“Did that just blow your mind?” “That JUST happened!” 10 points that don’t mean anything to the first person who can name that movie.
First of all, I totally forgot that I had yesterday’s post going up and how freaking appropriate that it went up when it did because that night, I had a complete mental breakdown. I’m talking, when you finally hit a wall after all sorts of things have been building up inside you and you just can’t take it anymore. G.D. (gosh damn) mental illnesses. You can stop trying to ruin me now, thanks, ass faces.
Moving right along… after my freak-out Wednesday night, I was a complete zombie on Thursday (good thing I don’t do anything for my “job” but watch movies and work on blog posts, right?). So, to pick my spirits up, Coro-Poro took me to watch my little brother’s baseball game with the ‘rents. P.S. shout-out to my little brother for receiving 2nd team all-conference for the northwest NWAAC division and a Golden Glove recipient! He might annoy the shit out of me for how G.D. arrogant he can be, but I’m proud of him!
Well, there was some miscommunication between mommy dearest and myself about what time the game started so Cor and I had some time to waste before the first pitch. He said since we were close to his tattoo artist, he wanted to stop in and talk about making an appointment to get some more ink done (just what he needs… not). So, we drove down the street to it and went in. Unfortunately, his “guy” wasn’t there… Y’all know that I’ve wanted to get a tat for quite some time, right? And you know what’s been holding me back, of course. Does the word “needle”, ring a bell? Yeah, home girl don’t DO needles. Ain’t nobody got time for that. But here we were in a tattoo shop so I figured I would ask some questions.
We walked back to the car and got in at which point our conversation was as follows:
Me: Wouldn’t it be super cray cray if I just got a tattoo right here, right now?
Cory: It wouldn’t be crazy. Let’s do it.
Me: Ya think? No way. I’m not ready! I haven’t prepared myself… does it hurt? What does it feel like, again? Should I? Shit, my palms are sweating just talking about it!
Cory: We’re here. You’ve been talking about that tattoo for almost a month now and the guy is just sitting there… Just get it done!
Me: Oh shit, fuck shit, shit, shit. Ok, ok, ok…ok. Ok. I’m ready; I’m gonna do it. Let’s do this.
(walking back into the tattoo shop)
Me: I’m shaking. Bring the water; what if I pass out? I’m scared that I’m gonna pass out. I need water!! Holy shit, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
(I think Cory was getting irritated with all my comments and complaints that he just stopped listening)
I was so damn nervous; I could barely fill out my paperwork. Um, why do they need a copy of my driver’s license? Shit is intense.
Lemme play it all out for y’all in pictures:
...yeah, I'd say that seems pretty fitting for the way my life has been for a while.
I still can’t believe I got it done. Ask me how long the whole process took including prep? Less than a minute. Serious. I can’t make this shit up people.
I’m super proud of myself for facing my fears and finally being able to cross this little diddy off my bucket list:
The best part? Cory paid for it! Hi, sweetest guy EVER!
My parent’s reaction? Priceless. I put my foot up, all saran wrapped, on the rail at the game and started a normal conversation with them; all the while glancing down towards my foot every few seconds until they noticed. ‘What’s wrong with your foot? What is that?! You finally got one! What does it mean!? Did it hurt? Oh man, now I’VE gotta get one!’
And there you have it, folks. I’ve officially been inked (Please read that in Xibit’s voice when he says ‘you’ve officially been pieemped’… because that’s the way I typed it.). Getting a tattoo makes me feel like one BAMF… even if it is small and nothing even remotely badass