Showing posts with label tattoos. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tattoos. Show all posts

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Family Weirdo

When I was 18, I went to the family Christmas Party at my Aunt's house.
Immediately upon entering the house, my cousin said, "You look weird.". I'm sure he meant it as an insult as he's a brat, however, I truthfully replied, "I am weird."

Actually, I did look weird.
I had a red mohawk with black and red coon-tailed bangs, and the sides of my head were blonde with black zebra stripes. I had a few tattoos, but my mouth was pretty much made of metal. Two monroes, two lower lip piercings, and two tongue piercings. And I'm sure I was dressed like some sort of scrub punk.

Anyway, my Aunt pretty much told me that I could have 2 more years to look strange and then I should start being normal.

I don't think I'll be able to manage that one.
I mean, I can pull off looking really quite normal... but let's do a run-through of past looks, shall we?


Fifteen - this was the last time I had long hair.


Sixteen - aw, look how normal!


Seventeen summer - cat orange hair, still pretty normal.


Seventeen winter - purple hair, contacts, getting weird.


Seventeen winter - pink-orange hair, it looks like a bob, but the whole back was about 2 inches all over and I had my tongue pierced. Stranger.


Seventeen spring - back to brown, but in that scene phase everyone seemed to have.


Seventeen spring - ah, the mohawk. My hair still has yet to fully recover from that.


Eighteen summer - the chelsea. I was the only girl at Culver with hair above my shoulders.


Eighteen fall - my second mohawk, purple. Angelbites. Definitely a bit odd.


Eighteen winter - yes. this was weird.


Eighteen winter - but this was rad.


Eighteen spring - a little less odd.


Nineteen summer - and then I had a wig and no piercings and looked really quite normal.


Nineteen fall - and then I didn't. Also, I didn't have eyebrows either.


Nineteen fall - at all.


Nineteen winter - but then my hair was blonde and I looked kind of normal again.


Nineteen spring - despite the bed head (which wasn't actually bed-head, it was styled), I look rather normalish here.


Nineteen summer - and then my hair was back to... it's normal colour, although shaved at the back and sides. More tattoos. Same nose piercing.


Twenty summer - blunt bangs, I looked cute.


Twenty fall - longer hair, looking pretty normal for the scene.


Twenty halloween - still rocking a growing out undercut.


Twenty winter - blunt bangs, ponytail, undercut, nosering.


Twenty winter - I think I look like Emma Watson, so I copied her pixie cut. The most normal I looked in years.


Twenty winter - I like this picture and hairstyle.


Twenty spring - pixie, nose piercing, stretching my ears out. I think this look was a good balance.


Twenty-one fall - my hair grew out all summer, and then my roommate cut it for me. Bleached eyebrows, tattoos, and check out those nearly 5/8 plugs in my ears.


Twenty-one fall - became obsessed with blink-182 for the first time since I was 9 and pierced my lip like Tom's way back when.


Twenty-one fall - blonde hair and proper 5/8 inch octopus plugs.


Twenty-one fall - mint green and blonde hair, getting longer.


Twenty-one fall - it doesn't look much different, but it's a new haircut, inspired by Tank Girl.


Twenty-one fall - briiight mint green and my mullet has become long enough for a ponytail.


Twenty-one winter - back to white blonde and the front was long enough for a pompadour!


Twenty-one winter - loving Yo-Landi Vi$$er has lead me to cut blunt bangs and bleach my eyebrows.


Same


Same


Twenty-one winter - I love Lisbeth Salander.


Twenty-one winter - and then I remembered I have extensions.


Twenty-one winter - but I don't always wear them. Or shirts. But I did get my tongue and lip pierced.


Twenty-one winter - vertically. Through my philtrum. Which is called a Jestrum. Or, a vertical philtrum piercing. It took a whole week for the swelling to go down.


Twenty-one winter - my hair is strange and brown and I play in the mud.


Twenty-one winter - I've decided to start colouring my eyebrows fun colours. Like pink.


Twenty-one winter - And turquoise. Tomorrow will be blue.

I need to cut my hair. Probably today.

I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably always going to be the family weirdo, but I'm pretty okay with it because I really like how I look, and other people seem to as well. Which is nice, but not required.

Anyway, this has been a picture post.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Ships Have Names


Mine needs colouring. Soon. Maybe.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Really This Time

Can I just say how excited I am to see blink in less than 3 weeks? Night of my life.
I get to see Tom. In the flesh. In the same building/arena/venue/whatever.
But really. Tom DeLonge. In person. With his eyebrows. And his butt.
The one he sticks out all the time? Yeah. That one. The one attached to him.
I'm going to be in the same place as it. Yup.

OH. ALSO.

I guess this happened:



Monday, December 7, 2009

It's About That Time

I guess I should probably talk about my new tattoo right about now so that my mom reads this and doesn't freak out at me when she sees it since I never told her about this "Jimmy guy". Because she will see it. It's on my wrist. (Hi Mum)

Anyway. I guess this story should start on Friday evening. I had just gotten all of my things moved into my new apartment and one of my best friends invited me out to his friend's birthday party at the Wreck Room. But we decided to meet in Dundas Square super early. I got a sandwich from Subway that had basically nothing on it, but was vegan... which is why there was like nothing on it. But it was toasted so it was still really yummy and I might want another one today... maybe I'll go to Quiznos up the street...

Moving on. So David and I meet up outside H&M, and then go to Starbucks and I got a green tea latte which I later spit on the sidewalk outside of H&M and he totally thought I was throwing up, but I was actually laughing, and then it was green, so he thought I had some Exorcist shit going on.

Anyway, misadventures happened with other friends and somehow the topic of how when people first meet David, they always think his name is Jimmy for some reason. I don't even know anyone named Jimmy... except for that one kid I went to school with in elementary school who I don't even talk to anymore. So whatever.

We somehow decided that we would both be Jimmy. I really don't remember this since I was at some place called Fuck-Ass's bar, which I guess isn't actually called that but was used for the filming of The Boondock Saints. I ended up on my knees with two boys pointing finger guns at my head and reciting lines from the movie. There was this weird bluegrass band playing irish songs and the bassist's bass had no body... it was just a neck. So strange.

The point is that David and I are now "Jimmy". Saturday evening, we woke up and went out for breakfast at 3pm. I decided I definitely needed to get a tattoo that says "Jimmy" and then I did. I don't believe in getting someone else's name tattooed on you unless they're your kid, or it's your own name. However, technically I'm Jimmy slash it's an inside joke between friends, so I'm completely fine with it since Jimmy isn't a real person in this case. Which makes it even funnier.

Anyway, I got it done at the Tattoo Rock Parlour because it was empty and I didn't feel like waiting. Good decision. The guy who did it was awesome and it turned out excellently and I gave him a ten dollar tip, he was really surprised and appreciative about this, which makes me want to come back and get more done and give him more awesome tips so that he gives me sweet discounts.

Anyway. This is my tattoo.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Smitten For The Mitten

This post is not about Michigan or my tattoo. However, it does involve Chiodos. But first...

Back when I went to college, I had French in the morning, and Russian in the evening at the same campus which was in ButtFuck Egypt, so I would have to stay there all day. After French, my friend Amanda and I would go eat pizza and bread sticks in the dining area and browse stuff on our computers, then we would head up to her American History class. I wasn't in this class at all, but that was the only room where I could actually get the internet on my laptop in the whole school.

The teacher thought I was actually in the class and that my name was Alexandra Hamilton. Historical throwback... see what I did there? I know you do. Anyway. I was his favourite student since I was the only one who actually knew answers, asked questions, and participated in class discussions... and I aced all of the tests without having a book or studying!!! And without being enrolled in the class... Shear Genius. Heh.

I would also like to address the film "Paranormal Activity". THIS MOVIE IS TERRIFYING!!!!!!!!! ...to wimps. I don't find myself in this category, so I merely found myself bored. I'm fairly certain I just don't scare easily or something. Def. reminded me of a time I was in Scotland on some ghosty tour with my mum and we were in this dark room and I wanted to sneak behind the tourguide who was facing us in the pitch black and like... make him shit his pants or whatever by jumping out and grabbing him, but instead, two people were clinging onto me for dear life in sheer terror as I laughed my ass off at the person who ran in to attempt to frighten all of us. Didn't work on me.

Some people have said, "Oh... but it's scarier if you actually believe in ghosts and such!" Well newsflash, I DO BELIEVE IN GHOSTS! But I also believe in good acting... which was not in this film!!! So. Bad. It had me laughing. Only, the thing is, unlike the movie Wrong Turn, which is absolutely abysmally bad to the point that it is hilariously good, Paranormal Activity was just bad. And boring.

Now for the Chiodos part...
The song Smitten for the Mitten is basically amazing and I'm suddenly even more glad I have it as a tattoo.

This is all.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Save.Save.SaveMe!

I've been listening to nothing but Queen for the past 3 or 4 days. I <3 Queen. Like. Really. Really. Love.

My mom came to visit me which was WAY funsies. I decided to take my ADHD pills one day, way too high of a doseage for someone who wasn't used to them, so I was a total zombie the whole day... not too much fun. But I've sort of decided that I'm kind of a nicer person when I take them, so I should probably go get myself a prescription.

I got a new tattoo. My roommate's boyfriend is a tattoo artist, and since she didn't want a tattoo, he tattooed me instead <3



It's a dragon fractal straight out of Jurassic Park. <3 that book is so epic. And it's on my left forearm, if you can't tell.

Lunch tiem!

Thursday, December 18, 2008

He's All Of 31 And He's Only 17

So I haven't really been doing much of anything lately. Yesterday I stayed home almost the whole day save for a short trip to Walgreens.

Today I went and cashed a cheque and paid my rent. Then I went and got a maple leaf tattooed on my ass. Hell fucking yeah.

I can't wait to go to Cali tomorrow.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Maybe Jackson Does The Astro

Yesterday I went shopping in the morning for Mum's present. I went to FYE and got her a gift certificate as well as one from Borders and some yummy smelling shower gel from bath and body works.I also bought Silverstein's two most recent albums while I was at the mall. After that I headed home for a little bit and then I got starving so I headed over to Mum's and chilled with Moo for a bit. She's the cutest ever. Anyway Mum loved her present and the card. She said she only got me a few presents, but as it turns out, she got me a huge bag full. Ace.

So we went to this cute restaurant called Pete's which was right near Goodrich. I had really good pasta and then for dessert I had fried pineapple with rum sauce which was good as hell. Anyway after that I went home and watched three DVDs which my mother got me for Christmas. John Cleese was a total babe when he was younger.

This afternoon I went to the mall with some christmas money and bought a new belt that actually fits, as well as a Cd player and some headphones since mine are broken and my ipod is totally wonky. I also bought some batteries at target.

After that, I went to the tattoo parlour to get my wings shaded some more, but I ended up just hanging out and making people think I worked there which was pretty funny. Some guy got his tongue pierced and he was pretty boss. Anyway I hung out all day there with some awsome strippers who were from Vegas. Brandon and I went and got slurpees after a bit, came back and smoked a blunt, and then was totally tripping while watching Ricki getting her boyfriend's last name tattooed down her spine. Ouch.

Anyway I drove Brandon home and it was snowing like hell. I kept thinking I was about to slide off the road like I did once last year while driving around with Brad. It was crazy, I swerved up onto someone's lawn to avoid a car, slid for a few houses, and then swerved back onto the road to avoid a tree. All with Brad calmly talking on his phone. Craziness.

I might chill with Eric for a while tonight, but I might just go to sleep.

Monday, December 15, 2008

When I Had You To Myself I Didn't Want You Around

So I accidentally pushed the back button instead of the delete button a second ago when I had already had almost all of what I was going to say typed out. Fuck. My. Life.

I miss Moo like crazy. I would do anything to see her right now but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't be appreciated due to the current time.

Anyway, as I currently have no computer internet access I am forced to forget about photoblogging until I move or work something else out. Which really sucks sing I've gotten two new tattoos in as many days. But they'll be up soon enough I suppose.

So later today I'm having christmas with Mum since I will be in Cali for actual christmas. It should be fun enough if she doesn't bring up the fact that I skipped my anthropology final and didn't bother to write the paper anyway. I really hope she doesn't. I honestly have nothing to say if she does mention it.

I'm still not sure what I'm getting her for christmas. I'll go shopping once I wake up later I guess. Talking of christmas gifts, yesterday (Saturday) I kidnapped my mother, blindfolded her, and took her to get her first tattoo as a christmas present... Naturally while we were there I couldn't resist getting something as well and I now have a complete set of wrist tattoos. Fierce.

I'm not going to lie, I'm a little jealous of my mom's tattoo. Not of the subject matter, just of the bright colours. I have an abundance of black text and greyscale work, but the only colours on me are miniscule ammounts of red and green on opposite ends and sides of my body from each other. This will change eventually but black remains my favourite colour so I'm not too bothered about it.

Still talking of tattoos, I wonder if I will get enough christmas money to go get inky in Cali, but then again, I can probably get it done significantly cheaper at home.
I'm kind of thinking of getting Psalm 23:4 of the King James version down the side of my ribs for funsies. I love text tattoos. Words speak to me more than pictures, I think its because I'm a total nerd and bibliophile. Also, I'm rather loving the idea of getting Sodom and Gomorrah tattooed onto the fronts of my ankles. But I'm not going to go rushing into that one any time soon.

There are so many tattoos that I want done all at once. I hate waiting. I feel like my entire life up to now I've just been waiting to break free. And now I am and I'm playing catch up a little. But it's a pretty fucking epic game of it that I've got going on here. I grew up so bloody sheltered. I swear I'm never going to do that to my kids. I'm not a very protective person anyway; fiercly loyal but not sheltering by any means. I'm sure I get it from the parents I've never met, specifically my mother I would assume from what I've heard of her.

Anyway I suppose I should maybe consider sleep right about now.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Truth Is You Can Stop And Stare

So my headphones are decidedly broken. Fuckkk. I need good headphones at all times. The only way they work correctly is if I ditch the long cord and keep the short cord tight with my computer, which really isn't all that great because my computer doesn't have all that much music on it and Eric still hasn't fixed the internet so I can't pirate any. This is so sucky.

Anyway, my original plan for the day was to stay in bed because I totally got thrashed boarding yesterday and everything hurts. Then I remembered that I had 50 dollars and I get up for tattoos any day any time.

I got crucio on my right wrist. Next time I get money I'm getting imperio on my left wrist. It's super pretty and just a little evil looking. When the internet works again you'll have pictures but until then, check my facebook.

Anyway, I'm going to do nothing until late in the night/early in the morning at which point I will pass out.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Lord Knows I'm A Voodoo Child, Baby

So, this morning I passed out hoping not to dream. Do I ever get my wish? Of course not.

I had this weird dream about a carnival, probably influenced by Final Destination 3 that I watched with Eric last night. Anyway, guess who was in it? My haunter. Thanks.

I woke up at 1, talked to some people online and then got dressed and headed to Verizon to get my phone fixed. It didn't take long, all they did was reset it, which was convenient and I can do it myself if it stops working again.

After that, I headed down to ROT to get my lip touched up. Fun times, but I love that it's free.

I like that it's still bloody in the picture.

I discovered, when I tried to rent Kill BIll Volume 1 that we don't have a Blockbuster movie pass anymore, so I headed right to the grocery store and bought a whole bunch of microwaveable thai food. YUM!!!

Anyway, I suppose I might go to sleep soonish, because I'm super tired. Maybe I won't dream... fat chance.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Happy To Be Tortured

Yesterday morning I woke up at 5 am and watched Vh1 and discovered just how much I really do like the All-American Rejects. I was lazy until about 10 or so at which point I finally got my ass up and had yummy cereal for breakfast.

Mum and I drove to City Hall in Windsor to go to Service Canada and got my social insurance card. It took like, ten seconds. We came back to Detroit and ate at the HRC. They actually have vegan food, unlike the HOB, and our waiter was awesome. I took half of my left-over veggie burger home, but left it at my mother's house. Oh well.

By that time, it was pretty late, so I decided to just go to class. But, I remembered that ROT is right across from the school parking lot, so I parked and went right in. I brought $100 with me. As a Christmas present to myself, I got my lip tattooed!

I thought the placement and statement were appropriate.

Also, this is what I got done monday:

They're finally done!

I'm bringing sexy back.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Smotemetwice

This was written yesterday, however I had no access to a computer last night, so I'm publishing it today. I will be publishing another post later on today.

So... This morning I woke up at nine, completely exhausted so I went back to sleep until noonish. After that, I stayed in bed interwebbing until about one at which point I got dressed and went to the bank.

On my way to the bank I stopped at maccas for fries and some blue poweraid. I went to the bank drivethrough with the cool vacuusuck tubes and cashed a cheque and then headed to the tattoo parlour.

John was heading out when I got there so he let me watch the shop for an hour or so while he was gone, which was fun. I took some calls, talked to a few walk-ins, and signed for a package. Sweet. When John got back, he had to head back out to the bank, so while he was out, he bought me some more french fries.

After that, we finally got started. He shaded in two feathers and some lady walked in with a question about navel rings. We got back to it just as Van Halen's "Jump" came on, and I love that song. It went pretty quickly and we finished up with a Motley Crue song.

The tattoo looks totally amazing, but I'm not going to lie, right now, bras are my worst enemy. Since it was finished, I drove into RO, picked up some sushi and went to my mom's place. After dinner I played KH2 for a while and am currently stuck in a rather impossible battle with Jaffar. And I thought Xaldin and Demyx were hard... Athough, to be honest, I've only tried to beat him once. Its one of those annoying magic carpet battles and I'm all by myself, I'll probably try one of my forms or switch my keyblade to something stronger.

Anyway, I decided to spend the night there so I fell asleep on the couch while watching the history channel.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

I'm On My Knees, Looking For The Answer; I'm Dancer

My mother has amazing vegan food at her apartment, yummmm. Anyway, happy last day of November.

I was going to go get my December cheque from my mother, but then I got super lazy and now it's late.

Lazy Sunday. Whatever.

There was a mini blizzard earlier.

I talked to Stephanie for a while and she's convinced me that backstage really isn't that cool.

Sorry I'm boring.

On the bright side; ROT does lip tattoos. I'm getting "DANCER" because let's face it: I'm not human. I'm dancer.

On the other bright side, I'm getting inky tomorrow. Boss.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

...But That's Because You're A Hottie From Hottingham.

I can't blog good without my headphones... fuck fuckkitt.

Hey Jane. I baked you a cake to represent our love. It's burned, but that's because you're a hottie from Hottingham. OMG. YES.

I've been slightly in love with that commercial since last Valentine's day and I FINALLY found it to show Libby. I had to post it here. Watch.

This morning I woke up crazy early, took a shower, got my shit together, and drove to 7-11 near the HS to pick up Carol. Yay hot chocolate. There was this sweet dude with highlighter orange hair and we talked for a minute.

Ahhh... music.
It makes
My heart pound.
My skin burn.
My lips twitch.
My muscles go limp.

Anyway. Blogging.

So I parked a little ways away from the school, walked up there drinking my hot chocolate, blasting my headphones, and smoking a halfie. At which point I was high and slipping on ice. Yay! So I get there a bit early and just hang out in the freezing cold for a while which was fun. After a while, school was let out and Carol came and got me. We went to my car, which kind of exploded inside, and went to my house. She had tequila. I had the internet. So we were both drunk off of something.

Jacky came downstairs in his boxers. Hilarity ensued.

We got fries and then went to the tattoo studio to see if John was there. He wasn't and wouldn't be in until 6 so we went back to my house and played video games. Carol won. Then I danced to Michael Jackson. It was scary. I promise.

We went back to the tattoo studio and hung out with Ray for a bit before John got there. He took pictures. I'm getting the other wing shaded on Monday.

We were going to go pick up my phone from some lady, but her address and information got gone... oops. I don't really need that phone anyway.

Alex and I were talking tattoos and she wants a lip tattoo that says sin in German. I want one that says "AVADA KEDAVRA" because I'm a dork like that... I fucking love Harry Potter. I don't even care. I'm re-reading the last book at present. I love it! So... that gets added to my list of 16 other tattoos I have in mind... haha. I'm so iiinkky! I love it!

Nights yo. Happy American Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Down Down Turn Around

So yesterday morning, I woke up bright and early and had to wait until 11 or so to go into the shop and get one of my wings shaded. It seemed to take forever... I hate waiting.

On the bright side though, I went in right when they opened and didn't have to wait at all. John shaded the left wing today. Yay. I took pictures during breaks. With only parts of it shaded, it looked a bit like a Da Vinci sketch... which was super sweet.


Half-done.


I got a bit bored...


Finally!

So next week I'm going in to get the other one shaded... and I'll have to give him his money at some point... $100 for each wing. I rock. I roll. I rule.

So after that, I went to my parents' house to move more of my stuff into the guest room... however, after mum left, I convinced mother that my back hurt too much to move boxes, so we should go to the cinema and see the new James Bond movie.

It was good for a movie, but not a good Bond movie. It was basically a direct sequel from Casino Royale, which is really dumb, because Bond movies are supposed to be stand alones. But oh well. The guy who had to clean the theatre was ever so glad that I brought my trash down so that he didn't have to clean it up... it's just a basic common courtesy and human duty really... pick up your shit when you're done with it.

So yeah... went to parents' house after that and watched Bones. Some lady got shoved into a microwave on an aeroplane. Gross! There was this old lady who was obsessed with murder... it was pretty funny. Anyway, after that, I was super tired and kind of felt like puking because I had too much popcorn at the movies, so I just stayed the night.

This morning when I woke up, I couldn't find my blackberry... shit? Finally I found it under the couch in the TV room. Haha, score. Anyway... I'm home right now, but after I fill out something online, it's back to mums' house to pack up. Sucky...

On a bright, shiny note though, Thomas has promised to visit me in Toronto after I move. =]