I like Taboo.
I was watching Taboo on the National Geographic Channel the other day; b/c that show is fuckin awesome. I was watching the Body Cutters episode (which is one of my favorite episodes, btw). I really want to do that suspension-thing now. It looks painful-as-hell, but for some reason I want to do it! I can never watch when the Thai(I think) woman gets her teeth sharpened, it just looks too painful. And no matter how many times I try, I cannot bring myself to watch the guy get his tongue split. *shudders* You cannot deny, however, that it looks really cool when people have their tongue like that.
But, everytime I see the french guy doing the scarification; I want one. Really bad. I don't think I'd go as big as the guy who had his entire leg done, but it's definately something that I want. I haven't told my parents; they freak out every time I bring up that I want a mohawk, they'd never even get used to the idea of me voluntarily getting my skin cut! The guy that does it says that his tattoos are like a journal of his life; and you can see what he was into when he got them done. I found a similarity in my life. While it's not imprinted on my skin, the concept is sort of parallel. For those of you that don't know, I have this backpack that, one day, I just decided, "I'm gonna paint on it."
My painting skills are pretty good, considering I have had not formal training in it; but my drawing skills are rudimentary at best. I'm not good at drawing out of my head; but, as long as the picture isn't too complicated I can pretty easily recreate what I see. Now to the point, I decided that I like having tributes to the bands you like on your backpack; but writing the band name and/or lyrics is far too clichéd. And I'd been toying with the idea of painting artwork from my favorite CDs on it for months. I sort of chickened out at first, and I painted a 15-minute recreation of a cherry blossom picture I had painted on some jeans, instead. Then I got brave and I painted the cover artwork from the Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge album by MCR right above it.
Now I don't really like them much anymore(after seeing them live and a live performance on FUSE, I can no longer deny it-- Gerard is a crappy vocalist. He has absolutely no control of his voice); but the remaining picture is a reminder of a time when I liked them so much as to paint that on something everyone would see. (I should note that the names of the bands are nowhere to be found; b/c, generally, if you can't recognize the artwork I don't want to discuss the band with you). Since then, I have added the cover art from the In Love and Death album by The Used (which the end result looks like it was done by Bill Watterson (for those of you poor, misguided souls who don't know who that is, he is the creator of one of the greatest comic strips of all time-- Calvin And Hobbes)) and the back artwork from the E Von Dahl Killed the Locals album by The Matches.
On a completely unrelated note, I got new shoes! They are so cool, They are Doc Martens Mary Janes. Mom commented that most people try to buy shoes that make their feet look smaller; but, of course, not me. I already know I have big feet (really I think they are about average, but I know in Japan I won't be able to find shoes in my size. Oh well, like I want Japanese shoes. They aren't exactly known for having good shoes- if you've seen the girl's shoes in the Blue Orchid music video by The White Stripes you know what I'm talking about); so why try to hide it? Like how my mom always trys to get me to wear my contacts because I look cuter with them. The glasses are me; I've had them since the third grade and I'm not ditching them now just to try and attract someone who probably wouldn't have given me the time of day if I had my glasses.
But I know there's at least one person who thinks i look attractive.^_^ This girl came up to me in Hot Topic and started talking to me. She told me that she thought I was cute! I was a little weirded out; but she looked so nervous to be telling me, that I pretended I wasn't. She introduced me to her friend, and I introduced myself as "Ashley, some random person she started talking to!" Then she admitted to having followed me from the downstairs level. Although, technically, I lost her; so her and her friend had abandoned their quest for food to split up and search for me! I told her, with no pleasantries, that that was pretty creepy. It was kinda flattering, though, in a kinda sick, twisted sorta way.
But, everytime I see the french guy doing the scarification; I want one. Really bad. I don't think I'd go as big as the guy who had his entire leg done, but it's definately something that I want. I haven't told my parents; they freak out every time I bring up that I want a mohawk, they'd never even get used to the idea of me voluntarily getting my skin cut! The guy that does it says that his tattoos are like a journal of his life; and you can see what he was into when he got them done. I found a similarity in my life. While it's not imprinted on my skin, the concept is sort of parallel. For those of you that don't know, I have this backpack that, one day, I just decided, "I'm gonna paint on it."
My painting skills are pretty good, considering I have had not formal training in it; but my drawing skills are rudimentary at best. I'm not good at drawing out of my head; but, as long as the picture isn't too complicated I can pretty easily recreate what I see. Now to the point, I decided that I like having tributes to the bands you like on your backpack; but writing the band name and/or lyrics is far too clichéd. And I'd been toying with the idea of painting artwork from my favorite CDs on it for months. I sort of chickened out at first, and I painted a 15-minute recreation of a cherry blossom picture I had painted on some jeans, instead. Then I got brave and I painted the cover artwork from the Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge album by MCR right above it.
Now I don't really like them much anymore(after seeing them live and a live performance on FUSE, I can no longer deny it-- Gerard is a crappy vocalist. He has absolutely no control of his voice); but the remaining picture is a reminder of a time when I liked them so much as to paint that on something everyone would see. (I should note that the names of the bands are nowhere to be found; b/c, generally, if you can't recognize the artwork I don't want to discuss the band with you). Since then, I have added the cover art from the In Love and Death album by The Used (which the end result looks like it was done by Bill Watterson (for those of you poor, misguided souls who don't know who that is, he is the creator of one of the greatest comic strips of all time-- Calvin And Hobbes)) and the back artwork from the E Von Dahl Killed the Locals album by The Matches.
On a completely unrelated note, I got new shoes! They are so cool, They are Doc Martens Mary Janes. Mom commented that most people try to buy shoes that make their feet look smaller; but, of course, not me. I already know I have big feet (really I think they are about average, but I know in Japan I won't be able to find shoes in my size. Oh well, like I want Japanese shoes. They aren't exactly known for having good shoes- if you've seen the girl's shoes in the Blue Orchid music video by The White Stripes you know what I'm talking about); so why try to hide it? Like how my mom always trys to get me to wear my contacts because I look cuter with them. The glasses are me; I've had them since the third grade and I'm not ditching them now just to try and attract someone who probably wouldn't have given me the time of day if I had my glasses.
But I know there's at least one person who thinks i look attractive.^_^ This girl came up to me in Hot Topic and started talking to me. She told me that she thought I was cute! I was a little weirded out; but she looked so nervous to be telling me, that I pretended I wasn't. She introduced me to her friend, and I introduced myself as "Ashley, some random person she started talking to!" Then she admitted to having followed me from the downstairs level. Although, technically, I lost her; so her and her friend had abandoned their quest for food to split up and search for me! I told her, with no pleasantries, that that was pretty creepy. It was kinda flattering, though, in a kinda sick, twisted sorta way.