A nice end to a horrible break.

I did something the other day. I got my lip pierced. It actually took a lot to get it done. Well, to find a place that will do it.

First, we went to a place where my friend got her tattoos. The piercer guy wasn't there and wee needed to get a notary. A notary is pretty much a thing showing that I am really who I say I am and mt mom is really my mom. There was also the possibility that they wouldn't do it since I'm not sixteen. We ended up going to this place down the street from my house. The notary was there and everything.

You know, I thought it would hurt. Like hurt so bad I cried. It didn't hurt at all. I chose to get a barbell put in it because I heard about those being better about infections.

I don't think I'm ever going to get anything else done there. It was smelly and didn't really look clean. It reminded me of my grandma's house. At least I know he was using a clean needle. I saw him take it out. I'm going to the place I actually wanted to get it next time. I got the paper so my mom could get the notary, but she threw it away. That place was nice.