February 22, 2006 - 10:03 a.m. Last night, Spencer and I went to the mall to get my ears pierced. (He got me some beautiful silver earrings from James Avery for Valentine's Day in order to encourage me to go ahead and get them pierced after talking about it for a year.) I think having them stab me with little cubic zirconium studs hurt him way more than it did me. It was really cute. He kept apologizing for the apparently horrible idea of getting me stabbed for no good reason. He even bought us a peach Julius to make up for it. But really it was fine, and now I feel like an eight year old who has to be scolded to avoid touching them. It takes a little bit of getting used to the new emphasis on my ears, but, like my glasses, eventually this will look like normal me. 5 weeks and 6 days and I can wear the ones he got me! ...before & after...