Perils of the Nose

So, as some of you know but others I may have just presumed you know but you actually don't, I have a pierced nose. Yes, I know it's shocking, but it's true.
I got it pierced in Montreal on March 1st, or 2nd, (John would know for sure). And since then, I have managed to keep it and not have my nostril torn in two! That makes me happy. (Funny enough, getting my nose pierced hurt WAY more than getting my eyebrow piercedwho knew?)
I started out with a lovely and expensive green jewel which is lost somewhere in Gwen's house, then I switched to swirly thingie, than to this red stud, but on the second day the red part fell out leaving this ugly dot, but the thing is, the last two were both bars, which are really painful to get in and out, I mean, really really painful. So anyways, I figured no worry, and left the ugly dot in my nose cause well, ow.
So anyhoo, I picked up some really neato nose studs at Claires last week with Florence who got her ears pierced (so pretty!) and I did get some bars, but it was cause I really wanted the little cherries nose stud! So I swallowed the pain and switched the bars.
This was only just last week.
Now, if I tell you where I got my nose studs, Claires, this next bit will be not a suprise. The frickin' green leaf part fell off the nosestud right away! But I had had enough self inflicted torment for the month so I did nothing.
Now the whole reason I wrote this was cause last night, at 430 in the morn (BC time) I was having very vivid dreams, and all of a sudden, I woke up, and just knew that my nose stud was no longer in my nose. It didn't hurt really, but there was a feeling of absense. So I touched my nose hesitantly with my fingers to realize I was right, there was no longer a cherry nose stud in my nose, but there was a growing amount of free running blood!
Gross eh?
So after frantically looking for my nose stud in my bed, I took off for the bathroom with Spike hot on my heels (he thought we were playing a game and was soooo excited) where I tore apart the medicine cabinet looking for other studs (though I grew concerned my landpeople were going to call the cops when I dropped my bottle of hairspray really loudly) and finally, in a panic because of my still slightly confused in my dream/what's happening state, I found my studs and quickly pushed (owowowowowowowow!) an ironically red nose stud into my bleeding nose... hole.
So anyways, as I mulled over how exactly my nose stud was ripped out of my head in the middle of my sleep, I found the cherry stud on my bed all bent up. I purposely sleep with no blankets that will snag my nose stud, so I couldn't figure out what had happened, but then I realized, I have a bandaid on my finger! (yes I am in emoticon heaven, why?)
So I have come to the conclusion that people with nose studs should never wear bandaids to bed. Which deeply conflicts with having an insane (but socially active!) kitten living in the house.
But yeah, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

In other news-no cavities!