All About G

It’s been ridiculously hard transitioning from Spring Break mode to School mode. It’s doubly weird because Spring Break wasn’t much of a vacation more than it was a week of more or less doing nothing.

So I discovered just how much of a life I really don’t have. Other than the trip to Oneonta to get the tattoo the Saturday after I returned, and the hair cut I got the Thursday before I had to come back to school, I spent all day, every day, pretty much either wandering aimlessly around the house whining about how there wasn’t anything to do, watching movies on my computer, or sitting on the couch and staring off into space. Oh, right! There were like, three afternoons in which Kimmie, Natalie, and I went to the park to have fun at the playground. And at least the weather outside was gorgeous. But still. I had no where to go, and pretty much no one to hang out with outside of my family, and Nat.

The weekend of my return to campus, Kimmie stayed at her boyfriend’s house Friday and Saturday night. She went straight to his house from school. So Friday, I spent the afternoon and evening at Nat’s house, playing Soul Caliber IV until midnight. And I spent all day Saturday watching Jackie Chan movies. It’s such a fail. And I hadn’t thought about it until I got done watching the fourth Jackie Chan movie, but I realized “holy crap, I have no life.”

Have I really stooped to that kind of level? I rag on Ricky all the time because he lives on World of Warcraft like it’s what keeps him alive every day (and seriously, his online gaming addiction is a problem. I might stage an intervention). And as I rag on him, I’m lounging around my house doing nothing? It just SCREAMS hypocrisy, and I hate it. I hate not having anything to do. And I hate not having anywhere to go. I hate how everyone I used to talk to is gone. And even the people I don’t talk to, just the people I see, they’re leaving too. It’s like Sidney’s becoming a ghost town. And it really sucks. I’m going to die of boredom, that’s for sure.

I’m hoping to get a job working at the pool over the summer. Maybe being out like that daily might help? I have no idea.

Well anyway, besides not having anything to do, I did get my third tattoo. And I did get a haircut, but I don’t have a picture yet so you’ll never know what it looks like muhahahaha! The tat hurt more than the other two, and of course that’s not a surprise, considering this one was over my cervical spine.

Why did I get this one? Well, as you can see, it’s a scorpion. And, if you haven’t already figured out by now, I’m a Scorpio, through and through (I find that hilarious, because I was born on the very last day of Scorpio and everything too). Anyways, I hadn’t thought about getting my star sign on my own.

What happened was, originally, I was going to get this tattoo with Kasedy, who was going to get a tattoo representing her star sign, Taurus, once she turned 18. It was going to be a matching tat thing; something that best friends do. Natalie and Kimmie were going to get their star signs in the upper shoulder region as well, so we could all match.

That was the original plan. That was also determined before this happened. I decided, however, that just because I wasn’t getting it with Kasedy didn’t mean I didn’t have to get it at all. Besides that, Kimmie and Natalie were still getting theirs as well (at least, that I know of). So this tattoo is a tad more symbolic to me than just “I’m a Scorpio,” and “my sister and friend are getting matching star sign tats.” It’s also a statement. It says “Hey, Kasedy. Fuck you. I don’t need you anymore, and here’s how I’m proving it. See this here? The thing that we were going to get together? Well I got it alone. You’re not needed in my life anymore.”

Anyways, so I messed up a bit in terms of moving money about, I’m glad I got this tattoo in the end. It’s very pretty, and everyone that’s seen it likes it, so it’s good Plus I know I’ll never regret getting this tat. If I did, I’d regret being a Scorpio, and we all know THAT’S never going to happen.

So that’s the summary of my spring break. Hopefully, next year’s will be a bit better. And that’s hoping that Sidney doesn’t become a ghost town by then.

EDIT: Well, I’m quite the stupid one. And senile… Anyway, turns out, I *did* have a good pic in my computer of me with me haircut, as you now see. I had completely failed to remember that I kept the pic I sent a couple of my friends on my phone. I sent it to my email, and well, here we are now. Hope you like it!

Comments (0) Mar 23 2010

A bit delayed, seeing that my internet was back last Wednesday, but since I now have the time and the energy to actually post something, I’m finally here, posting something.

So first off, to reassure anyone who was worried about it, my knee’s fine. The doctor I saw told me that it was just a minor strain and so long as I iced i and used my brace, I’d be fine. And my knee’s doing good now too. Which is awesome, seeing as how I have a soccer game tonight.

Of course, G wouldn’t be G without fucking something else up to make up for the healed injury; I went ahead and re-fractured my tailbone Thursday night after I tripped over a guy that I had knocked over 5 seconds before (he’s cute too, lol). Wonderful stuff let me tell you.

Moving on… the doctor I saw on Wednesday I also saw to see if I can get started on correcting my clavicle. I know that you readers have probably read about this whole fiasco, and I’ll let you know, I’ve made some more progress. The doctor was perfectly willing to help me out, and I had to sign three different release forms so the doctor can get all the medical information that’s been accumulated over the years. Once she reviews that info, she’d be able to refer me, and not just to any doctor, but the doctor I was wanted to go to! This makes me a lot happier than I was when I started out on this nightmare of an adventure.

Infant’s still an infant… I don’t know how many of you actually know who I’m talking about, but to summarize, he’s very retarded and immature, hence why I call him Infant. I sorta feel like I need to slap him around to get it through his thick skull that there is no way in all hell I would EVER go out with him. Even if he was the last man on earth, I wouldn’t even contemplate it. I’d probably kill myself instead.

In other news, the sun burned me, again. So now I’m gonna actually be careful in the early track season when I’m out in the sun for 8 hours non stop (I was working at the meet as opposed to actually competing). Other than that, I’ve been putting the lotion on the affected areas and whatnot. Hopefully the peeling won’t be as bad as when I got burnt last year…. THAT was hellish…

Oh! I promised I’d get you a picture of my tattoo, did I not? Well here you go; take a gander:

It only cost $100, which is a good deal, considering the guy who did it said that they usually charged $120-150 for four characters. I love how it came out. The tattoo artist made it so that the characters look like brush strokes, which has a more natural feel to it. I’m actually thinking about getting one more tattoo; it would be on my left shoulder blade, and it wouldn’t be too big, the character would probably just be a little bigger than the size of the characters in my name, and it’d be the kanji for “energy”. Any opinions on it?

Comments (1) Mar 29 2009