The Tenth Month

I have no idea how it got to be October already. School has a way of doing that I suppose, keeping you so busy that the days just seem to fly by, I mean, I've lived how many days? Over 7,000 or something like that, and they seem to still be flying by. I just want them to slow down a little. It's just sort of scary how fast it feels like life is going by. It's like when you're little you can't wait to be just a year older, and then I don't know exactly when it happens, but all of a sudden life just seems to speed up and you're just caught on the train. I don't know why I think of like as a train, but I've always preferred train travel to planes or anything, so I'm going to say life is a train.

In other news I finally got the guts to get my tattoo. It really didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I mean I suppose the idea of needles stabbing you sounds much more painful than the little pinch it feels like. It's starting to heal now, so I'm hoping it will heal well. So far so good. I've just always liked the idea of the permanency of tattoos. I mean it's scary as hell, which is why it's taken me so long to go ahead and do this (I mean I've only been thinking about getting a tattoo for like a year now) I just need to figure out how I'm going to tell my mother. She's not a fan of tattoos, but I'm an adult, so it wasn't as if I needed her permission, but as with everything I'd still like her support. Honestly, part of the death knell for Michael was the fact that my mother didn't like him. I mean it wasn't then entire reason, but my mother liking whomever I'm dating is a big thing for me. What can I say, I'm a big fan of approval. I've always had the obsessive need for outward approval.
-Lia