Friends & Tattoos

Today, a friend of mine had a visitor at school. This visitor previously went to our school and her and I have not gotten a long since about the sixth grade. It wasn't ever an 'I-hate-you' thing, more of a 'who-cares' type of thing.

She visited about three weeks ago, as well. Three weeks ago, I was forced to move out of every seat I had and completely ignored. I had to sit by the boys in math, in the front in government, was left by myself at school over lunch hour, and left completely alone during animations. Today, I thought it could be different. I put forth a little effort to be nice to the girl and what did I get in return? I was forced to move in writing, ignored in English, left alone again over lunch hour, and was forced to move across the room during art.

Yes, I am jealous. I want some attention. I spent the entire day hanging out with myself. During art I had the grace of two of my guy friends, Jake (who I've mentioned before for being an awesome friend) and Alex (a new friend I've made this semester). Another of my guy friends decided he was going to be the world's biggest JERK during art, which is what forced me to move in the first place. He thought he was SO cool being mean to me. The rest of the day he wouldn't even look at me. Every other day we're like best friends, though. Some friend. Some friend they all are. Jake and Alex have got my side, but what about the others that are supposedly my "best friends"? What is that? That is the art of high school, ladies and gentleman. And high school is a cold place for people who don't like to make conversation with themselves.

But, seriously, that is crap that they ALL ignored me. Austin, the jerk in art, then thought it would be funny to call me a bitch and proceed to spit his gum out on my truck. Oho, he is hilarious. And two-faced. And so completely in my bad books right now. He was very rude today. Even moreso than what he usually is.

Anywho, enough of this 'oh-woe-is-me' stuff and onto the good stuff. I got a call from my sister the other day saying that my aunt was going to visit her. She then asked if I would come with, because she'd found a guy to do our tattoos for a cheap price. Lo and behold, this guy is a friend of my mother's and he hasn't seen me in sixteen years. He was quite surprised when Shilo told him that I was all ready eighteen. How time flies. She also told me this guy is one of the best in the city so I shall put my trust in a family friend for the occasion. Anything for my sister.

Except Japanese. She wants "Sister, Friend" written in Japanese. I, however, do not. Larry may be a great guy and a marvelous tattoo artist, but I will not let that man put a Japanese symbol on my body. I couldn't bare going to Japan and a person seeing it and laughing over how it says 'dead cat' instead of 'Sister, Friend'. I want to convince Shilo to instead do a heart with a rose stabbed through it with 'My sister, my friend' written on the face of the heart in ENGLISH. And I think it would be better, since the rose was our mother's favorite flower and the heart would show that we're close family. I'll try to persuade her, because I just don't think doing a Japanese symbol would be intelligent. And, despite them looking cool, I don't think I would like seeing that scrawled on my leg forever.

And I still can't believe I'm getting a tattoo this weekend! It is so cool! I love tattoos and they are one thing I can never get enough of. Piercings can reach a sickening level, but a person's whole body could be tattooed and I would love it.