I feel like packing up anything of importance to me and moving out. I wanna get an apartment with my friends, I want a different kind of privacy. I just want to move. Its one of those wierd urges, like the one I always get to wake up at 3 in the morning and drive somewhere far away. Most likely by the end of the school year I'll be getting a tattoo. I estimate in about 7 weeks I can make at least $40...$280...I dunno about that but whatever. I gotta talk to John and see how much the guy who does his tats usually charges. Boy that'd be some fun shit, to show up in Weaverville and listen to Louise bitch about my piercings and tattooes. Dad and I were talking about it, she's kinda sexist, because she doesn't mind when guys have tattoos....buts its like girls aren't supposed to. Whatever, she's not making me take out any of my piercings for some goddamn picture. If she doesn't like me the way I am, then she doesn't really need a picture of me.