I got a pm from someone telling me I'm 'so fit.'

Ahahahahhaha xD

In other news, I'm feeling very queasy, tired and shakey and I'm not entirely sure why. I'm hoping a good night of sleep will cure all. Personally, I'm almost concerned my body's still reacting from that tatt. I'll be honest, that's the most pain I've actually felt in a long time. I'm still feeling weak. I'll feel better tomorrow, right? Good bowl of cereal and something to drink and everything's hunkey-dorey, yes?

Oi.

OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH!

But it's almost official that the tat artist might have a crush on me, even Ash thinks so.

But OUUUUCCCCHHHH!

I'm in Orlando chillin with Ash. Tomorrow's the tatt day *super scared*.

It's going on the shoulders. I stopped by the tatt place and the artist sat down with me and we looked up pictures for references and he got a blue pen and drew on my shoulder how big he was thinking of doing it and where he wanted it to be. We adjusted it a bit more out but, wellies, who knows. I'm all sorts of super nervous. I'm totally looking forward to this and I think it'll look great but I'm still like 'argh omg!!!' x.x

Wish me oodles of luck ya'll!

I didn't do much for holloween. In fact, I did nothing xD except flirt with some guys at the student center, which is a big achievement for a recluse like me, so respect ya'll!

I DID do this though! [url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBy_0vHDtsM[/url]

It's me signing "Van Nuys" WATCH IT, you can even see my Kat Von D poster in the background :3

Actually, no, this weekend was surprisingly busy, lots of shit to do. I wanted to just stay holed up in my room today, but had to get groceries and then print out stuff for writing class, and then I ran out of prints in the library so had to print out the rest in my room, then ran out of ink, so had to walk the half mile back to the parking garage, go to office max, get ink, come back, get run over (seriously xD I was one foot away from becoming very intimate with a car), then recluse by to my room again. There's a reason I don't go out often.

Next weekend will be more insane, with a new tattoo...though I still don't know where to put it. I'm thinking it's going to end up being a coin toss.

So I went to my favorite tattoo artist, the one I have a HUGE crush on that did my cherry blossom, to ask him about a new one.

I was two Foo Dog, male and female, but I don't want them all garish and ferocious looking with such gaudy colors. So I came to him and told him I was looking for elegant and pretty with a little bit of movement to them. I was also thinking of getting them on my front, just over the top of my collar bones. I was thinking small, but he's highly against that idea. He says my front is already so powerful as it is and so attractive that he doesn't want to dare mess it up. So he says if I did get something there, I'd get to get it biggish, like starting around my shoulders down, and he could make them really really soft in colors so they don't STAND OUT but would add to me.

Well I don't know about getting anything TOO big up there, because I wanna think about the future too, yahknow? Like, jobs and stuff. But then, would I actually go into my future job in a sphagetti strap shirt? No. I'd wear a nice cover-up top. Then I think: well, dressing up nice, that might take away.

I don't dress up nice a lot anyway.

I think: wedding? How would they look with a wedding dress?

Would it be that big of a deal? If the guys marrying me, he should marry me for me and already know I have tattoos.

Still... it's SUCH a big decision.

So the artist mention I put them on my hips, one on each side. I could even have one winding around my blossom.

*Sigh* I just don't know. I really want something up top, something beautiful and he makes it sound beautiful. At the same time, it IS such a big decision.

Just gave my informative speech in my speech class. Thank god that's over! I even had a girl compliment me on it afterward, which was nice. Next I've got a test in Psych of Romantic Love on a book pretty much the entire class didn't understand, so it's possible we're all going to bomb.

I'm not even goanna worry about it or even TRY to study. Seriously, the book didn't just go over my head, it went over my head, back around the bottom and then thwacked me in the forehead for good measure.

I saw my Advanced Fiction teacher yesterday while having lunch at a Crispers (mmmm Crispers). He came up of his own accord and said hi and told me that he thought the ending of my short story was just fine and not to change the build up (the class had some problems with it. Half wanted me to keep it, and half wanted me to add in MORE buildup. In the end: please the teacher.)

Now all I gotta do is edit the one story, re-edit the one I submitted LAST semester to submit again THIS semester, and then figure out what the hell topic I'm going to use for my persuasive speech. I remembered it had to do something about love, but God help me, I can't remember anymore >.<

I wrote it down but I think I accidentally threw away the paper with the topic!

*Stretches* I'm thinkin' ihop for pancakes and then the grocery store for a few things then back in the room to finish some homework, memorize my speech, and write my silly fanfiction.

It feels like a good day.

seriously? seriously?

So it's midnight and I'm trying to sleep when the suitemate comes into her room with a TON of friends (and girls are NOT the silent breed) and they pop in a movie and turn it up super loud. So I try to ignore it, for a while, until the fact that while BOTH doors are closed I can still hear quite well the movie, I get out of bed and ask them to quiet it down.

Then the suitemate decides to take a shower, while her friends are still in the room. Uhm...okay?

Wouldn't be a big deal, if the sound of the water running through the pipes for our shower literally wasn't the same sound of about ten teakettles steaming. So now I've got that shrieking right beside my head and her moron friends talking.

I'm goanna kill these bitches. =D


On the positive side (and this is a lame positive but a positive nonetheless so just take it): I started writing fanfic for a certain fandom (ain't saying what but you're welcome to guess. I swear you never will), and a particular author I REALLY respect gave me a super nice review on the story, so I'm kinda walkin on cloud 9 in that regard at least.

So the ONLY reason I EVER took up a Creative Writing minor was so I could take the 'Manuscript' class where we get to focus on one large piece of work. So I'm making sure everything is cool in my schedule next semester, my LAST semester since I can't afford anymore, and I see that my Senior Seminar, which is required for graduation, is at the SAME time as the Manuscript class. What's MORE, to even TAKE the manuscript class (due to schedule oversight that my ADVISER should have seen and brought to my attention) I also have to take two other classes for I can even CONSIDER taking the Manuscript class.

So!

What's probably going to end up happening is I'm going to have to drop my minor or else it will interfere with my chance to graduate and I probably wont be able to take manuscript anyway unless I get on my knees and BEG the teacher (currently my short story teacher) to please let me take the class as a non-minor and only able to attend one out of the two classes per week.

Wow.

Fuck me over why don't yah Flagler?

I need to start better defining my boundaries to some of the morons I share a college with.

There's a black kid that apparently finds me interesting enough to talk to and hang out with, but no NEARLY interesting enough to learn my name. So every time he sees me, he WHISTLES for my attentions, rather than learn my name and call it, or even say: "You with the long hair!" I am about to lose my patience with this dick. I am NOT a dog. He and I share ENOUGH classes, HE should be able to learn my name if he wants to talk to me THAT much and THAT badly.

Second, there's this girl that apparently thinks she and I are best friends forever and that therefore it's okay to be physically affectionate with me. Maybe if she were hot, sure. This is one of those times when I'm going to act like Dummy. This broad is hideous. I'm sorry, but it's true. She makes Oompa-Loopma's look sexy. She's short, stumpy, pinched up, unattractive face, annoying expressions. She's just fucking ugly and she lacks in a personality to boot. So since this broad and I go to Spirit together, she seems to think we're totally cool.

There's one classroom that she has a class in first and then I have a class in after her about an hour later, so I hang out and do computer work in there. And this annoying little bitch is always last one out to ask the teacher questions that even the teacher is annoyed she has to answer (probably AGAIN). So one day this broad thinks it's cool that while I'm in the middle of something she can just walk up and HUG me.

No.

No.

NO.

I may be a touchy person. I like to cuddle and cling, but ONLY if I've made it perfectly clear I WANT to cuddle and cling with you. Don't try to push physical affection upon me, especially if I've made it rather evident I'm not even interested being an ACQUAINTANCE of yours.

Then today this broad wants to know if I got such and such email.

Heavy sigh. "No."

"Oh. Well it said blah blah blah."

"Okay. Thanks." Nice and dismissively clipped. Even the TEACHER has noticed I DON'T want to talk.

"Are you okay?"

"Fine."

"You sure?"

"I'm just tired."

Suddenly this little freak starts walking toward me and I KNOW what she has planned. I thought the first time she wrapped her arms about me and I got INCREDIBLY tense and sullen was obvious enough that I'm on a no-touchy basis with her. Obviously she's just not smart enough to grasp body-language.

"I don't need a hug."

"You don't need a hug?"

"No. I don't."

"Oh well...okay. Get some sleep! That's what I'm going to do tonight."

Like I reeeaallly fuckin care.

Gawd.


I don't care HOW mean this all sounds. I'm sick of the whistling black kid and I'm sick of this creepy little girl that assumes it's cool to be in my space.