Today this is what I did:
It wasn't really on a whim or anything, I'd been thinking about doing it for a while. Some of my friends were dead set against it, some were all for it. Ultimately, it was up to me and I wanted it. In social work we'd call this "client self-determination."
And here is a picture of me with the piercing lady putting the clamp on my tongue. Running through my head is "well, I guess it's too late to back out now!"
After I got it done, I went up to Waxahachie to see my family. My mom noticed right away because I accidently opened my mouth really wide while shouting about something. I believe her exact words were "GOLDA ROSE WASELOVICH!!! OH MY GOD!!" But she wasn't upset, just in utter shock. My grandparents didn't even notice, to my knowledge. Or if they did, they didn't ever say anything, which makes me think that they didn't notice. And for some reason, they didn't find it odd in any way that I was chewing on ice all day. Or that I ate all my food so slowly and so deliberatly. At one point my grandma did say to me "Your papa really likes to eat ice too!" To which my mom replied under her breath "yeah, probably not for the same reason though..."