Tattooty

Hey all, so yesterday I went to the tattoo parlor. Nervous and anxious as I was, it went incredibly smooth. After worrying since I made the appointment, it barely hurt and took just over 40 minutes. Which seems to be no time at all. I keep missing my morning classes and really need to figure something out for that because it's awful, and I'm falling behind. I guess since I've skimped out on writing anything really interesting, I will add something in :) Enjoi...

The pain coursed through her body, electric shocks of heat and agony pressing against her skin. The lids of her eyes fluttered in quick, spastic motions, ceasing only when the metal was removed from her palm. Why on Earth would a door handle carry such a shock she wondered? Afraid to press her hands against it's frame, she shot a well aimed, rubber clad foot at the center of the door. With ease she knocked it clear of it's hinges, leaving behind nothing but a gapping hole and a constant piercing ring. As her eyes became accustomed to the dark room, the soft outline of chairs and broken wardrobes became clearer. Off to the side of her vision the light changed, a shadow flit across the wall, barely darker than the room itself. With blood pounding in her ears, and a nervous twitch starting in her eyes, she turned. A ruby gaze pressed against her own, a taloned hand grasping her sweat drenched arm, a grimace, a flash. Darkness.

Tattoo Tantrum

Oh my! I have been so terrible with keeping this blog up! My schedule has been hectic and I've been super stressed about midterms and what not. Also, the impending tattoo has gotten my nerves into quite the twisted bunch! That may come as a surprise, but yes, I am getting a tattoo. This Wednesday to be exact and with each day I'm getting a little more worried and a little more excited. I'm nervous about the pain, but so filled with anticipation for the outcome.

   Regardless of what other people often say and think about tattoo's I have never been steared away from them. I have always loved the art that a tattoo represents and I can not wait to join all the people who have marked their own bodies. I will be sure to post pictures through out the healing process!

P.S. With my nerves I'm not so into writing right now, so I will try to write something extra special tomorrow night!

Canadian College Cake

So I slept through yet another morning class! I really need to find some kind of 'wake-up' pill that will stop me from being so tired all the freaking time...it's getting ridiculous :/ Anyways I did my Forensic Anthropolgy midterm tonight and it went alright, well at least I think it did. I'm pretty stressed though. At the moment I am sitting inside the empty University waiting for my iPhone to update because it won't do it in my dorm room. Hopefully it will be done soon, so I can go to bed. I guess I should write something, seeing as that's what this blog is about in the first place...

Snow,
Sleet,
Slush.
Canadain Winter.
Sleet,
Swamp,
Stink.
Canadian Spring.
Warm-ish,
Sunny-ish,
Nice-ish.
Candian Summer.
Rain,
Cold,
Snow.
Canadian Fall.

Forensic Foreplay

So yet again I have been crazy busy with all of the University stuff. I'm right in the middle of midterms and am super stressed about tomorrow. I have an exam on Forensic Anthropology which is now my major and I just got the text book. I'm trying to read it a few times and go over all the notes that we've done. Hopefully it will all go smoothly and I won't have any melt downs...that would be more of a pain in the ass than the actual exam is. I hope you haven't given up on me and the blog, I just don't have alot of time. But I will try and write more often and not wait weeks between posts. Anyways I guess I should give you a little writing...

     They were laid out perfectly. Every single thing in place, nothing missing, nothing moved. It was odd though, that someone would take such time, when they should have been long gone. A long thin finger traced the skull outlining it's eye sockets and the bridge of its nose, 'Late 20's, female.' A voice stated. The voice belonged to none other than Keli Shannon, no more than 25 herself she was cold and harsh. Every word snapped out between her thinly pressed lips. As she let her hand fall to her side, she retracted herself from the corpse on the ground. Giving it a final look, she turned and traipsed back up the hill, kicking sodden leaves out of her way, 'This was no accident.' she called down, before climbing into her jeep and speeding away...