Every now and then, I get a little glimpse of something that could only be due to accumulation of random chance by the furthest stretches of the human imagination, that, dare I say it, seems almost fated or meant to happen. My tattoo was one of those wonderful things, those happens-even-though-making-it-happen-would-take-a-miracle kind of things. Everything just came together - I got an appointment on a weeks' notice - two days in a row - at one of L.A.'s best tattoo shops, which has, at best, a month and a half waiting list. By some incredible, fortuitous chance, I managed to secure the finances for it by a. supplication and serious parental begging b. snagging a modeling job the night before my appointment when another model cancelled. The artist and I clicked like crazy, he knew exactly what I wanted and understood exactly why. Best of all, on the way to the tattoo place in LA, I saw a piece of Banksy graffiti. Kinda sealed the deal.
The purple hair has since gotten better - it's now red with a layer of purple beneath it.
I haven't been on LJ much, if only because I haven't had too terribly much to say. I go through reclusive/introspective phases wherein I avoid, or simply don't feel like exploring, the interwebs.
Sarah Lawrence and New York are still eating my life. I'm still not much of a fan of the East coast, but one does what one has to and, unfortunately, in order to be at Sarah Lawrence I have to be in New York. I miss California; it's pretty much my home away from Alaska now. Like you, worky-worky, but with much rocking out and goodness. We need to music-swap in the worst possible way - I have stuff that'll hit you over the head like a truckload of awesome and give you the most intense ear-gasms of your existence thus far.
Goddamn right I owe you a visit. I bloody adore you and Bo both, even though I haven't talked to either one of you in forever and a day, and it's time to consummate our longtime online associations with much rockage and dancing and amazing clothing.
I hope things go better than well for you. You're a fantastically awesometastic person, and I've missed you a lot.
Your artist connection sounds almost spiritual! Which, I suppose, for a tattoo is more than fitting. Perhaps Banksy was your burning bush. I'm certain he'd probably bristle at a statement like that. Oh, you wacky artists!
Mmm. Red and purple.
I entirely understand your desire to avoid the webnets computron for a while. I can't say I blame you at all! Life can be particularly mundane at times and writing about it just ends up feeling silly. "Today I brushed my teeth for seven minutes and ten seconds." Bleh!
New York is sooooo far away. Tear.
Yes, next time we're both online at the same time, music swapping. Or, e-mail me your address; I'll burn some CDs for you. (Lots of my new music has dreadful DRM on it. I am full of rage.)
Hee. Consumate. Be still my beating heart!
I hope things go well for you, too! And that I hear from you again sooner rather than later!
Everything just came together - I got an appointment on a weeks' notice - two days in a row - at one of L.A.'s best tattoo shops, which has, at best, a month and a half waiting list. By some incredible, fortuitous chance, I managed to secure the finances for it by a. supplication and serious parental begging b. snagging a modeling job the night before my appointment when another model cancelled. The artist and I clicked like crazy, he knew exactly what I wanted and understood exactly why.
Best of all, on the way to the tattoo place in LA, I saw a piece of Banksy graffiti. Kinda sealed the deal.
The purple hair has since gotten better - it's now red with a layer of purple beneath it.
I haven't been on LJ much, if only because I haven't had too terribly much to say. I go through reclusive/introspective phases wherein I avoid, or simply don't feel like exploring, the interwebs.
Sarah Lawrence and New York are still eating my life.
I'm still not much of a fan of the East coast, but one does what one has to and, unfortunately, in order to be at Sarah Lawrence I have to be in New York. I miss California; it's pretty much my home away from Alaska now.
Like you, worky-worky, but with much rocking out and goodness.
We need to music-swap in the worst possible way - I have stuff that'll hit you over the head like a truckload of awesome and give you the most intense ear-gasms of your existence thus far.
Goddamn right I owe you a visit. I bloody adore you and Bo both, even though I haven't talked to either one of you in forever and a day, and it's time to consummate our longtime online associations with much rockage and dancing and amazing clothing.
I hope things go better than well for you. You're a fantastically awesometastic person, and I've missed you a lot.
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Mmm. Red and purple.
I entirely understand your desire to avoid the webnets computron for a while. I can't say I blame you at all! Life can be particularly mundane at times and writing about it just ends up feeling silly. "Today I brushed my teeth for seven minutes and ten seconds." Bleh!
New York is sooooo far away. Tear.
Yes, next time we're both online at the same time, music swapping. Or, e-mail me your address; I'll burn some CDs for you. (Lots of my new music has dreadful DRM on it. I am full of rage.)
Hee. Consumate. Be still my beating heart!
I hope things go well for you, too! And that I hear from you again sooner rather than later!
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