Thanks for the end. I've only got a week left in the semester and I'm so happy I'm yipping. I had mono for the majority of it and other problems that need not be discussed they're so trivial. Anyway somehow I'll make it out with okay grades granted I get out of ancient philosophy thats been plaguing me and I get the grade in existentialist literature the professor assures me I can... Its funny how little time I spend working in school and how much I want to be free of that time all together. I'll also get to see some very nifty friends coming back from Chicago, Montreal etc so at the very least I have that to show for it.
I've decided to kick off my final hoorah with a new tattoo. The cover of unknown pleasures on my back. I've been toying with the idea of it for a long time but will finally follow through tomorrow. Zang. It's going to take 1.5 hours. The pain won't mean much but the boredom. Dear god the boredom. I don't really get nervous because I won't regret them but I will be bored while getting them. At least last time I got to talk about the smiths for its entirety.
After tomorrow this will be on the lower left side of my back about 7 inches vertically. Also check out this weird video.
Its funny though over the course of the semester I've cut off ties from those who made up a good portion of my life. Those that I associated with almost exclusively for the past two years just seem trivial. Literati that doesnt read. Activists that aren't active. All for the sake of katty condescension with nothing to back it up with. My roommate for instance: shes bitched about my new tattoo (music tattoo is fleeting, though unknown pleasures was released in 79 and aside from being a timelessly rad album, has personal meaning for me) after which she proceeded to tell me about her idea for a "existentialist tattoo that will remind her she's only responsible for herself and her choices." Oh the irony.
The bitterness of the last paragraph of the blog entry aside, I'm in quite high spirits with the end of lameness in sights and start of super fun times ahead! EHE!
Also this halirous and describes my playful attitude well.
I've decided to kick off my final hoorah with a new tattoo. The cover of unknown pleasures on my back. I've been toying with the idea of it for a long time but will finally follow through tomorrow. Zang. It's going to take 1.5 hours. The pain won't mean much but the boredom. Dear god the boredom. I don't really get nervous because I won't regret them but I will be bored while getting them. At least last time I got to talk about the smiths for its entirety.
After tomorrow this will be on the lower left side of my back about 7 inches vertically. Also check out this weird video.
Its funny though over the course of the semester I've cut off ties from those who made up a good portion of my life. Those that I associated with almost exclusively for the past two years just seem trivial. Literati that doesnt read. Activists that aren't active. All for the sake of katty condescension with nothing to back it up with. My roommate for instance: shes bitched about my new tattoo (music tattoo is fleeting, though unknown pleasures was released in 79 and aside from being a timelessly rad album, has personal meaning for me) after which she proceeded to tell me about her idea for a "existentialist tattoo that will remind her she's only responsible for herself and her choices." Oh the irony.
The bitterness of the last paragraph of the blog entry aside, I'm in quite high spirits with the end of lameness in sights and start of super fun times ahead! EHE!
Also this halirous and describes my playful attitude well.