The Perfect Tattoo.

I must get a tattoo no matter what the cost! And they can get pretty expensive, well, the good ones at least. But no matter, I shall hand draw an amazing piece of stencil with an amalgam of animals and complex shapes, no one has ever laid witness to before! Oh wait, my drawing ability lacks the coordination of Bob Ross's 2-inch brush, a favourable item in the inking world! I have no experience with tattoos so please exclude the earlier statements. Anyways, what I am trying to say is that I can never be content with a tattoo if I ever chose to get one (which I plan too). I mean, I am such a perfectionist, especially when it involves me permanently inking my fair skin forever. That's a huge commitment! (Besides marriage.) I don't know how people with full sleeves and scattered tats (cooler way of saying tattoo, according to me) around their bodies are able to do that. I've looked around the internet and found many, I mean zillions of poorly drawn amoebas almost comparable to a Rorschach inkblot. Doesn't look cool and I'm sure there is no particular meaning to most of them (a naked female devil on the lap of a naked female angel kissing and groping has no meaning, well an imagination can supply entertainment from it but, no meaning).

I want a tat (just rolls off the tip of the tongue) that has a wise subjective meaning and when somebody looks at it they'll understand or even just nod and walk away. Maybe it's better that they don't understand, it could be used just as a personal reminder of some happy moment in time; a person, a place or a thing.

I guess everybody has a reason to get one (an impulse of nerves trigger a "get random tattoo" idea, this must be the case for most) and they have their own interpretation of the meaning behind it.

I want mine to be specifically mine and nobody else's. It could be why we see so many different ones, good and bad, because they belong to them, it's a piece of their own imagination, manifested on the backs of their necks or the blades of their shoulders (and every other dark corridor of the human body). No tattoo (tat doesn't sound right in this sentence) is the same. It's like a fresh snowflake or the leaves of a tree. One day i'll get inked, and it will be the perfect tattoo, for me anyways.

Philosophical Insight To Help You Sleep

I already I know that lack of sleep is a clichè topic, but it is really worth talking about again, and again, and again . . . Whoa! Almost fell asleep there. When someone has a problem, they vent it out to an innocent bystanders who takes out of their own time to listen. And after, that person will feel better almost as if a couple of chips of a huge invisible boulder of problems you've been carrying all your life has been chiseled out. Therefore (no this is not the end, it just sounds so smart) to say that, if I talk about my sleeping problem it should hypothetically help me in turn, sleep. I mean, I should sleep better the more people I tell about it. Or is that the wrong idea of the whole notion of venting should make you feel better. I could talk my brains out about all my problems, but it doesn't necassarily make any of them better than they were before. My actions is what create change. After all, actions speak louder than words. If I wan't to tackle this sleeping problem I inherited (my parents watch Netflix all night long), I should probably take a course of action, a call to arms, a coup d'etat! (As in, I will take over the monarchy that is my sleep deprivation and replace it with a non-sleep deprived government.)

First, no phones within arms reach of the bed interior soft blanket area. (So soft.) There are too many times where I will wake up spastically from slumber and check what time I was rudely interupted from a momentous dream. And what do you know, I grab my phone conveniently hiding under my pillow within arms reach. The glowing screen shines so bright, my brain automatically triggers fight or flight response and i'm more immediately awake, ready to defend my tribe. It probably doesn't help me that im typing this spiel about encouraging sleep and disregarding bad habits when it is really late over here (or really early depending if your optomistic or pessimestic). I literally had this involuntary spasm, woke up from my slumber, blindly reached for my phone, went on Stumbler for an hour, than decided to update my dusty, neglected blog. 

But hey! Before you mark me as hypocrite, I will show you the determination of the human spirit in all its magnitude! 

Good night! Or morning...

Jogging From Basic To Glory!

Let me start by saying I'm terrible at running. I tell people why and use the typical excuse of having weak, frail, skinny ankles. But I run because it's good for you, I mean everyone. It decreases a multitude of diseases and health problems. So why wouldn't I be running? Because I reiterate, I'm terrible at running! My lungs ache after 5 minutes of steady jogging. I become discouraged during a break to catch my breath. But like every hobby, I should become better after practice. Let's hope so! I wan't to reach triathlon status. I wan't to tell people that I've hit 1st place in so-and-so marathon of the month. And after they would applaud me and I would feel like the man! But when people usually dream of reaching a pinnacle, it usually never happens, like never. So, I will stick to running my usual course of 5.1 km and try to beat my past times each future run. Then someday, when I feel I can handle the pain and pressure, I'll sign up for a actual marathon and that would be my version of a triathlon.