What Happened:

I wobbled up to this li'l place in the basement of a reg. apartement building..and since I'm slightly phobic about..*people* I had to really get a grip before I dared to actually open the door. But I did. And as I'd thought and feared there was this biker lookin' guy with tattoo's all over his arms and stuff..and I went 'meep..I'm just gonna look around some'.

Privacy?Cha'rite:

I was looking through some catalogues with tattoo designs when suddenly the door opens and in comes like..7 girls around 17 or something.. you know the type, snobbish good girls that wants to pretend they're bad, and since they rule the school who's gonna argue?
They were all gonna *drum roll* pierce they're navels. Now I totaly respect that, to each their own..but come ON..what's so personal and special when 7 friends all do the exact thing? *shrug*
I stood there and got to watch how different they all acted though, and that was very interesting (yah, I like studying human behaviour). It varied from a really nervous girl doing it going "um..that wasn't at all as bad as I thought", to the 'toughest girl' who'd been the moral support for the others more nervous girls, and then when it was her turn she was about to pass out. They asked me if I was going to get pierced too and I just shook my head and they went 'ooooh..tattooooooo?'. I said I was slightly thinking about it. *grin*
Lastly, a guy came in and got his eyebrow re-pierced..and I couldn't help but thinking that hanging out in a tattoo parlor place was actually really fun.

Deciding.

GOD that was tricky. Just standing there, knowing that you was the only one left there, which put you in a spot...deciding wether to do it or not. I have troubles deciding on _icecreamflavor_ dammit. The tattoo artist turned out to be so nice though, but I don't think he expected me to go through with it for real. We spent maybe 15 minutes discussing justabout everything..as everyoen that's never been tattoo'd before I wanted to know how much it'd hurt, which is such a dork question coz most likely all newbies ask that and there's no way one can answer it..but we decided on the design I wanted, and altered it according to my instructions and everything. And suddenly I just took a really deep breath and said "I want to do this. I really do, I just don't know if I can *handle* doing it though". He basically just grinned and said "Well...once I've started I'm really so concentrated on my work so trying to get out then is simply not gonna happen". Oy.

Doing "IT":

He asked me where I wanted it, and I showed him the spot down on my leg..and he went "I must tell you that the lower you go on your leg, the more it's going to hurt". *gulp*
We continued, he got the design on my leg and started fiddeling with the ink and needle. *shruuuug*..the last minutes before he went to work was probably some of the worst in my life _ever_. And then he began..and...HEY!!!!!It hardly hurt at all! I don't think I've been that baffled before...I just started laughing, and I was so surprised I had to ask him "That's ALL??". And that was all.

I'm gonna try and describe it. Imagine taking your right indexfinger (or left!;), and scratching a line on your other arm with some pressure. Sort of a sharp edgy feeling, but very barable.=) Now I must say that everyone senses differently, so this was just an attempt to describe how _I_ felt. Others might feel even less, or a lot worse.
Originaly it was going to be a red design with black contours and text and black shadows, but when he was done with the black I fell in love with the way it looked so we kept it that way. I'm very proud too because he said that I sure handled it way better than many others he's tattoo'd that weren't even half as nervous...and he said he could just see what type I was. I'm the type that keep coming back for more...and scarily enough...I think he might be right. I'm probably going back next month just to add a little text to my tattoo.(The only time I was freaked

The Design:

Yah..hehhe..ok, now I've babbled so much, and I still haven't told what i got. I'm such a MeanieHead(tm)*grin*. I don't have a photo scanned yet, but it'll come very soon. I will describe it as for now.

It's in the shape of a peace sign. Not the regular sterile black plain peace sign. Nono. It's a thick version with rough edges and contours to add depth, making it look like something carved out of stone. Inside the outer circle it says: I BELIEVE IN PEACE, and on the lower half of the circle it says: BITCH. It's a line from the song "The Waitress" by Tori Amos, and though it's never been my absolute favorite, it was the one line that kept popping into my head when I started thinking about a tattoo. It just expresses what I'm about I think..I'm a pacifist but I'm not a wuss. Or something. It's hard to explain what I mean..all I know is, it feels very right and very me. =)(And having the word "BITCH" etched into your skin forever does give you a whole new attitude ehehe.)