Hey Tara! What've you been up to?
...todays portion will be displayed in a semi-list/semi-ramble form...
*ONE*: My once shitty tattoo is now an item of great pride. Quick backstory on the history of said shitty tattoo- it was a shitty heart on the inside of my left wrist. Given to me as payment for getting a ride back to va beach from norfolk after an all-night white russian and other liquors bender. Smitty fucked it up and resulted in four years of people insisting that said tattoo was a piece of sharpie art.
Over christmas, the boyfriend went down to see his family in Fayetteville NC, and one of his three sisters, who is a legit-parlor-dwelling-steady-handed-righteous-license-possessing tattooist was talking about working on her dads arm piece, and we ended up discussing what I wanted to do for mine. I've got a lot of Irish in me, and I grew up wearing claddagh jewelry from my mom, and I decided to turn my shitty heart into a claddagh (hands holding a heart wearing a crown = loyalty, love and honor) and she told me she had a sketch that she had drawn up before I even told her about it. the day we were set to leave, we stopped by her parlor and she did me up for free!
Since I was so hungover the first time, I didn't really remember how much it hurt, but plenty of people insisted that the wrist was one of the most painful places to get ink, so I was pretty terrified. Luckily, holding the boyfriends hand and not looking at her actually jabbing my wrist, I surprised myself by not crying/spazzing and also came to the conclusion that I might actually *like* the idea of adding more later.
I've only got one picture, and I screwed with it a little to take the glare from the camera off, but it's pretty decent.
And I'm super impressed at how well it came out, now instead of having a questionable tattoo with an equally questionable backstory, I now have something I am totally proud of.
*TWO* The employment thing is NOT working out for me. I have tried applying to something like a hundred places, mostly online, and hey FUCK THAT, with little result. The places I've worked where I got other friends jobs at, are not trying to get me back, and everywhere else won't even give me a chance. Obviously, the universe chooses to mock me by reminding me that quitting Cash Converters was very possibly THE STUPIDEST DECISION I HAVE EVER MADE, and that the decision to leave over a fucking quarter was insane. BUT! Through the darkness, some light has come to inspire me. I never really gave much thought about going to school, post-graduation, mostly due to crippling family alienation and a distinct lack of funds.
But more and more, I keep coming back to the idea as of late. My passion is writing and I would love nothing more than to be able to write, like as a novelist. Blame my senior year English teacher Mr. Kelly for instilling in me an "O! Captain, my Captain!" moment, in which he told me "I want to see your name in the paper, or read a book written by you. Please tell me you won't give up writing when you graduate, because you've got something in you that will be amazing if nurtured." It was kind of awesome, because no one had ever told me anything like that, and whether or not he knew it, it still hangs out in my head today and pretty much drives me. So, I'm thinking about looking into grants and see if I can take English, and maybe major in creative writing.
*THREE* Things I have been obsessing over lately are as follows:
~How I Met Your Mother
~Weeds (seriously amazing, it doesn't even feel like a half hour show, I honestly thought it was an hour long for the longest time)
~All the Sookie Stackhouse madness (I can't wait until it starts up again in May)
~Christopher Moore (his writing is really witty and his characters have a really funny voice, Bloodsucking Fiends and the follow-up You Suck: A Love Story are really awesome and I can't wait for Bite Me to come out in April)
~Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick (I'm into all the Out of Left Field ideas- angels, vampires etc, and it's a really interesting debut and I'm anticipating the sequel)
~The Vampire Diaries (I kind of avoided them because I heard stuff about them being kind of grade-school writing, but with a void of already read books/listened to audiobooks, I gave it a shot and it wasn't as bad as I thought, and the show is pretty much awesome, especially having gone through the books first)
~Chuck! (I'm SO happy it's back! It felt like it'd never come back and now it is and now I'm happy)
*FOUR* In about a month, it will be my two year anniversary with the boyfriend! It's very exciting. If you told me two years ago, that I'd not only be head over heels in love with someone and that I'd actually BE with someone for two years, I'd have called you a crackhead. I don't think I let myself believe that it could be so easy, so natural, so fun because I was used to seeing couples that argued constantly, that were unbalanced, that were together out of convenience or routine more than a connection. I can honestly say that I couldn't imagine being with anyone else, because I can't imagine someone who gets me more, who is more supportive of me in my valleys and proud of my mountains, who is as big of a nerd as me, and who makes my heart beat with purpose. I know, no matter what happens, that I'm gonna love this guy with everything in me till the end of the world, and that that alone makes me a retardedly lucky girl.
This has been an unexpectedly long ramble, if you read it all, four for you Coco.
*ONE*: My once shitty tattoo is now an item of great pride. Quick backstory on the history of said shitty tattoo- it was a shitty heart on the inside of my left wrist. Given to me as payment for getting a ride back to va beach from norfolk after an all-night white russian and other liquors bender. Smitty fucked it up and resulted in four years of people insisting that said tattoo was a piece of sharpie art.
Over christmas, the boyfriend went down to see his family in Fayetteville NC, and one of his three sisters, who is a legit-parlor-dwelling-steady-handed-righteous-license-possessing tattooist was talking about working on her dads arm piece, and we ended up discussing what I wanted to do for mine. I've got a lot of Irish in me, and I grew up wearing claddagh jewelry from my mom, and I decided to turn my shitty heart into a claddagh (hands holding a heart wearing a crown = loyalty, love and honor) and she told me she had a sketch that she had drawn up before I even told her about it. the day we were set to leave, we stopped by her parlor and she did me up for free!
Since I was so hungover the first time, I didn't really remember how much it hurt, but plenty of people insisted that the wrist was one of the most painful places to get ink, so I was pretty terrified. Luckily, holding the boyfriends hand and not looking at her actually jabbing my wrist, I surprised myself by not crying/spazzing and also came to the conclusion that I might actually *like* the idea of adding more later.
I've only got one picture, and I screwed with it a little to take the glare from the camera off, but it's pretty decent.
And I'm super impressed at how well it came out, now instead of having a questionable tattoo with an equally questionable backstory, I now have something I am totally proud of.
*TWO* The employment thing is NOT working out for me. I have tried applying to something like a hundred places, mostly online, and hey FUCK THAT, with little result. The places I've worked where I got other friends jobs at, are not trying to get me back, and everywhere else won't even give me a chance. Obviously, the universe chooses to mock me by reminding me that quitting Cash Converters was very possibly THE STUPIDEST DECISION I HAVE EVER MADE, and that the decision to leave over a fucking quarter was insane. BUT! Through the darkness, some light has come to inspire me. I never really gave much thought about going to school, post-graduation, mostly due to crippling family alienation and a distinct lack of funds.
But more and more, I keep coming back to the idea as of late. My passion is writing and I would love nothing more than to be able to write, like as a novelist. Blame my senior year English teacher Mr. Kelly for instilling in me an "O! Captain, my Captain!" moment, in which he told me "I want to see your name in the paper, or read a book written by you. Please tell me you won't give up writing when you graduate, because you've got something in you that will be amazing if nurtured." It was kind of awesome, because no one had ever told me anything like that, and whether or not he knew it, it still hangs out in my head today and pretty much drives me. So, I'm thinking about looking into grants and see if I can take English, and maybe major in creative writing.
*THREE* Things I have been obsessing over lately are as follows:
~How I Met Your Mother
~Weeds (seriously amazing, it doesn't even feel like a half hour show, I honestly thought it was an hour long for the longest time)
~All the Sookie Stackhouse madness (I can't wait until it starts up again in May)
~Christopher Moore (his writing is really witty and his characters have a really funny voice, Bloodsucking Fiends and the follow-up You Suck: A Love Story are really awesome and I can't wait for Bite Me to come out in April)
~Hush, Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick (I'm into all the Out of Left Field ideas- angels, vampires etc, and it's a really interesting debut and I'm anticipating the sequel)
~The Vampire Diaries (I kind of avoided them because I heard stuff about them being kind of grade-school writing, but with a void of already read books/listened to audiobooks, I gave it a shot and it wasn't as bad as I thought, and the show is pretty much awesome, especially having gone through the books first)
~Chuck! (I'm SO happy it's back! It felt like it'd never come back and now it is and now I'm happy)
*FOUR* In about a month, it will be my two year anniversary with the boyfriend! It's very exciting. If you told me two years ago, that I'd not only be head over heels in love with someone and that I'd actually BE with someone for two years, I'd have called you a crackhead. I don't think I let myself believe that it could be so easy, so natural, so fun because I was used to seeing couples that argued constantly, that were unbalanced, that were together out of convenience or routine more than a connection. I can honestly say that I couldn't imagine being with anyone else, because I can't imagine someone who gets me more, who is more supportive of me in my valleys and proud of my mountains, who is as big of a nerd as me, and who makes my heart beat with purpose. I know, no matter what happens, that I'm gonna love this guy with everything in me till the end of the world, and that that alone makes me a retardedly lucky girl.
This has been an unexpectedly long ramble, if you read it all, four for you Coco.