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My First Tattoo.

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.

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I Want It All.

You make this seem like it’s old news,

Like I’m experienced when it comes to this,

But I’m not.

It happened.

I can’t take it back,

I can’t rewind time,

But I don’t regret it.

It was supposed to hurt,

It was supposed to be awkward,

It was supposed to be bad.

But it wasn’t any of those things.

I thought I’d feel different afterwards,

But I don’t.

I feel exactly the same as before.

It’s weird,

How much I liked it.

How I want to do it again.

How I would do it every day if I could.

I liked how it made me feel.

How it boosted my confidence.

How I felt wanted and needed in a certain way.

I just liked it, a lot.

I want you to take me for a ride,

Take me high,

Make me rise,

Let it last all night long.

Oh my God.

I want it all. Continue reading I Want It All.

The Death Of A First Pet Is Always A Life Changing Experience, Don’t You Think?

Wrote this for my English class. It isn’t due until Friday, and that’s only the ruff draft. This class is so simple, yet so slow! Anywho, let me stop my rambling and you enjoy this shit of a day I had to endure at the ripe age of twelve. Lovely, right?

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