i got my first tattoo, it's pretty sweet. i think so anyway.
i've been begging my sister for so long now
so finally today we went
they were a bunch of cool like "heavy metal/rocker" dudes. the guy that did my tattoo reminded me a lot of frank [from my chem] they didn't even bother me about my age, i said i was 18 and that was that.
my sister and i got matching peace tattoos that say 'let it be' underneath it in my handwriting [we didn't like his handwriting] on our forearms. it hurt, but i did pretty well.
then when i went to wash my hands i felt like the biggest douche cause this guy that worked there told me the light switched on by clapping. what did i do? i clapped.
i realized when i came out that he was messing with me. he was a cutie pie.
[my turtle is staring at me]
i'm gonna put up a picture of it
p.s. i'm going home in like 2 days. eek.