Wrist.
This is going to be one of those spam days. I'm sorry super short flist! Ily.
So I'm getting 300 bucks back in May. Instead of being smart, I want to get another tattoo. Or at least start on the chestpiece I want. Or. Well. I should wait. I really really really really should. But I won't. This I know. I need to accept that. So in the beauty of acceptance, I need to start planning so I can look at the thing for awhile, get my head around it, and make sure the placement is what I want. I could get the wolf on my other shoulder and bring the total up to five. I could start on the backpeice (which will wipe me out completely of all that extra money...). I could get the dragon. I could get a wrist tat since I want one and have decided that wearing bracelets is something a woman should be adept at anyway so I might as well fucking get used to it.
Now I like words, and I like simple words and I like simple word tattoos. My sister has one and I adore hers. So. Love? Faith? Redemption? Strength? Courage? Friendship? Reliability? Knowledge? (I really hope no one knows where the hell I'm pulling all these words from.... oooooh fandom). I'm leaning toward love. Or strength. Or courage. Something you know, empowering. Maybe a saying. A small one, but I'm out of ideas for that. Idk. I want a new tattoo. It's been three months. Fever. Setting. In. I guess I could up my ears to a zero. Maybe that would satiate me.
I had machiato with three espresso shots. Where the fuck is my energy?
I figure I have twenty minutes until I really have to fucking get cracking on this stupid annotated bibliography. I loathe extended deadlines. The project isn't due until the beginning of May. WHY do I have to have all my resources now? Goddamnit teacher, let me flail around the night before like I usually do. I haven't slept in more than twenty four hours, I have three more classes to slug through, and six hours of work. This. is. your. fault. actually it's mine but it's easier to pass blame isn't it?
I have a couple rants I might post later, depending on how sleep deprived I feel and how incoherent I get-- I tend to like to post things when I'm incoherent, because it's hilarious at the time and then I go back and am like... fucking. fuck. They deal with immigration (always a FUN FILLED TOPIC WHEN YOU LIVE IN THE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT FLOODED STATE OF ARIZONA) and people outside of fandom not understanding.... fandom. More specifically, fanfiction. Both arguments will probably be backed up with little evidence and more run on sentences than a James Joyce book but oh well. ARGUMENTS ARE GOOD FOR THE SOUL.
And I apologize again for the eating up of the flist. I'm a bad panda.
So I'm getting 300 bucks back in May. Instead of being smart, I want to get another tattoo. Or at least start on the chestpiece I want. Or. Well. I should wait. I really really really really should. But I won't. This I know. I need to accept that. So in the beauty of acceptance, I need to start planning so I can look at the thing for awhile, get my head around it, and make sure the placement is what I want. I could get the wolf on my other shoulder and bring the total up to five. I could start on the backpeice (which will wipe me out completely of all that extra money...). I could get the dragon. I could get a wrist tat since I want one and have decided that wearing bracelets is something a woman should be adept at anyway so I might as well fucking get used to it.
Now I like words, and I like simple words and I like simple word tattoos. My sister has one and I adore hers. So. Love? Faith? Redemption? Strength? Courage? Friendship? Reliability? Knowledge? (I really hope no one knows where the hell I'm pulling all these words from.... oooooh fandom). I'm leaning toward love. Or strength. Or courage. Something you know, empowering. Maybe a saying. A small one, but I'm out of ideas for that. Idk. I want a new tattoo. It's been three months. Fever. Setting. In. I guess I could up my ears to a zero. Maybe that would satiate me.
I had machiato with three espresso shots. Where the fuck is my energy?
I figure I have twenty minutes until I really have to fucking get cracking on this stupid annotated bibliography. I loathe extended deadlines. The project isn't due until the beginning of May. WHY do I have to have all my resources now? Goddamnit teacher, let me flail around the night before like I usually do. I haven't slept in more than twenty four hours, I have three more classes to slug through, and six hours of work. This. is. your. fault. actually it's mine but it's easier to pass blame isn't it?
I have a couple rants I might post later, depending on how sleep deprived I feel and how incoherent I get-- I tend to like to post things when I'm incoherent, because it's hilarious at the time and then I go back and am like... fucking. fuck. They deal with immigration (always a FUN FILLED TOPIC WHEN YOU LIVE IN THE ILLEGAL IMMIGRANT FLOODED STATE OF ARIZONA) and people outside of fandom not understanding.... fandom. More specifically, fanfiction. Both arguments will probably be backed up with little evidence and more run on sentences than a James Joyce book but oh well. ARGUMENTS ARE GOOD FOR THE SOUL.
And I apologize again for the eating up of the flist. I'm a bad panda.