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Everythings been going pretty okay, I guess. The store is still standing, no major catastrophies, well unless you consider that broken glass orb thingie. But hey! That thing practically jumped off the shelf! Thats our story and we're sticking to it. Anya has been calling every week, as promised. She so funny, cause I think she half expects the store to be blown up every time she calls. Tristan isn't that bad at this, really. In fact I sorta bailed on him a little Friday night, and the store was still standing come Saturday. Though I think Tatiana being there helped a lot.
Schools, well almost done, yay! You know, I've totally maybe given quitting school to run the store thing a second thought. If I didn't think people would kill me, I would totally give it a third and fourth thought. Just cause, I mean I have no huge plans after school, so you know running a magic store seems as good a thing to do as any. Ooops there I go thinking about it again. Death, mayhem...no more thinking. Thinking is bad.
The 'rents still haven't said yes or no on the Ireland trip. To change the subject from them asking weird questions about work and stuff I asked them about going. I know I was gonna wait a little longer so they wouldn't have time to think too much about it. Momma asked why Ireland, and if I wanted to go on a trip why not visit Brians parents in Mexico or that the youth group at church was going some place, Joshua Tree National Park. Okay and just no. Dont have any desire to go into the desert or visit reverse godparents. But its hard to explain to the rents that I have a weird connection to the place, that I want to go back to where I once was a queen and you know the crazy stuff that would put me in a psyche ward. I think they are all leery because its gonna be Nick and me. I mean Marcus is going too but I think the Nick thing is what gets them. And I can't really go with the argument that well that boats sailed already, cause well that would be a bad arguing point. And then it would be, you know, again death and mayhem and possibly a convent school. People think I joke about these things but they so totally would, it'd be blazers and plaid skirts for me in a heartbeat. Which as weird as they have been acting, I'm not entirely sure that isnt a possibility. All I know is I think its time to come up with a plan B on the Ireland trip.
I decided to take a couple hours off from other people Friday and just be the dwelly person I am without people wondering what was wrong. Antisocial much? Anyways so I was thinking a lot about this past year, big surprise there. I realized that maybe I was making mountiains out of molehills, which by the way is a very stupid saying. There are many more people out there that have had way suckier things happen to them. If you weigh the good things against the bad things I think I still come out okay. I still feel like a stranger in my own life and I need to make some changes. But you know thats what life is about changing and stuff, right? Nothing can ever remain the same forever.
So yeah thats what I concluded while on my little time out this weekend, ooh and I decided to get a tatoo. On the small of my back, cause thats like cool and stuff. I heard some peope talking a while back about a guy who does them in a little shop down by the Fish Tank, which is like a grosser than gross seedy bar. Dude, Ralphs place is so much classier and its a demon bar for petes sake! Anyways, this guy that does tatoos and doesn't care so much about the legalities of one getting a tattoo if say one while mildly underage. I had the perfect idea for what I wanted. I wanted a phoenix, the mythical bird that once it dies its reborn out of its ashes. Some version of it is found in Egyptian, Greek, Assyrian, and like all kinds of civilizations. I'm sure no one else will get it, but I didn't get it for anyone else I got it for me.
Its crimson and orange, outlined in black which I was told would fade over the years and that I would have to go back but thats okay. I thought it was maybe gonna hurt a little but it didn't at all. I think the worst part was getting a little blush cause I wanted it super low on my back so that it wasn't that noticeable, but in order to do that I kinda had to lower my jeans just a teensy bit. Which considering there were other people and Steve the tattoo guy hanging about it was kinda embarrassing. But oooh its really pretty and um while I was there I decided to get a belly button ring too. There wasn't a symbolic meaning to that, I just thought it was cute. Pierced and tattood thats how I mark my epiphany. Maybe I should work on my decision making skills while I am making these changes in my life
Schools, well almost done, yay! You know, I've totally maybe given quitting school to run the store thing a second thought. If I didn't think people would kill me, I would totally give it a third and fourth thought. Just cause, I mean I have no huge plans after school, so you know running a magic store seems as good a thing to do as any. Ooops there I go thinking about it again. Death, mayhem...no more thinking. Thinking is bad.
The 'rents still haven't said yes or no on the Ireland trip. To change the subject from them asking weird questions about work and stuff I asked them about going. I know I was gonna wait a little longer so they wouldn't have time to think too much about it. Momma asked why Ireland, and if I wanted to go on a trip why not visit Brians parents in Mexico or that the youth group at church was going some place, Joshua Tree National Park. Okay and just no. Dont have any desire to go into the desert or visit reverse godparents. But its hard to explain to the rents that I have a weird connection to the place, that I want to go back to where I once was a queen and you know the crazy stuff that would put me in a psyche ward. I think they are all leery because its gonna be Nick and me. I mean Marcus is going too but I think the Nick thing is what gets them. And I can't really go with the argument that well that boats sailed already, cause well that would be a bad arguing point. And then it would be, you know, again death and mayhem and possibly a convent school. People think I joke about these things but they so totally would, it'd be blazers and plaid skirts for me in a heartbeat. Which as weird as they have been acting, I'm not entirely sure that isnt a possibility. All I know is I think its time to come up with a plan B on the Ireland trip.
I decided to take a couple hours off from other people Friday and just be the dwelly person I am without people wondering what was wrong. Antisocial much? Anyways so I was thinking a lot about this past year, big surprise there. I realized that maybe I was making mountiains out of molehills, which by the way is a very stupid saying. There are many more people out there that have had way suckier things happen to them. If you weigh the good things against the bad things I think I still come out okay. I still feel like a stranger in my own life and I need to make some changes. But you know thats what life is about changing and stuff, right? Nothing can ever remain the same forever.
So yeah thats what I concluded while on my little time out this weekend, ooh and I decided to get a tatoo. On the small of my back, cause thats like cool and stuff. I heard some peope talking a while back about a guy who does them in a little shop down by the Fish Tank, which is like a grosser than gross seedy bar. Dude, Ralphs place is so much classier and its a demon bar for petes sake! Anyways, this guy that does tatoos and doesn't care so much about the legalities of one getting a tattoo if say one while mildly underage. I had the perfect idea for what I wanted. I wanted a phoenix, the mythical bird that once it dies its reborn out of its ashes. Some version of it is found in Egyptian, Greek, Assyrian, and like all kinds of civilizations. I'm sure no one else will get it, but I didn't get it for anyone else I got it for me.
Its crimson and orange, outlined in black which I was told would fade over the years and that I would have to go back but thats okay. I thought it was maybe gonna hurt a little but it didn't at all. I think the worst part was getting a little blush cause I wanted it super low on my back so that it wasn't that noticeable, but in order to do that I kinda had to lower my jeans just a teensy bit. Which considering there were other people and Steve the tattoo guy hanging about it was kinda embarrassing. But oooh its really pretty and um while I was there I decided to get a belly button ring too. There wasn't a symbolic meaning to that, I just thought it was cute. Pierced and tattood thats how I mark my epiphany. Maybe I should work on my decision making skills while I am making these changes in my life