. NOT WHAT YOU THINK. He had to go on his knees while I was standing...which I don't think my asian mother was very comfortable with. But he marked things up and stuff, then told me to lay down. At this point, I think my mom had sort of a panic attack. But then he put on his gloves and whipped out two scary looking tools. One of which looks like something you would see in a surgical procedure. He clamped the top fold of my belly button with some clamping tool and proceeded to stare awkwardly at me. I assumed he was waiting for my nod. And so I motioned for my mom to walk over so I could squeeze her hand. MORAL SUPPORT. But she insisted to remain in the corner because she didn't really want to witness some stranger jab a needle through my skin. But she finally came over anyway. He then whips out this needle 35 TIMES BIGGER THAN A NORMAL LOOKING NEEDLE. That sort of made my mom felt like she was on the verge of passing out. He told me to take a deep breath in and as I exhaled, I felt this sharp pain that lasted approximately 1/2 a second. Kind of like someone just shot you. It was definitely a lot better than what I had anticipated. The pain was about a 4 on a scale of 1-10. It wasn't bad at all.
@ 6:53 PM
