Hey guys! Jacob and I celebrated our one year YouTube anniversary on January 17. To celebrate we made a little video just thanking everyone for their great support over the past year. We absolutely loved making videos and we will continue to do so (hopefully for a long time!) To support us, pleaseclick here to subscribe.
Hello everyone, like promised, I made a YouTube video about my cartilage piercing experience and today I have uploaded it. So I will leave it down below. Enjoy! If you have any other questions about my cartilage piercing, don’t shy away! :-)
When I got my skinny pig Pinkie, everyone told me that guinea pigs are herd animals so I needed another. Therefore, a month after I got Pinkie, I got Peanut from a breeder. And it was hate at first sight with the two of them. Maybe once or twice did they have a good moment, when they were scared or something. But 99% of the time they were biting each other, scratching, rumbling, rubbing their butts everywhere so their scent overpowers, etc. It was horrible. Nightly I would get woken up by that familiar, “BRRRR . . .” and then when attacking, “MEEP MEEP MEEP!” I couldn’t do it anymore, I wanted Pinkie and Peanut to be happy so I gave Peanut away. I will miss him, he was born February 16 2015 and I got him in April a month after getting Pinkie. However it wasn’t too hard to get rid of him, I’m sad to say; I never formed an emotional attachment to him. Luckily though, the people who bought him constantly send me photos of him. He looks really happy in his new cage! Plus there’s a skinny pig next door in the cage beside him named Phoebe. Possible girlfriend, perhaps? (Sorry, Pinkie. No girlfriend for you.) Maybe I will see you again one day, Peanut. Long live the skinny pigs! (Or stinky pigs, as I call them.)
It’s not that I hate concert themselves because I think that they are absolutely awesome. Loud music, live action, a fun event. I mean, what’s not to like, really? Personally, I haven’t been to many concerts in my life (mostly due to my location) but for the ones I have, I stay for maybe two songs then leave. Why, you may ask? All my life, I have had really sensitive ears. When I was little I couldn’t even attend fireworks. (If you’ve seen my last post, you know now that I have gotten over that.)
Earplugs just don’t cut it. I just can’t go to concerts. Now, I’m not sure if it’s just music I don’t care for or what, but it really sucks hating concerts. My ears burn, I get a migraine, and my body tenses up. I feel really stressed and have anxiety attacks. It’s just too loud for me.
Now, the weird part is, I can listen to music with headphones for hours per day on full blast. Isn’t that odd? So how come concerts make me have full on panic attacks?
I want to get over this because I think concerts would be a lot of fun. Maybe one day my eardrums will adapt to these situations. Until then, I guess I shall just blare my music on my iPod.
This is very late because the fireworks were in June. But I remembered that last year I made a post about them, and how can you not? Fireworks are awesome, they’re definitely worth posting about. This year, it was raining the day of and many thought they’d have to postpone it. Luckily, the rain stopped just hours before, but they had to make it at nine instead of ten. Therefore it was still pretty light outside which took away the dramatic effect, but the fireworks were still awesome nonetheless. Yes, they still had cool shapes this year, like smiley faces and hearts. And yes, the ending was actually better than the other years. It sounded like a million gunshots going off at once for at least a minute, it was pretty intense. The people made me think of myself as a young child, covering my ears to protect them from the loud noise. Hey, it was pretty loud.
Then a couple of days later, we went back downtown to go to the carnival. I actually forced myself to go on a big ride (after hours of debating). It was very fun. Fun rides, good company, nice scenery, and tasty food (and the best cherry lemonade you’ll ever have).
Summer is really fun so far! My boyfriend and I are extremely excited to go to Florida in August. Maybe some of you know why. 😉
I hope you’re all having a great summer so far! Stay safe and have fun! xx
Even just reading this blog’s title makes me feel happy inside. This is the moment I’ve been counting down the days until (literally) ever since I was fifteen with my friends. Seriously. We were like twenty year olds being forced into high school. We didn’t belong. We felt so different, felt more mature than everyone else, like we were all just ready to move on to the next chapter of our lives. Well, we made it, ladies!
My first year of high school, I absolutely loved it. Like, abnormally loved it. Everyone thought I was so weird. So did I, considering I hated school. But grade nine was different. Then hits grade ten, and my personality did like a total shift within two weeks and suddenly, bam, new person, more mature, and just ready to leave. I hated it so much that half the day I was schooled from home (online courses) and I loved that. It made me feel like I was in college, being able to leave during the day and making my own hours. It rocked. That was in grade eleven. Come grade twelve, I felt like I already left high school years ago. I think if I was to suffer with all those teens during school for six hours a day, I would’ve probably formed a flash mob at the graduation from being so happy. But it was just kinda like, “Meh. Mentally I was out of high school when I was fifteen, physically for half days when I was sixteen and seventeen, and now fully out. Yay.” Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy. NO MORE HIGH SCHOOL. FOREVER. It feels like just yesterday I went up to my friend Jimela (by the way, you never let did “Meh meh meh Neptune” like promised Jimela!) and we would just pretty much cry to each other, “Only eight hundred and thirty two days to go!” It’s kinda almost surreal that it’s actually done. I’m very happy writing this right now.
Another plus side is, no more waking up really early for high school anymore! You guys have no idea how many times I did this in the morning, face and all:
Also, I feel like I looked better for grad than I did for prom. Make up or what, I don’t know. What do you think?
Well loves, it’s time for me to go beddy-bye. But thanks for taking the time to read. Now I have blue skies ahead of me. Summertime is going to absolutely rock and so is next year! No high school! 😀 I shall miss my friends dearly but with today’s technology, I think we will be just fine. Also, I just gotta ask: how far are you in your education?