So it's been a while since I've journaled, probably because I'm having an awesomely busy summer. Yep, music camp, then fencing camp, then actually camping, then Canada, then AP work, and blah blah blah you don't care about that. Or maybe you do, i'm not sure....hmmm...

ANYWAY, my goal to be artsy this summer completely failed. Besides the fact that I wrote some cool poems in Canada. Yeah, they're cool, and depressing, my favorite The truth is children, I've spent way too much time online. Much too much time. (My parents threatened to ban facebook from me, how horrible is that?)
I have however, seen my friends a bunch this summer, which is always a good thing. Usually I spend summer just chilling doing absolutely nothing of importance. Granted, I'm still doing that, but I'm managing to do it with my friends this time. So...is that an improvement?

Aight so that's my summer. Or was my summer. Summer's almost over, AP works ALMOST DUE!!!! *cue screaming*. There was something that I wanted to journal about though. Any of you that know me well enough know that I am becoming obsessed with tattoos. Yes, its sad but true. I'm dying to get a tat, but of course I'm waiting until I'm older so I can make a smart choice. Lately I've been getting a lot of resistance from people (surprisingly NOT my parents). What do you guys think about tattoos? Are they a form of self expression or a mark of the devil? Let me know, I'm curious.

So yeah, comment away....now.