Let’s take a look, shall we?
Why are people searching “armpit hair”?! Haha, I mean, I’m not mad. Hey, it’s bringing new visitors to this blog, but… come on.
In other news, it seems that boners are the new accessory in fashion. Don’t believe me? Take a look at this:
Oh yes. Guess it’s cool now to have a boner while you’re rushing off to work with your coffee, checking your time. Remember that, boys!
Check out the rest here.
I reactivated my facebook this morning. I hadn’t used it in over a week – about a week and a half, and to be truthful, I didn’t really miss it. Yeah, it was great to be able to know what everyone is talking about, to be able to be tagged in pictures from the past week, to stalk people again to see what everyone is up to.
But all it takes is one picture of Paris to remind me why I stopped using facebook in the first place.
I did really well when I reactivated it. I went to his facebook once, by accident actually (I’m serious), and that’s been it. I haven’t had the urge to go to it anymore. But because we have mutual friends, they’ve uploaded pictures whose albums I go through and he happens to be tagged in. So I see once picture, and the only thing I know to do is to close my browser completely. It’s like I went into panic mode.
Fuck you facebook.
It’s one of the few manly things about me…
So, my tattoo. It says “Familie. Freunde. Musik”. Which means “Family. Friends. Music” in German. They’re the 3 things, in that order, that I need in my life.
The whole getting it process wasn’t bad at all. I wasn’t nervous until I got there for my appointment at 6. I walked in and my artist was getting everything ready for me. I went over and she had me sit on the bed and we worked on the placement of it. Because it’s my first tattoo, I wanted it make sure it was in the right place, so I had her move it 3 or 4 times until I was happy with where it was. After that, she had me lay down on the bed with my arm on a little arm-rest type thing on the side. She then explained that the inner bicep is one of the most sensitive places to get a tattoo and that it’ll especially start to hurt the closer we got to the armpit. And then she said “so we’re going to start by the armpit first and work our way out”. Great, let’s start with the most painful place!
But then she started, and it wasn’t bad at all. I was expecting much much worst. I had my friend S holding my hand the entire time, but I don’t feel like I actually needed it. The pain only got a little bad when she had to go over it again, but the first part was completely fine. The entire process took maybe a half hour – 45 minutes. It was a breeze. I absolutely love it.
Soooo… I’m getting a tattoo on Thursday. I’ve been meaning to write a post about this for a couple months now, but I didn’t want to jinx myself. I’ll have pictures Thursday night!
Back at school, hence why I haven’t updated or commented on anyone’s blogs in awhile. I’m catching up tonight, and will hopefully figure out a consistent time for me to continue this.
Today was my first day of classes, and they were okay. I only saw Paris once, and it was in passing so I didn’t even have to deal with him. I hope the rest of the semester goes like this so that I don’t have to even see him. Even though that is very unlikely. My schedule changed around a bit, as I am going through with re-adding my education major. I met with the head of the department today, and we mapped out my next two semesters here on campus and my semester student teaching. So everything is in place. Now, I’m just trying to figure out if I should overload on credits as to not be worried for my last two semesters here, or if I should save some of my classes for those semesters and not go too hard this semester. I’ll figure it out.
I may or may not be going on The Abs Diet. I bought the book when I was a freshmen and read through it, but because I had no way of cooking my own meals it was really impossible to follow through with it. Now, everything seems fairly simple to follow. I’m buying all my own groceries this semester so if I am dedicated enough, I can follow through it. Luckily, I already am dedicated enough to work out and it’s already placed in my schedule to go. I like going to the gym so that is the easy part for me. It’s combining the two that is difficult. And especially being as busy as I am, it’s hard to have 6 meals a day like it says to do. So we’ll see what happens with that. If I do it, you’ll all be the first to know.
But yeah, back at school. It’s been fine, I suppose. I’m trying to stay as optimistic as I can, for as long as I can. I know that I’m going to have a lot of work this semester, so I’m hoping that I can stay on top of it all. And now that I don’t have Facebook as a distraction, it shouldn’t be too hard :-p
After the whole screw up with Paris, I decided that me and Facebook were no longer on good terms. I deactivated my account, and then found a plug-in for Firefox that let me block the website entirely. Xanga was blocked along with it. This way, I will have no possible way of creating the habit of going to his Facebook or Xanga. This may seem drastic, and crazy, whatever. You do what you gotta do. And so far, it feels great. I’m not using my computer entirely as much. And you realize those who actually want to talk to you because, now that they can’t write on your wall, they call or text you. As cliché as it sounds, deactivating Facebook has been good so far.
The next batch of 10 random things about me is coming soon. I’m already working on it. I’m sure nobody is really that interested in 100 facts about me, but it’s a blast coming up with these stupid lists. And it actually makes me realize how strange I am.
Only one more day being home. Tomorrow I have a huge family event that I’m not going to talk about here just yet. And then I come home, pack and do laundry for the rest of the night. Tonight, I started to really miss school, because my family and I went out to dinner and it just felt like nobody listened to me, at all. And I realized, since I’ve been home, I really haven’t been around my family a whole lot. So I forgot about how I used to feel like I was no longer played a large role in the family. But now those feelings are back. It’s complicated though, because I don’t want to go back to school, but I don’t want to stay here at home.
Maybe I’ll just go to Toronto.
