Ladies and Gents, I have done the crazy. I am a college student and have decided to go down the crazy path that crazy college students do. No I didn't go to some crazy kegger, no I didn't get my nipples pierced (honestly people, I said crazy not straight-up masochistic), and no, I didn't run off to Vegas with Josh and get married by a preacher-man who looks like Elvis.
I.....got tattoos. Not a tattoo. Tattoos. Plural. Two. Painful.
I have one on each wrist now. I'm rather happy about it, and I continuously look at it going "What on earth did I do?". Mostly because it's in a rather difficult to hide location. Wrists don't just disappear. And in Arkansas long sleeves are not your friend in the warm months.
For those considering getting a tattoo, honestly I don't recommend it. It really did hurt. A lot. And it is permanent. I know you know that, but it really doesn't hit you what that actually means until there is this image on your skin and you're looking at it thinking "This is there. Forever. For. Ever.". It's rather unsettling when you starting thinking about careers and children. Also, if your finace doesn't really approve, just go along with him/her. Josh wasn't happy at all about mine. He's moved on since there's nothing he can do about it, but he still doesn't like it.
Basically I have them. I'm happy I have them. And I have the "It's college." excuse when people ask why I did something so flat out crazy. It's all fantastic.
The blurry one says "You can't take the sky from me". It's on my left wrist.