Even Steven

I think titles are really important. I'm pretty sure that most people will say the same thing. Whenever I read poems or papers, stories, or whatever.. I pay attention to titles first. I sit and ponder and try to guess on what I am about to read.
So, I sat and pondered for about 4 hours on my title before I started writing. I really had to come up with one that went in sync with my "new" thing. I say new "thing" not in the plural sense because this "new" thing has made me loose my train of thought on everything else that I've been attempting. While I haven't made the biggest effort that I have before, writing papers for school comes first.. Shoot! School really does become a drag sometimes.. So my title is basically stating that I'm even Steven with my blog writing so far. I don't even care how behind I am, or the fact that I haven't done things every single day.. Because this new thing I tried was HORRENDOUS!!!!! And I deserve a freaking medal for this one..

I cant even believe I'm going to write about this, and I'm going to apologize right now to the elders in my life that are about to read this because it's not something that you talked about back in the day. So, Mom and Dad, please excuse me. Its for the blog though.. hahahaa!

For about six months, I might even say a year, my friend Rose has attempted numerous times to put the bug in my ear to do this new thing. Not a real big deal, and probably normal for most, but I cant say that I've ever done it. I surely haven't been dying to get it done either. So, I made my appointment for today, a non-school day, to just get it over with. I desperately needed a new thing, and this was a perfect one. Besides, I'm tired of shaving all the time anyway.

I'm hoping you caught that magic word.. 'shaving'.. If you still cant figure it out, I sentenced myself to a bikini wax.. Yes, a BIKINI WAX!!!! .... YIKES!!!!!!!!! Actually, not even a bikini wax, I got a BRAZILLIAN WAX!!! For those of you who don't know what that is, I basically paid someone to viciously rip every single one of my pubic hairs directly out from my skin with hot freaking wax! Oh my gawd! I cannot even explain the pain I went through today!! I'm not very embarrassed to be half naked around other women, especially if I know it is already something they do for a living. Once you've seen one, you've seen them all.. So the embarrassment was the least of my worries. I had already explained to the lady, which happens to be the owner, (I think) Andrea, that I was really really nervous because I heard that it was pretty high up there on the pain scale. Most times, I can deal with pain too. I've been allergic to aspirin since I was about 17 years old, so if I get sick, have a headache, break my hand, whatever, I do most things pain-killer free, because my face and tongue will swell up and I would have to be rushed to the emergency room. Ask my mom, she's had first hand experience.. hahaha!! Sorry Mom, it's that voodoo-that-you-do..-Back to my story, I figured, well, I could probably deal with this, besides, I get my eyebrows waxed all the time.. That hurts too, but I keep on going back for more, so I'm pretty sure I can do this. I'll tell you what, I would rather get a full body tattoo than to ever do that again!!! Another lesson learned!! YIKES!!!!
This poor lady, had to sit there and try to work as fast as she could because I couldn't stop laughing. That is how bad it hurt!! I was hysterical! Couldn't breathe, laughing, snorting, shouting out "JESUS!" every time she ripped a new section. Its like my body couldn't do anything else but send out laughing fits, and screams in between the hot flashes I was getting. I haven't sweat that much since I don't know when.. But man! I was covered in sweat! My back was wet, under my boobs, my hair was wet, even my face was soaked, but I couldn't tell what was sweat from my forehead, and what was tears coming out from my eyes. She of course, laughed with me, I'm sure because I looked absolutely ridiculous, but she was a really really good sport about my fits. All I have to say is WOW. I cant even look at her handy work either. I'm so scared that there's going to be scabs of where my skin used to be. Even after hours later, I still feel like I have a fire in my crotch. Seriously, no shit. I had errands to run too after that but I could barely walk out of the salon correctly. Let alone walk around trying to get things done. I had to immediately go home and have seat. It took me a good 2 hours to work up the bravery to go out in public for fear that I would look like I was riding in a saddle all day.

So here we are. EVEN STEVEN. Tomorrow is a new day, and I will once again, try to do new things every day, because this time, I cannot even think about doing something crazy just to be able to update my blog. This is insane!