This past weekend was pretty eventful. On Friday, I found myself drunk and pee'ing on a sidewalk. That's the extent of my memory. On Saturday, I was randomly motivated to actually go and get that tattoo I've been thinking/talking about so much. I walked into Southside Tattoo with my little sketch. They came back about 5 minutes later with a perfected sketch and said they could take me in a few minutes. My heart started beating but not as hard as when they put the inked needles to the instep of my foot for that first second. It was a freaking rush. I held onto my sisters arm as the needles went directly over my ankle bone. Oh man it hurt like nothing else. But it was the best pain ever. Knowing that I was getting art on my body felt great. During the 20 minutes of great pain, 'Let it Be' came on and I just rocked out with a painfully awful voice. I exposed the bandaging four hours later at Meg's dads house. It tattoo turned out wonderful. I was worried i would have anxiety about something being on my body for the rest of my life, but once I saw it- I knew I'd want it to be there forever. It was just right. That night was just right as well. We split up some shrooms and had a lovely, trippy night full of lots of laughter and human interaction. I wouldn't of changed that day for anything. I think it was one of my most memorable days ever. From the tattoo to gazing inside an apple, illustrations of my memory. With all the goodness, I knew I was doomed for some not-so-great days to come. Life works like that for me. My happy living life meter goes from amazingly amazing to this level of mediocre that I hate. It never goes too low though. I mean I don't know what low is- I have a good family, friends, good health, and I'm passionate about things. I'm not a starving child living in a genocide. I'd feel pathetic if I ever complained about my life so much. People who are self consumed with their problems really need to find something else to get consumed with. Like a bunch of nothing, leaving their existence impossible. So yeah-- um--- amazing to mediocre is the levels of my life happiness. Mediocre has taken me over since Saturday. No eventful things to say. So lets just leave it at that. Have a lovely day. Be spontaneous. Go hug a stranger.