Birthday yesterday, and stuff.
Back from London since a bit more than a week. I was gonna write about the trip more in depth here, but I’ve been unusually depressed ever since I got back, and now it seems kinda pointless. I might make some separate entries about separate stuff I did later, we’ll see.
So yeah, as I said, I’ve been horribly depressed the last week. I’m a bit better now, hoping to stay better. Yesterday was my birthday, it was OK. Nothing spectacular, but hey, it never is. My grandparents came over for lunch and cake, and that was about it. Got presents of course, though very few compared to what I usually get since my mum paid for quite a lot of stuff in London and told me to consider that early birthday gifts. Works for me. Oh, and I sound fucking ungrateful, I know. Anyway I did get a gold necklace since it was my 20th birthday. Mum and my grandparents bought it together - mum bought the pendant and my grandparents bought the chain. I’m generally not fond of gold jewellery, but this works as it’s not a pendant made of pure gold, but mainly stones. (Topaz, amethyst and aquamarine to be exact.)
Here’s a pic of just the pendant, as I hadn’t received the chain yet when I took it:
I also got a ring, and there’s a story behind it. Apparently my grandpa gave grandma a ring long ago, with a white gem (probably a moonstone, but not confirmed), and she somehow lost it. She was very sad about it, so grandpa bought her a new ring, with an aquamarine. One day when my mum was around 4-5, she was playing with grandma’s gloves, and the new ring fell out. It had gotten caught in the glove when grandma took it off. Grandma promised mum that she would give her the ring when she was older, and when mum was around 12 she got it. Now the ring is too small for mum, so yesterday she gave it to me. It’s really not my type of ring, and it’s almost too small for me as well, but I’ll sure keep it and treasure it, because I love when stuff wanders in the family like that.
Picture:
In other news, I’m going to get my industrial checked up on soon, probably beginning of next week. I don’t know shit about piercings, but by my own judgement it’s healing exceptionally well. I haven’t had any blood at all since I got back from London (and when I did before that, it was just minimal amounts of dried blood). It’s slightly sore, but I can sleep on it and have been able to do that for at least a week. I keep hearing that industrials should take 3-9 months to heal, and up to a year if you’re unfortunate, but I really can’t see how this is going to take 2,5 months more. I guess it has to be some stuff inside the ear that I can’t actually see, or even feel for that matter. Oh, on the subject of this, I haven’t regret cutting my hair even for a second. I thought I would regret it SO HARD for the first few weeks, but it feels awesome, even despite Simon being an ass about it. Newsflash: Since you dumped me and became a general ass, it’s none of your business.