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[saitaina]

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

Well, we’re home.

Our fun filled three day vacation is OVER and I’m finally feeling better.

My tattoo looks awsome. I can’t wait to display it at the book seven release day. Six bloody years of waiting and now I have a very large dark mark tattoo’d in black across my forearm.

It’s an enlarged copy of the header picture of “Parting of the Ways” (Goblet of Fire, US edition). Mum took a picture of it just after it was done so as soon as I get that from her I’ll show it off.

She also has video of me getting pierced (funny as hell to watch, I’m grimicing and you can clearly hear me saying “OW” despite the fact half my lip is held out.

Sadly we realized a problem only hours after I got the piercing, my ‘bite’ (alignment of my teeth) is not conductive to thepiercing, the back kept getting stuck behind my lower front teeth, which meant I was constantly pulling on the piercing and nearly ripped it out twice. So I removed it…

And for the past few hours, have been trying to shove it BACK into my swollen, bruised hole, crying (either from pain or frustration I don’t know), feeling pathetic because I’ve also waited years for this piercing and I let a small thing like almost ripping it out come between me and my ‘dream’.

I now have a severely damaged lip (goddess it hurts), no piercing and no idea what’s going through my brain because it’s not ‘weak’ to remove a piercing you almost rip out.

And another bit of proof I’m fucked in the head tonight? I keep thinking that some how not being able to have this piercing is going to make Bunny think less of me, despite the fact he has dated me for over a year without it, and never encoraged me one way or the other about it, despite to describe what it was (and mention that he liked girls with them, of course).

I would blame it on the fact I’ve been off my meds for three days but it shouldnt’ be screwing with me this bad. I re-start them tomorrow now that we’re pretty much sure I’m well again.

..I can’t stop staring at my tattoo. FA, HPfGU, all my friends and all the drama…it’s all summed up in this tattoo. For the rest of my life I will look at my arm and remember what these six years were about. Which is kind of good, as I’m walking away from the fandom in July.

When my kids ask why I have a snake and a skull on my arm, I can tell them the stories, the memories of six years that changed my life.

Man now I want to cry over that!

I’m tempted to go back to the artist when this heals and get my other four done, just kind of nervous as they require more shading and it fucking BURRNED when he did the shading on this.

….wonder how much he’d charge to put Kaitou Kid on my body though…