I'm a walking, talking, breathing contradiction. I know exactly what I want in life, yet am still confused about everything that I do.
I know for a fact that I want to be tattooing by the time I'm 24, or atleast well on my way to becoming a tattoo artist. I'm completely captivated by tattoos that are well done, and since I am in love with almost everything art, I figure its the one career choice that I'd be happy with for my entire life. If tattooing doesn't work out, I plan to become a rockstar. So really, I'm hoping against hope that I don't fail at tattoos.
I went to Art school in Red Deer, and more or less "majored" in printmaking and painting. Neither of which helps with the whole "tattoo" thing. haha. oh well. I suck at math, can't remember things about science and for the most part, history bores the hell out of me... unless we're talking about dictators or serial killers.
I've been working on art a lot more lately, and have been pretty proud of some of the things i've done lately. none were really in my comfort zone, though, i tried. i think i'm on my way to getting somewhere. at least, i hope i am.
I'm currently smitten by a boy with big lobes, neat hair and a heart of gold, and even though he's far away, i can't help but swoon every day. I'm lucky to have found such a sweetheart to call mine. But don't say anything, he fancies himself a blackula eating- puppy kicking- monster fighting- shark breeding- bass playing- zombie training- wizard teaching- badass, who is apparently made of "constant circulating chains of electricity. i love him.
i currently have some holes, some scars and some discolourations, and i can say i think i'm done with the holes, and will be done with the scars once my backpiece is done. fuck that. though, i will be discoloured until the day i die. i do not think i could live without tattoos
as of lately, i've found myself happier than i have been in a long time. thank christ for a job i like, a potential future, awesome friends, awesome boy, and awesome city. i love how many doors vancouver has opened for me, and i never really want to leave. <3
peepz-YO
yogurt gun. HOLY SHIT!
myCdawg!
buttons?
RachelM
uptown
ApatheticJay
blackula eater
i met her once. she is pretty.
Panda-monium, now available in flesh tones. First tattoo on a person, myself!
Mod-Tracker
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earz yo: teeny bb stars
artz
Untitled: super fucked
tattooed someone that isn't me!
2010/02/05 22:05 i tattooed courtney today. it took me like 3 1/2 hours, but thats alright, i'm just learning and her skin does not like ink. its a pain in the ass. and i almost got farted on. she's a classy broad. anyways, it was fun, and i think it turned out pretty well!
2010/02/03 15:14 not to fuck up a tattoo for them! I'm tattooing bats on courtney on friday, and i'm really effing stoked. woo HOPE IT GOES WELL. i'm sre it will though, bats are super batass <--- OH HO! BEST SPELLING ERROR EVER. HAHAHAHA. anyways, they're super badass, and i think it'll be fun... and easier since i won't have to worry about it hurting. hahahahah. /crosses fingers. I am excited.
also, i'm headed out to edmonton in a week in a bit for mine and bryns anniversary and i'm super stoked. for valentines day, i'm taking him for dnner at the keg, and then to see wolfman, then he's taking me out for a belated 1 year anniversary and my birthday to somewhere that i do not know! i am stoked.
2010/01/19 09:32 tattooed and i did it myself! super exciting! I suppose this is the beginning of what promises to be the dream career i always wanted <3. However, my knees are stinging. WORTH IT.
2010/01/13 08:23 22 today. i feel old, and apparently my body is mimicking the fact i feel 80. I woke up at 4 and my ankle hurt pretty bad, but it wasn't too bad. So i tried to fall asleep again, and nope, by 5 i have to wake up to pee, and my ankle actually hurts so bad by the time i got to the bathroom (about 10 steps away) i was in tears. seriously? somehow from 11pm-4am i managed to mangle my ankle somehow. either i'm kicking my wall, or huge fat fat fatties are jumping on my legs while i sleep. so i've been up since 4, the roommate is bringing me to the doctor at 9, and i called into work cause there is no way in hell i can walk the block and a half to the bus stop to catch the bus there. this may be near the top of worst birthday presents ever. HAPPY BIRTHDAY. YOU CAN'T WALK. CHUMP SUCKA. but i called my mom, and we bashed my younger sisters boyfriend for a while.
