Abused and Tattooed.
I did not have the opportunity to write yesterday, as I had a schedual chock full of nothing. I woke up early, for a friday at least, so that I could go job hunting. But my ambitions were low and there are not many openings either. I supose this means I must resort to a campus career for now. Which could, possibly, turn out to be in my favor. I would have no gas expenses from driving to and from work. Additionally I would not have the comute time, as I would if I worked off campus.
Durning my atempt at finding a job, I ran into Brian. Brian would be Jorges 'official' roommate. He is a good guy, but his boyfriend is a bitch, that, in my opinion, takes advantage of him. But I digress, Brian offered to take me out to lunch, and it was an offer I could not refuse. So we enjoyed a nice Japonesse meal in the mall food court and had a lovely discussion of the going-ons around the hall. It was quite the gossip session, if I may so myself.
After lunch I decided that since I was not able to find a source of income, that I would instead spend some money. I walked around Parisian and ended up purchasing two ringer tee's for less than $20. After that I browsed though Dillards, and but instead of buying anything, I lifted another ringer, it was on sale, but still the tag read $13.50.
That night the whole gang (in this case the gang included, myself, Ashley, Jake, Jorge, Josh, Chris, Mike, Jessica, Shawna and Justin) went to Tinseltown to see Scary Movie three. It was a waste of my time and money, to say the least.
This morning I awoke at 10am to the sound of my cellular phone. Who was on the other end of the line, my father of course. He always seems to know just the inapropriate time to phone me. And after that, I of course could not return to my peaceful rest. However I did not want to do too much around the room, as Ashley was still asleep, and I did not wish to wake her up. So I quietly folded my clean laundry and cleaned up a bit of my side of the room. By around nood I my stomach was telling me it was time to eat. So I proceeded to dress and then head down to the Gray and Blue. Too my surprise I was not the only one awake and hungry- Jake, Josh, and Justin were there as well.
After a nice brunch, I made the decision that I was ready to get my tattoo. A big and important decision, but there was no turning back. I rounded up some girl friends and we were off. Mary Beth, Ashley, Shawna and myself drove a half an hour to Orange Park. When we arrived at the tattoo parlor we were told that we would have to wait until 4:30 before I could get it done. An hour and a half wait! So we decided to kill time by walking to Toys-R-Us and then driving over to the mall.
But 4:30 rolled around in no time, and I was begining to feel the reality of what I was about to do. I was nervous. I got into the chair and held Ashleys' hand. And yes, it hurt like hell. But it was over before I knew it and I couldnt be happier with the resulting image. I know that my mother will be extreamly disapointed with me when she finds out that I got a tattoo, especially since I know how she felt and feels about my sister. I am not worried.
This evening I went over to the photo lab. To see Hiherson, not to do photo work! He was there with Ross, and I wanted to show them my tat. Ross is in my photo class (ex photo class to be exact) and he is Joe's best friend as well (Joe works in the Info. desk in the Hall's main lobby). Ross is a good photographer. He has great ambition and I am sure that he will make something out of his art. He is however, an ass at times. An adorable ass, but an ass nonetheless. He makes me nuts sometimes, but I am not in the mood to go into that much more tonite.
Durning my atempt at finding a job, I ran into Brian. Brian would be Jorges 'official' roommate. He is a good guy, but his boyfriend is a bitch, that, in my opinion, takes advantage of him. But I digress, Brian offered to take me out to lunch, and it was an offer I could not refuse. So we enjoyed a nice Japonesse meal in the mall food court and had a lovely discussion of the going-ons around the hall. It was quite the gossip session, if I may so myself.
After lunch I decided that since I was not able to find a source of income, that I would instead spend some money. I walked around Parisian and ended up purchasing two ringer tee's for less than $20. After that I browsed though Dillards, and but instead of buying anything, I lifted another ringer, it was on sale, but still the tag read $13.50.
That night the whole gang (in this case the gang included, myself, Ashley, Jake, Jorge, Josh, Chris, Mike, Jessica, Shawna and Justin) went to Tinseltown to see Scary Movie three. It was a waste of my time and money, to say the least.
This morning I awoke at 10am to the sound of my cellular phone. Who was on the other end of the line, my father of course. He always seems to know just the inapropriate time to phone me. And after that, I of course could not return to my peaceful rest. However I did not want to do too much around the room, as Ashley was still asleep, and I did not wish to wake her up. So I quietly folded my clean laundry and cleaned up a bit of my side of the room. By around nood I my stomach was telling me it was time to eat. So I proceeded to dress and then head down to the Gray and Blue. Too my surprise I was not the only one awake and hungry- Jake, Josh, and Justin were there as well.
After a nice brunch, I made the decision that I was ready to get my tattoo. A big and important decision, but there was no turning back. I rounded up some girl friends and we were off. Mary Beth, Ashley, Shawna and myself drove a half an hour to Orange Park. When we arrived at the tattoo parlor we were told that we would have to wait until 4:30 before I could get it done. An hour and a half wait! So we decided to kill time by walking to Toys-R-Us and then driving over to the mall.
But 4:30 rolled around in no time, and I was begining to feel the reality of what I was about to do. I was nervous. I got into the chair and held Ashleys' hand. And yes, it hurt like hell. But it was over before I knew it and I couldnt be happier with the resulting image. I know that my mother will be extreamly disapointed with me when she finds out that I got a tattoo, especially since I know how she felt and feels about my sister. I am not worried.
This evening I went over to the photo lab. To see Hiherson, not to do photo work! He was there with Ross, and I wanted to show them my tat. Ross is in my photo class (ex photo class to be exact) and he is Joe's best friend as well (Joe works in the Info. desk in the Hall's main lobby). Ross is a good photographer. He has great ambition and I am sure that he will make something out of his art. He is however, an ass at times. An adorable ass, but an ass nonetheless. He makes me nuts sometimes, but I am not in the mood to go into that much more tonite.