fifth period and i'm feelin' frisky!

actually, my feet really hurt.

i just remembered this dream i had last night where i spontaneously decided to get all these tattoos all over me. i was a little afraid of doing it but i didn't really care, and when it was all done i felt this amazing sense of having something new about myself. it was a good feeling. i had like, two simpsons tattoos, one of which was like, homer as a skeleton vampire or something. i had two tattoos on my lower back and some on my arms. i can't really remember what the others were... i think just designs. getting the tattoos didn't hurt at all, and i bragged about how i was immune to pain. OH!!!!!! i just remembered what one of the other tattoos was!! it was like, this space lady in a lab coat above three playing cards. i don't know why the hell i got that but i did. and i remember sitting at the dinner table with long sleeves, trying to cover up the tattoos and figuring out what i would say to my parents if or when they noticed. i was scared because the playing cards and space lab coat lady was implying las vegas somehow, which equaled SLEAZE in the dream. finally, my dad asked about the tattoo because i guess he knew. i showed him and i was all scared, but he said it was cool. although it was in the tone he uses when he doesn't approve of something but respects it. then my mom liked it, too. i got so excited since they didn't freak out and i decided to go out THAT NIGHT and get more tattoos. i was gonna get the fluffy thing from rejected somewhere. and then i got all worried about running out of places on my body to put tattoos.

i wonder if i'll ever seriously get a tattoo.

it seems like it would be really neat, but... god, i dunno. i suppose that if i ever got sick of whatever i'd get, i'd just convince myself i was born with this really crazy birthmark and had no way of getting rid of it. i wonder what the amazing lure of the tattoo is... i mean, the best thing is when someone gets a tattoo that actually means something. like a family symbol or a memorial for a dead friend, somewhere along those lines. then i'd imagine you'd never get sick of it, because it's significant of someone or something. now that's cool.

the music for the scene in 28 days later where jim runs through the house killing everyone just came on my ipod. it is goooooood.

wicky wicky yo!