How It Goes

I don't hide the fact that I have tattoos, in fact I love them, and love showing them off to people. Explaining what they are and what they mean; talking about the ones I want in the future. There are probably tons of photos and funny articles about the dumb tattoos that people have gotten and where they got them, bad quality and good quality alike (I've read some of them). And people deride tattoos, saying they're bad, that you'll regret them later, that it won't look good when you're trying to get a job and look professional, that they won't age well. But I have to disagree with that. Yeah, there are stupid people with sucky tattoos, but you kind of just have to forget about them. There are tons of dumb people in the world. I like to forget about those tattoos because I've seen ones that are amazing, real works of art. Ones that may or may not mean anything to the person but regardless are amazing either way. I also like the tattoos that mean somethi...

Fears are strange-how they come and go and develop over time. How something you were confident with before has you handling it with caution. It invades your subconscious, twists the way you react to something, and before you know it, you've changed. It's changed.

This last Thursday I got back from from visiting my brother, sister-in-law, and my niece (she's six months old and absolutely adorable) with my mom. We did a lot of super cool stuff over the course of three days there and two days spent traveling there. Besides this we also visited the Midtown Global Market, had Nepalese food, and my brother and I went on a ten-mile-abouts bike ride. It was super great to be able to go out and visit them. They live in another state, so we don't get to see them a lot, and this is also only the second time that I've gotten to see my niece, so going out to see them was a nice chance to visit. My ma and I also made a sight-seeing trip out of the ride to them (It's almost 11 hours, so breaks are nice) and split it up into two days. We got to see this abandoned town in the UP, Fayette, which is super cool and I recommend visiting it if you ever get the chance. Here are some of the photos from the trip:  I posed for some great shots (I...

It's currently 7:00 am, a time I normally only see if I've been pulling an all-nighter on homework. And you want to know what I've been doing? Binge-watching on Netflix. I think it's a coping mechanism for having no reason and no roommates to pull all-nighters with anymore.  Moral of the story: I'm home and still making bad life choices.  Yes, I'm home. I have officially completed my first year of college, and it feels weird. Normally one would feel happy to be away from school for a couple of months, and while I am, I already miss it a little. Being in college meant that I had my own freedom to do whatever I want, whenever I wanted. It was making my own responsibilities and truing to make sure I took care of them. And now I'm back under the thumb of my mother.  My mother and I have an interesting relationship, one where we tend to get along better while I'm at college. You see, I don't respond well to parental instruction. Constant parental ins...

I started out this school year alone for a week in a pre-program for architect students, and let me tell you, that was not the most fun week of my life. Then my roommates came into my life and the year was full of crazy-ness and noise and fun and excitement.  Now everyone is moving out and the dorms are so quiet. I'm not going swing dancing tonight with my friends because I have a lot of work to do. So, not everyone has moved out yet, but everyone's gone right now and it's pretty lonely, and I don't like it.  You never know how well you're going to get along with your roommates in college and I certainly lucked out with mine and with the friends that I made.  I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't really know where I'd be without them, and it's pretty hard to spend so much time with people and then just not see one another for a couple months.  It gets too quiet. TheFabKid

So, I've been watching this (super great, I think) medical drama lately (Emily Owens, M.D. of which there is only one season and that fact makes me incredibly sad) and it's been getting me thinking about sick people and hospitals, and it's made something come to my attention.  I've decided that I don't like hospitals. At all. When my dad had cancer both the first time and the relapse, he was in a hospital for part of the time. My most distinct memory is watching the original Karate Kid on VHS in the family waiting room and being the only one in there. And my mom came in and told me that my dad's cancer was back and I'm pretty sure that, besides the memorial service, that was last time that I cried in front of my mom, and pretty much anyone else for that matter.  Then, last year my Nana got admitted to the hospital, and while it wan't bad right away, it got worse and that was where she passed away (it still doesn't feel real). We were there for a...

Life choices I have made so far today: Good: Sitting in my warm basket of laundry that I just got out of the dryer. Bad: Waiting until 4am to work on my portfolio. Good: Working on my portfolio. Bad: Forgetting to buy cough medicine when I had the chance. Maybe Bad? Stirring my coffee with a butter knife because I don't want to do my dishes. And there's still so much of the day left! TheFabKid

Today I'm feeling like a complete badass. So there. TheBadassKid

I wish that I didn't feel so shitty. I wish that I had a thicker skin. I wish that I hadn't put myself in this situation. I wish that Karma really worked, and that if you did good things that good karma would came back to you     and make you feel better when you really needed it. I wish I wasn't a wimp. I wish I made better choices. I wish I wasn't so emotional. I wish that I could deal with things better. I wish life and school wasn't punching me in the face right now. I wish I could have a regular sleep schedule. I wish I didn't feel like this over something like school (it makes me feel really stupid that something like stress from school projects can make me so...everything). When you say a word like that over and over, it starts to feel like it looses its meaning. But it doesn't. And I still wish...