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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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The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

This past Monday was Halloween. In celebration, the Student Association put together the play The Rocky Horror Picture Show. There were two showings, one at 7:30 p.m. and one at midnight. The ticket was only five dollars. I went to the midnight showing with my roommate Lexii, my floor mate Alyssa, and my CA Max. Max and I sat on the floor so we had a front row spot. Lexii and Alyssa didn’t want to sit on the floor so they sat a couple of rows back in chairs. Max dressed up in only his black underwear and a red tie. I dressed up as Wonder Woman, Lexii was Robin, and Alyssa was Batman.

It was my first time seeing the show live. I’ve seen the movie tons of times; however, they still considered me to be a virgin. So in the beginning before the show, they called up all the virgins and scribbled a big V in red lipstick on all their foreheads, including mine. Then the challenge they gave us was to make the best sex noise into the microphone. Let’s just say it was very funny and embarrassing. Once the show began, I was mesmerized. The music, the costumes, the make-up, the dancing. It was so much fun! I sang along with the songs, however, didn’t do the shout-outs. I would have if I knew them.

My favorite part was when the Master of the castle was fooling around with Janet and Brad, yet Janet and Brad didn’t know it was the Master. It was pretty funny. My favorite character is Creature, because I love his golden underwear and his big muscles. It was kind of funny though, because he sort of looked like my floor mate Charlie, but I knew it wasn’t him. The only negatives were that the music kept skipping every now and then, and sometimes the microphones didn’t work. It was okay to me because I was in the front so I could still hear them, but I doubt the people in the back could.

We got back to the dorm around one in the morning. It was a lot of fun. The play is way better live than from just watching the movie. The next day I called my mom and told her about it. She was happy I finally lost my “virginity” to the play like she did when she was younger. Now, I can’t wait until next Halloween to see it again. Maybe my mom will come up and we’ll see it together. That’d be really fun. It’d be a night full of laughter to remember.

Gone.

You show me desire.

You show me passion.

You give me the burning urge

For curiosity, discovery and exploration.

Then you leave me,

All alone,

Wondering where you’ve gone.

Now you’re back, calling my phone,

And I keep thinking to myself that

I’m now stronger than before,

I’m over you.

I repeat to myself all the more:

Why do you stop and stare?

Why do you wonder how I’m not there?

Can’t you see that I don’t care?

Why can’t you just let me be?

Can’t you give back my heart’s key?

I hope you have a nice life without me.

Continue reading Gone.

I Only Want You.

[Introduction]

When I first met you,

I wasn’t sure

What to do.

This kind of relationship is all new to me.

I questioned if I should give you

My heart’s key?

We enjoyed each other’s company

And I still don’t know

What to make of it, Baby.

 

[Chorus]

All I know is that I only want you.

I just want you to hold me tight

And never let me go.

I know this whole thing is wrong,

But Baby,

I only want you.

 

[Verse 2]

There are plenty of guys out there for me.

Too many,

Actually.

All they want is me.

But I won’t give myself to them,

Because they’re not my Sweetie.

If I do,

I will feel cheated,

Cheated out of you.

 

[Verse 3]

They won’t leave me alone.

But now you will?

What happened? I moan.

Did you change your mind?

Because I definitely didn’t change mine.

I’m about to wind.

I promise I can be anyone,

I can be anything,

Please don’t say we’re done.

 

[Chorus]

All I know is that I only want you.

I just want you to hold me tight

And never let me go.

I know this whole thing is wrong,

But Baby,

I only want you.

 

[Verse 4]

As long as you only want me.

Because I only want you,

Baby.

I know that this relationship isn’t perfect.

It didn’t start out perfect

And it won’t end perfect.

Let’s just embrace

The flaws of us

And express them through our face.

 

[Verse 5]

Now you won’t return my texts,

You won’t return my messages.

Was this all just about the inevitable sex?

Where did you go?

Why won’t you call?

I feel so low.

I hope I don’t come off

As desperate,

Because at times I can appear soft.

 

[Chorus]

All I know is that I only want you.

I just want you to hold me tight

And never let me go.

I know this whole thing is wrong,

But Baby,

I only want you.

 

[Verse 6]

I still don’t know much about you,

But your eyes tell a different story,

Just as mine do.

Tell me something I don’t know.

I feel as if I’m on my own.

Woah.

Give me a way out

Of this downward spiral,

I pout.

 

[Verse 7]

I need you here.

I need you with me.

Please listen, dear.

 

[Chorus]

All I know is that I only want you.

I just want you to hold me tight

And never let me go.

I know this whole thing is wrong,

But Baby,

I only want you.

 

[Conclusion]

I only want you.

Continue reading I Only Want You.

Love Is A Strange Word.

Love is a strange word, and it could mean a number of different things to different people. You have to realize that love isn’t a saying. It’s an action. Judge a person’s feelings by what they do, not by what they say. It’s just the little things people do to show they’re in love.

First off, it definitely doesn’t happen right away. So any person who says it immediately usually just wants to get in your pants, which entails that they’re inexperienced and don’t know what love is.

The analogy I use is that love is like a tree and infatuation is like a flower. A flower is bright and beautiful, and it blooms fast.

However, a flower has no will power; no strength. A flower will blow away during a storm or a passing animal could crush it. Flowers are seasonal. They die too fast and are too fragile.

A tree is not as bright and exciting as the flower. A tree takes a very, very long time to grow. But trees have tremendous roots placing them firmly in solid ground. A tree can live over 100 years. Trees even stand long after they die. Just like love.

The way someone treats you shows love. When you finally fall in love, it’s the most calming experience. You won’t even realize it right away. It’ll just hit you one day. You’ll know. You won’t doubt that feeling once you’ve felt it.

Love is still a strange word, although.

Continue reading Love Is A Strange Word.

Come Back To Me…

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Many people have asked me that in my life and I have always given a different answer. People always say to follow your dreams, your goals, your wishes. If you do what you love, you will be successful.

I originally wanted to be a writer, an author, a novelist. However, now I don’t know if I should… I love writing, creating new worlds, new characters, new lives. But will I really be successful enough to make a living off of it? And what about right out of college? Will I be publishing my works by the time I graduate with my B.A.? Will it be enough to own my own place, my car, bills, and still have some left over to enjoy being a young adult? I doubt it. I doubt I will have a job waiting for me right after college. I doubt I’ll be able to publish my first book and make millions off of it. I’m not being negative here, I’m just being realistic.

In this time and generation, it’s harder to find work, especially right out of college. What will my future look like in four years? In ten years? Will I be making enough money to live the life I want?

But wait. Ask me again. What do you want to be when you grow up?

What about an editor? It’s still in the same field as an author, just at the other end of the spectrum. I enjoy editing, I really do. I plan on editing student’s papers next semester and getting paid as a tutor. I think it’s perfect for me. The only thing I’m not good at is editing my own work, but then again, not many people can edit their work well either. Why not be an editor? If I get some internships I could have a job waiting for me once I graduate, if I’m lucky enough. I might not start out as an editor, but I could work my way up the ladder.

But what about my dream? People always say to follow your dreams. Well then what about my dream of becoming a published author for young adult fiction? Am I just giving up on it? Just like that? Because I have to be realistic?

I like to think of myself as a dreamer. I do. One of my favorite quotes is by the famous John Lennon.

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.”

As a child, that’s all I’d ever do. Dream, day-dream, live in a fantasy world. Maybe that’s where Tom comes from. I sometimes doubt if he was ever really real? I did, and still do, have an over-active imagination. It’s one of the perks of being a great writer.

And then there’s those days, like today, where reality grabs your feet and pulls you down from the clouds. And you think, can I really do it? Can I really accomplish my dream? I don’t know. That’s my answer. A year ago, if you asked me I would have said yes, no question about it. But now? Am I giving myself an unreachable dream? An unrealistic goal? I don’t know.

I’m not being negative, I’m just being realistic.

Where is the balloon that brings you back into the clouds? Reality pulled us apart and I can’t find it. Come back to me…

Continue reading Come Back To Me…