I really have no idea what last night was about. As soon as I got into bed all this drama started. What am I supposed to believe when it comes to all of this? I'm all about patching up what I had with Brianna to try to be friends and all that. Whatever. I guess I'll take things as they go and continue posting insignificant blogs about my daily quarrels.
Past
Tattoos
I've always liked tattoos. My whole life. I guess I never really imagined being covered with tattoos until recently but it seems like a very tangible thing at this point in time. I want my right arm to be finished before I really get anything else done but a sleeve is such an important thing. I'm really overwhelmed trying to think about possibilities for something that important. After I get my arm done I'd really love getting one of my thighs and my feet. My calf's are really the most important place for me because I want portraits on my calfs. Those will probably not be done until I'm 20 or 21. I guess when it comes down to it all of them are equally important, but I plan on my calfs being done by a really good tattoo artist. Money is no object.
Homework all day
Erreyday.
School
I really hate school. It sucks so much and I really can't connect with anyone there except Becca. It's literally the most shitty place in the whole world. I want a new bike. Like a racing bike. Why do I feel like I need money so badly? Whatever.
I'm over the whole twitter thing. Why do people need 5+ social networking sites? I feel as if Facebook has kind of revolutionized the whole networking thing. Another thing I really hate about internet subculture are viral successes. Why do things like Boxxy (Link) and FML get so popular?
Oh and Virginia needs a velodrone.
Life
I'm not really sure what's going on right now. I think I'm going to start looking for a job so I can always have some security in my life. I literally have 63 cents in my bank account right now and it's quite a shitty feeling when you realize you can't even afford a gallon of gas. I want to be able to get more tattoos, a new phone, stuff for my dog when I move out, records, and furnishings for the new apartment. Why is life so hard? I don't know. Maybe that's just how all teens go through life. I hope I get some financial security sooner or later. Maybe after graduation. Oh and Becca will be gone until Saturday. Blows. I'm playing in an orchestra concert Sunday night. Everyone in the whole world should come. Good night.
Here's a bear for you.
