(In order of appearance)
This is an in-progress cast list. I will be adding more once more key characters come into play.
(In order of appearance)
This is an in-progress cast list. I will be adding more once more key characters come into play.
I remember waking up
but not what time.
I remember my father crying
but not knowing why.
I remember the drive to say goodbye
but not where we were headed.
I remember seeing him in pain,
but not being able to help.
I remember my parents talking to a doctor
but not about what.
I remember holding his paw
as he slowly drifted away.
It was five thirty in the morning when I woke up. Ben turns over next to me and says that we need to get out of bed. I mumbled into my pillow and closed my eyes again. Five forty-five, I finally stumble out of bed and throw clothes on. I run to the bathroom down the hall and put on my face and contacts. I get back to the room and see that Ben’s still in his pajamas. As he’s getting dressed, I put my stuff together. My school work, sweatpants, and hoodie in my book bag, as well as two umbrellas. The weather channel said it was supposed to rain. I make sure my bus ticket is in my purse as I put my scarf on. Ben puts his coat on and we leave.
We make it to the bus at six fifteen in the morning. I haven’t been up this early in, it seems forever. We sit next to our friends and sign in with two girls that were a part of the trip. The bus starts to slowly roll away from campus and the picks up speed on the highway. I look forward to a four hour ride from Plattsburgh, NY to Boston, MA. Half the ride I spend sleeping, the other half I spend killing the battery on my iPod, listening to music and playing video games. It’s not until four hours have gone and we stop at a rest stop, that we realize the bus driver has taken the long way. So instead of four hours on the bus, it’s around five and half/six hours long.
We finally arrive at Boston around one in the afternoon. The girls behind the trip tell us to be back here at a quarter to ten. We decide to walk around the market square and check out the stores. American Eagle, Urban Outfitters, and H&M are just some of the stores we went to. We also went to a bunch of small shops that sold records, books, hats, fishing gear, and military clothing. We stopped at Starbucks and I got my delicious latte then a 7Eleven for the guys to buy their slurpees.
We stop at this restaurant called Dick’s Last Resort. It’s known for their service to be “dicks”. The waiter was supposedly funny rude to us all. Each of us got a paper hat that they wrote mean things on. Mine said, “I’m just like every other soulless ginger, just fun size!” I ordered a half rack of ribs. Just going to say, delicious. The fries were the perfect amount of crispiness. YUM.
After lunch, we walked through the city, looking for Prudential Center. Let me just say, this mall is one the of the most fancy malls I’ve ever been to. As well as on of the most expensive. We ate Ben and Jerry’s ice cream at the food court, as well as dinner. Best quesadilla I had in a long time.
I bought a pair of shorts at American Eagle and two books at Barnes and Noble, “Bittersweet” by Sarah Ockler and “Suite Scarlett” by Maureen Johnson. I can’t wait to read them! They are definitely being added to my Novel List.
After the mall, we walked back to the general area where the bus would be. It was only eight at night. We decided to stop by the bay. It was beautiful. The sailboats looked like so much fun.
On the bus ride back home, I slept through it all. I guess I didn’t need to bring my notebooks to do work. I slept both ways on the bus instead. Let me just say that Boston is nothing compared to New York City, however, it’s one of the cleanest cities I’ve ever been too. What I did like was how the air didn’t taste like pollution like NYC does. The sky was so clear at night, I was able to see stars. Who can do that? See stars in a city? I loved it. I also loved the architecture, it was so beautiful and old.
Ben and I are definitely coming back next year. :)
I’m writing about my first tattoo and I don’t know how to start it… Well let’s start with how my day began.
I woke up at eleven in the morning, because what other time is a college student supposed to wake up at during winter break, and ate some oatmeal. My Google search taught me that it’s good to eat something at least an hour before your tattoo. Not something too light like a salad or too heavy like pasta. I chose oatmeal, because one it’s delicious, two it fills me up, and three it takes only one minute in the microwave.
After I ate, I took a shower. Google said that it’s good to wash your body before you get your tattoo done. The reasoning behind it is so the artist doesn’t think you smell bad and rush through the tat. When I was finally ready to go around two in the afternoon, I drove to the bank with my mum and my best friend Victor. I stopped by the bank to get cash, because most places like to get paid in cash.
Then it was go time. I was somewhat nervous, somewhat excited. Just like on the first day of college. Except college wouldn’t hurt you.
When I reached the tattoo shop I talked to the artist Chad. I went to Skin City in New Windsor, New York. I love the environment there. It’s clean, has nice decor, good music, and nice people.
Chad and I talked about the tattoo design and where I wanted to get it. Originally, it was going to be on my bikini line, however we decided to make it a little higher, so it could contort well with my hips and curves. Once we got the design done, he put the stencil on me. I loved it. When he was about to begin, my heart was pounding and I told my mum to grab my hand.
Once the needle went into my skin, it hurt a little bit. Once he got to the bone, it hurt a lot to the point where I was actually making noise. I tried to focus on my breathing and the music around me. Then I tried concentrating on my mum and Victor’s conversation, joining in every now and then. At some points when Chad was on the bone, I couldn’t even think, let alone talk. However, the pain was bearable.
Once the stencil was finished, my endorphins kicked in and it was numb. I could barely tell when the needle was in my skin, except for when he was on the bone. Once he started filling in the stars and the crescent moon, it hurt a little bit. It just felt like someone was scratching you over and over again in the same spot. After a while, it became numb again.
It took about 45 minutes to an hour to finish the tattoo. Chad was very nice and interesting to talk to. I was so proud of myself. I surprised myself with the fact that I could handle that type of pain. It really wasn’t that bad. Everybody makes out tattoos as very painful, regrettable decisions. However, mine was bearable and I know I will never regret my tattoo.
I got this certain tattoo because of my love for the sea, the moon, and the stars. When I go to the beach and swim in the ocean, I am the most content that I can be. The ocean has been a part of my life since I can remember. My family and I go down to the Jersey Shore every summer. We’ve also been to Florida, the Caribbean, and Mexico. When I’m in the sea, on a boat, my life comes to a halt and I just indulge in the beauty of it all.
The reason I got the moon is a very complex reason. I have always had a love for the moon. I am a night person, and obviously during the night, the moon is out. When I see the moon, I am at peace. It’s just soothing. I think it’s incredible how the moon can control the sea’s waves. My favorite animal is the wolf and the wolf’s love for the moon is just another reason for me to love it as well. I got the stars because I just think that when the night sky is clear, the moon is hanging high, and its so starry, that it’s just beautiful. I’ve always had a curiosity for the moon and stars. What’s out there in space? What are all these constellations? What are stars made out of? I love astronomy as well as astrology and stars just seem to represent both.
The wording, “Stella del Maré” stands for Star of the Sea in Italian. I chose Italian, because I am half Italian. My father’s side is all Italian and I take pride in my nationality. I know some Italian and plan on taking more courses in college to further my knowledge of such a beautiful language.
I love my tattoo and how it incorporates all three of my favorite things that I love into one. My tattoo has many memories behind it of the sea, as well as my favorite animal, my aspiration for knowledge about astrology and astronomy, and my nationality.
I chose the spot to be on my left hip because it’s near my bikini line and I always wear bikinis at the beach. I really don’t know why I chose my left side. I feel like it was a subconscious decision. My cartilage piercing is also only on my left ear. Research shows that you chose whatever side opposite of your writing hand. I’m a righty, so I picked my left side of the body. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but whatever. I also chose my hip, because it’s a spot where it can be hidden underneath clothing. I know I will be getting a professional job and you have to look professional, so it’s in a good spot where I can hide it if need be.
I love my tattoo and can’t wait to get my next two. (: And yes, you read correctly, I plan on getting another two. However, no more.
Can be hectic. It can also be stressful and nerve-wracking.
But there is a way to be calm, collected, and in control about it.
First you need to decide what you’re taking and what you’re leaving behind. Sometimes, the situation might call for throwing away some things as well. It’s best to do that in advance.
Then of course, the shopping. For a coffee machine, a mini-fridge, a television, a rug, and a curtain. And if you want, some posters to spruce up those white walls of your dorm room. Be prepared to spend a lot, like a lot, a lot. So much freaking money! I’m telling you!
Number three on the list is choosing your weapon of packing. Metaphorically, of course. Cardboard boxes, plastic boxes, plastic garbage bags, plastic shopping bags. People usually choose depending on their mode of transportation.
Next is choosing your path on how to get there. Plane, train, boat, car, bus, mini-van, or van? I am taking a mini-van and a car. Hopefully it can fit all my crap.
Finally it’s move-in day at college. People are bustling around with their families, big heavy boxes in everyone’s arms, and the occasional tears from every parent. Yes, you too, Dad.
You would love to unpack and have your closet look like this:
But we all know it’s going to look like this:
You make your bed, double-check that you have everything you need, say goodbye to your family, and watch them drive away.
Once the coast is clear, its partying time!!!
Haha, I’m joking. We’re joking Mom and Dad. What we really meant to say was hit the books, stay up all night studying, and ace every paper.
Cause we all know that’s what college is really for. *innocent grin*
Good luck packing everyone!
I’ve wanted a tattoo since I was little. Of course my parents don’t want me to have even one, but who are they to stop me? Oh right, my parents! But once I’m eighteen I’ll be able to get as many as I want. (I only want three.)
It started out as one on my left hip near the front, on top of the bikini line. I was twelve. Then another on my right hip that curves around towards the back. I was fourteen. Then another underneath my left breast on my ribcage. I was sixteen. It seems to go in two-year intervals. Does that mean that when I turn eighteen I’ll want another? I really don’t want more than three. Plus, three is supposedly a lucky number.
The first one looks like:
It’s going to be on my left hip near the front, on top of the bikini line. “MAI”, which means “star of the sea” in Latin. Beautiful. I love the moon, stars, and the sea, so it’s perfect for me.
“Let passion take you
Where reason would never go.”
But it’s going to wrap around my hip towards the back more. It was my horoscope one day, and I saved it into my phone. Whenever I had doubts about a boy or about myself, I’d always look at that quote and it’d give me the confidence boost I needed to be daring or even seductive.
And hopefully the last one:
“The best accessory
A girl can own
I want it more underneath my breast towards the front than underneath my armpit on the side. I love this quote because it’s really, really true. I didn’t have much confidence growing up, no matter how happy and outgoing I was as a child. I still was hesitant when it came to daring, exciting, beautiful things. When I turned sixteen, I found my confidence and I haven’t let go of it since. I love being confident. It’s just a shame that some people see it as arrogance, when really it’s not. Now that I’m a confident young lady I enjoy my life, what I do, how I act, and how I think. I feel better about myself now and about the others around me. It’s great being confident, and this quote just shows that it’s really true.
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