I built a raft and got carried away, in my new direction.
I'm probably getting rid of my phone sooner than later, and if that doesn't happen I'm at least going to get rid of texting. I don't get very much use out of it now since within the past year I've slowly become a social ghost. I'm not blaming that on anyone except myself and the shitty people that I've managed to surrounded myself with for the past 3 years. The people that I was dumb enough to keep calling my friends when friends is the last thing they should have been called.
All the friends that mattered I lost touch with awhile ago.
I want to get them back. But when you're living a life when you're busy 6 days a week from 1pm to 9pm... it makes things difficult. One day a week isn't enough to fix anything with anyone.
I'm still trying to figure out how I managed to get myself here. Though I don't understand why I state such things when I know exactly what's gotten me here.
I want to slowly start changing my surroundings. I want to surround myself within a cocoon of art and music and when I've accomplished something... maybe then I'll try and piece my social life back together.
As long as I keep my chin up, and not worry, I should be fine.
Once I quit my job it's going to be hell having no money, but I'm starting to think it'll be well worth it.
Think positive thoughts.
Thursday is when I officially begin the practice of tattooing on human flesh.
Justin has willingly volunteered to be my first victim.
I'm going to attempt to tattoo a 1up Mushroom on his thigh from Mario.
I'm probably going to mess a bunch of times, but we learn from our mistakes.
January 20th is when I'm hopefully going to start my half sleeve.
We're also working on a cover up for my side... which I am not looking forward to at all... it's going to be absolutely massive.
Tattoo's = Love/Hate Relationship.
All the friends that mattered I lost touch with awhile ago.
I want to get them back. But when you're living a life when you're busy 6 days a week from 1pm to 9pm... it makes things difficult. One day a week isn't enough to fix anything with anyone.
I'm still trying to figure out how I managed to get myself here. Though I don't understand why I state such things when I know exactly what's gotten me here.
I want to slowly start changing my surroundings. I want to surround myself within a cocoon of art and music and when I've accomplished something... maybe then I'll try and piece my social life back together.
As long as I keep my chin up, and not worry, I should be fine.
Once I quit my job it's going to be hell having no money, but I'm starting to think it'll be well worth it.
Think positive thoughts.
Thursday is when I officially begin the practice of tattooing on human flesh.
Justin has willingly volunteered to be my first victim.
I'm going to attempt to tattoo a 1up Mushroom on his thigh from Mario.
I'm probably going to mess a bunch of times, but we learn from our mistakes.
January 20th is when I'm hopefully going to start my half sleeve.
We're also working on a cover up for my side... which I am not looking forward to at all... it's going to be absolutely massive.
Tattoo's = Love/Hate Relationship.