Well, I've finally made it to Lubbock! And I couldn't be happier.

I was supposed to move into my new apartment, but that fell through. Blah, blah, blah. So now I'm here with nothing to do but party. Maybe I should find a job to keep me out of trouble...

Nah.

Estelline had a great show last night at Blue Light. It felt so good to be back with my friends. I was reunited with many good people, good drink specials ($1 wells, woot woot), and great music.

Hey, hey. Look what I got.

And it hurt. However, I did not cry, yack or pass out. It was a successful experience. I think it's beautiful and received some good feedback on it last night.

I find it strange that in this flat Texas town, I am happier than any other place in the world. Is it the freedom I have? Is it the fact that I'm more responsible for myself? Or is it the loving people I am surrounded by here?

Tattoo

Show me a man with a tattoo and I'll show you a man with an interesting past.

JACK LONDON, 1883

Since I was about 17, I've been dying for a tattoo. However, my mother (who made me take out my RIDICULOUSLY cute nose ring out when she saw it) would kill me. I've figured out exactly what I want though-- a peacock feather. The symbol of beauty, vanity, immortality and glory. Peacocks are the patron bird of the Greek goddess Hera, who placed eyes on their feathers to ward off omens and to show the peacock's wisdom. Fitting, huh? I will probably get it on the arch of my foot, if I ever get one. But I sketched one out on my wrist today, and it looks really cool there. I'll probably wuss out though... Needles are not my friends.