For a while, I had been playing around with the idea of getting a tattoo. I think at first it was more of a shock thing because I wanted to be cool. (Hey I was in middle school.) After a while I decided I wanted something that would be meaningful to me. And I was playing around with ideas, but nothing really seemed to stick.
In May of 2008, my mom passed away. Probably a few weeks after the fact, I knew exactly what I wanted for my tattoo. I wanted to get a rainbow with her name over it.
As long as I can remember, my mom had loved The Wizard of Oz. My sister and I watched it with her on several occasions, and she had a large china cabinet full of merchandise. My dad bought her the deluxe special edition of the DVD when the VCR ate the tape of it we had. (I mean super deluxe… it came with pictures, a copy of the script, everything.) So it’s safe to say that it was her favorite movie. And I thought what better way to remember her than with something from her favorite movie? So I decided on her name over a rainbow, because as cheesy as this sounds, that’s where she is to me — Over the rainbow.
Every aspect of the tattoo has meaning. Even the design itself because I had my cousin draw it for me. The colors are even significant. Red for my favorite color, Orange for my mom’s favorite color, and green for my sister’s favorite color. And the stars are yellow because yellow is my dad’s favorite color, even though he didn’t really wanna be part of the tattoo.
It is located on the back of my left shoulder. Yes it hurt. But the pain was bearable and very worth it. I absolutely love it.
This past year has been a learning experience for me. Sure I screwed up pretty bad but I’m working my way out of that. I decided what I’m really going to pursue, and even though I decided to change my major and screwed up my grades first semester I’m still proud of myself for making it this far and I feel accomplished for not giving up.
I’m still getting used to developing new study habits. In high school, the workload was obviously less and I didn’t really have to study, and I could procrastinate. I’ve realized in college, I can’t do that, and I actually have to study. And even though it’s taking some time, I’m still adjusting to that.
When I come back in the fall I’m going to be completely focused on school and writing.
Sometimes for whatever reason, I sort of forget to eat dinner. It’s usually times when I take a nap in the late afternoon and end up sleeping until 7 or 8 at night.
I crave it constantly for some reason. If the question is “Hey want to get Chinese?” the answer is always yes. :P
I met her in sixth grade. We talked, but didn’t become best friends until seventh grade. Anyway… One night when I was in sixth grade I was in my room and I found my old yearbook from kindergarten. I was looking through it and noticed that one of the girls in one of the other classes looked really familiar. I looked at the side of the page and saw her name. I was like “Oh wow.” So the next day at school I asked her if she had gone to the school I had gone to in kindergarten and she said yes. And I told her that I did too.
I know that I shouldn’t, but I always end up doing so, and then I regret it later when I’m up at four in the morning trying to write a paper that’s due the next day.
I used to think it was gross, and I wouldn’t even drink iced tea. For a while I wouldn’t drink cappuccino. And then my dad would get my sister and I mochas and things from Starbucks (and other places) when he would work their to fix their equipment. So then I would drink those, and then their lattes. And then I started drinking flavored coffees when my dad got a Keurig.
I would only drink hot tea when I was sick and I had to be craving iced tea to drink it, but now I can drink both whenever, and I actually crave iced tea more often.
It’s not really an obsession. I’m just kind of intrigued by sex and related topics. This may or may not have been caused by the fact that I had to teach myself things about sex and look up things on my own because my mom didn’t really want to talk to me about it.
But at the same time, I’m kind of awkward when it comes to sex too.
Ever since I was little, I liked to make up stories. And then once I learned to write, I would write them down in notebooks, and then started typing them up on the computer. Since then, obviously, my writing style has changed and grown. Even though I haven’t been able to write for a while, I still consider it my passion and I love it.
I don’t know why. I just can’t handle it. It makes me physically sick to my stomach. I don’t like reading about stuff like that either.
I guess I’m just an emotional person. But there are times when I cry at the weirdest things. It’s kind of funny sometimes.