Pool, bets and sugar shock.
So here i am again, another Marietta update. I like these updates, i feel like I have something interesting to say when i write them. This one will be a great one, i can feel it in my fingers already.
Ian got his car back from the shop yesterday, so we're mobile(0h n0ez!). First order of business was to head over to "Psycho Tattoo". So we go over there and I show them the tattoo I posted a while back, in a fairly small size. But the guy said it was too small and too detailed and only one artist there could do something that small, and even then he would need to take out some of the detail. Although I don't really mind that, they took out some of the parts of the tattoo I liked most, so he increased the size and showed me what parts he would take out and which he would leave. I was pleased with what was left so we scheduled a day...today for the tattoo. Yes, i am getting a tattoo today. In a matter of hours I am getting inked. I'm not really scared anymore, at first I was like, "eeee! Pain!" But hey, its a one time pain. Unless I get in recolored later on down the road(i don't see why I would, considering its all black, but we will see). I have to say that my mom said something not too long ago that makes sense to me now. if I work in a tattoo parlor I will probably end up with a bunch of tattoos. It is a possibility in my mind now. Because the idea of my body being a canvas excites me now. Imagine drawing a picture you've fallen in love with and having it added to a canvas that won't be destroyed by a splash of water, or a fire(okay, you can die in a fire or drown, but that's not my point, you guys). Its thrilling. Mine is going to cost $100 - $130. I say "mine" because Ian is getting his too today. A Eye of Ra on his forearm. Although that wasn't he first choice I think he's still very pleased with his choice now. Originally he was going to get a mummy coming out of a sarcophagus. It is/was a very large tattoo and would cost more than $200, although I offered to pay for it, his mom decided that was too much money to pay for a tattoo. So he picked a new one and i think he's very happy with it. I love it too, its beautiful. I like the idea of getting a certain theme all over your body. I think mine would probably have to be tribal, but the idea of a big beautiful scene is a bit tempting.
The other day Ian and I were talking about getting names, face or something in the image of a person, but we both decided that didn't seem too appealing. But if it was a symbol of the person I think I could do it. Mine would be for one person and one person only. My sister Sarah. I think I would like to have something that symbolizes her on me somewhere. But I'm not going to decide until I'm older and she's older. Of course I'm going to pick the symbol, because she could say Barney or something if I ask her when she's young. I've never loved a child as much as I love her and hope that I can stay close to her when I move down here.
Okay, well anyway, I skipped a few days didn't I? Lezsee...Uhm...I think it was Thursday night, we went out and went grocery shopping for Sylvia. We also got Sour Patch Kids, Pixie Stix, Flipz, Coca-Cloa Blak, and four packs of Fun-dip(that last one was Ian's, I found it for him). So obviously we had something planned. Then after the shopping we went to a gas station and got a triple shot(that's three servings in one can) of energy drink. So when we got home I tore open the candy and went into hyper mode. I drank most of the engery drink pretty fast, and ate pixie stix in like...three inna row each time. It didn't take too long for me to start feeling the effects of my consumption of the insane amounts of sugar and caffeine. Me and Ian were playing Marvel vs Capcom, I beat him twice! i was/am proud. We played some F-Zero, Earthworm Jim and then Samurai Showdown, I pwnd at that game and I was really fucking hyper by then, i killed Ian every time(well I think he beat me a few times, but that was to tie it). Then I was a bit too hyper to sit still, so i sort of started to pace and Ian suggested a late night swim. So out we went, I could not stand still to save my life. Well we get to the pool and I hesitate cuz i didn't know whether to skinny dip or wear my leans in the pool. In the end I took off my shirt and left on my pants. I had trouble getting in still, but Ian helped me, he wrapped his arms around me and fell back into the water. I liked that. So we swam around for a while. I got the silly idea to spin in circles and make myself hella dizzy(I almost puked), then I was like "Let's go again! Let's go again!" but thank god, Ian stopped me. A few times I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, that was fun. But after a while I was shivering pretty bad, apparently swimming really cuts the energy level down. I expended five hours of hyperness in two while swimming. So I'm shivering like crazy, cuz I'm so fucking cold. Well my capris are so cold that every time my legs touch them they're so frigid. So Ian shows me how to keep a towel around my waist and I wear that back(Thanks, baby). We go out to eat at Wendy's and I like, passing out. So tired. We ate and when we get home blargh. you get the idea.
Ian taught me how to play Pool! I learned how to play eight ball and nine ball. I'm sort of okay at it. I made some miracle shots I have to say. Well we played a few(I really love 9 ball), and then Ian looked me in the eye and told me we were going to play a game with some higher stakes to it. If he won, he got the password to my eljay, yessir, this one. So he could read any and all my entries(no worries folks, I agreed without doubt), and I needed to think of what i would get if I won. so we sat and thought about it. I stopped his pack of cigs on the bar beside us and in popped into my head. He gets one cig after each meal, three meals a day. Freebies after sex(hey, I had to be nice about that one, its usually my fault). He had to think about that one for a while. We were both giving up something we were very attached to. He had been trying to find a way to get my password for a while. I picked 8 ball, which was a bad move on my part, oh man I got stomped, even though he had handicapped it. But by the grace of luck, he sunk the cue ball in after he sunk the 8 ball. And that meant he lost! But since it was AFTER the 8 went in, we made it a draw. The real decision now was Losers lose or losers win. I told him mine(giving my password) lasts forever, all my journal entries ever, his lasts until he quits. After another game of 9 ball, Ian decided, losers win. So we both have to carry out or agreed stakes. So I'm pleased with that. And I fucking love playing pool. Joey was right, I do pick shit up fast.
anyway, I decided to make pancakes today, then its off to the pool hall until its time for our ink, then its a nice restaurant and then a Braves game. We have a busy day ahead.
Love,
Stitch
Ian got his car back from the shop yesterday, so we're mobile(0h n0ez!). First order of business was to head over to "Psycho Tattoo". So we go over there and I show them the tattoo I posted a while back, in a fairly small size. But the guy said it was too small and too detailed and only one artist there could do something that small, and even then he would need to take out some of the detail. Although I don't really mind that, they took out some of the parts of the tattoo I liked most, so he increased the size and showed me what parts he would take out and which he would leave. I was pleased with what was left so we scheduled a day...today for the tattoo. Yes, i am getting a tattoo today. In a matter of hours I am getting inked. I'm not really scared anymore, at first I was like, "eeee! Pain!" But hey, its a one time pain. Unless I get in recolored later on down the road(i don't see why I would, considering its all black, but we will see). I have to say that my mom said something not too long ago that makes sense to me now. if I work in a tattoo parlor I will probably end up with a bunch of tattoos. It is a possibility in my mind now. Because the idea of my body being a canvas excites me now. Imagine drawing a picture you've fallen in love with and having it added to a canvas that won't be destroyed by a splash of water, or a fire(okay, you can die in a fire or drown, but that's not my point, you guys). Its thrilling. Mine is going to cost $100 - $130. I say "mine" because Ian is getting his too today. A Eye of Ra on his forearm. Although that wasn't he first choice I think he's still very pleased with his choice now. Originally he was going to get a mummy coming out of a sarcophagus. It is/was a very large tattoo and would cost more than $200, although I offered to pay for it, his mom decided that was too much money to pay for a tattoo. So he picked a new one and i think he's very happy with it. I love it too, its beautiful. I like the idea of getting a certain theme all over your body. I think mine would probably have to be tribal, but the idea of a big beautiful scene is a bit tempting.
The other day Ian and I were talking about getting names, face or something in the image of a person, but we both decided that didn't seem too appealing. But if it was a symbol of the person I think I could do it. Mine would be for one person and one person only. My sister Sarah. I think I would like to have something that symbolizes her on me somewhere. But I'm not going to decide until I'm older and she's older. Of course I'm going to pick the symbol, because she could say Barney or something if I ask her when she's young. I've never loved a child as much as I love her and hope that I can stay close to her when I move down here.
Okay, well anyway, I skipped a few days didn't I? Lezsee...Uhm...I think it was Thursday night, we went out and went grocery shopping for Sylvia. We also got Sour Patch Kids, Pixie Stix, Flipz, Coca-Cloa Blak, and four packs of Fun-dip(that last one was Ian's, I found it for him). So obviously we had something planned. Then after the shopping we went to a gas station and got a triple shot(that's three servings in one can) of energy drink. So when we got home I tore open the candy and went into hyper mode. I drank most of the engery drink pretty fast, and ate pixie stix in like...three inna row each time. It didn't take too long for me to start feeling the effects of my consumption of the insane amounts of sugar and caffeine. Me and Ian were playing Marvel vs Capcom, I beat him twice! i was/am proud. We played some F-Zero, Earthworm Jim and then Samurai Showdown, I pwnd at that game and I was really fucking hyper by then, i killed Ian every time(well I think he beat me a few times, but that was to tie it). Then I was a bit too hyper to sit still, so i sort of started to pace and Ian suggested a late night swim. So out we went, I could not stand still to save my life. Well we get to the pool and I hesitate cuz i didn't know whether to skinny dip or wear my leans in the pool. In the end I took off my shirt and left on my pants. I had trouble getting in still, but Ian helped me, he wrapped his arms around me and fell back into the water. I liked that. So we swam around for a while. I got the silly idea to spin in circles and make myself hella dizzy(I almost puked), then I was like "Let's go again! Let's go again!" but thank god, Ian stopped me. A few times I jumped into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist, that was fun. But after a while I was shivering pretty bad, apparently swimming really cuts the energy level down. I expended five hours of hyperness in two while swimming. So I'm shivering like crazy, cuz I'm so fucking cold. Well my capris are so cold that every time my legs touch them they're so frigid. So Ian shows me how to keep a towel around my waist and I wear that back(Thanks, baby). We go out to eat at Wendy's and I like, passing out. So tired. We ate and when we get home blargh. you get the idea.
Ian taught me how to play Pool! I learned how to play eight ball and nine ball. I'm sort of okay at it. I made some miracle shots I have to say. Well we played a few(I really love 9 ball), and then Ian looked me in the eye and told me we were going to play a game with some higher stakes to it. If he won, he got the password to my eljay, yessir, this one. So he could read any and all my entries(no worries folks, I agreed without doubt), and I needed to think of what i would get if I won. so we sat and thought about it. I stopped his pack of cigs on the bar beside us and in popped into my head. He gets one cig after each meal, three meals a day. Freebies after sex(hey, I had to be nice about that one, its usually my fault). He had to think about that one for a while. We were both giving up something we were very attached to. He had been trying to find a way to get my password for a while. I picked 8 ball, which was a bad move on my part, oh man I got stomped, even though he had handicapped it. But by the grace of luck, he sunk the cue ball in after he sunk the 8 ball. And that meant he lost! But since it was AFTER the 8 went in, we made it a draw. The real decision now was Losers lose or losers win. I told him mine(giving my password) lasts forever, all my journal entries ever, his lasts until he quits. After another game of 9 ball, Ian decided, losers win. So we both have to carry out or agreed stakes. So I'm pleased with that. And I fucking love playing pool. Joey was right, I do pick shit up fast.
anyway, I decided to make pancakes today, then its off to the pool hall until its time for our ink, then its a nice restaurant and then a Braves game. We have a busy day ahead.
Love,
Stitch