Thursday, March 20, 2008
rat-a-tat-tat
um, I think I'm going to get a third tattoo. I'm still thinking about it. mostly, I know what I want, but not where to put it. on my shoulder is an option. yes, I realize it would likely show in a fancy dress, but a)I don't care and b)how often do I wear fancy dresses anyway?
I've also thought about getting it on my elbow. like, on the inside, where your arm rests by your torso. a little tiny flower. yes, you could see it in a short sleeve shirt, and no, I don't care about that either. I just want a little sunflower with green leaves and yellow petals and I'm not sure if I want an orange or brown center. or orange-brown. but the more I think about it, the more I know this is what I want. I'll tell you my sunflower stories soon, I promise.
I actually tried to draw what I want on a bandaid and put it on my arm so you'd get the idea, but bandaids don't make good tattoo palettes. :)
so if you have input, or have a tattoo in one of those places and have reasons you do/do not like the location, I'll be happy to hear it. and please, don't remind me that I'll have it in fifty years. first of all, I already have two, and second that's the entire point. And I want a third because I have a thing about odd numbers.
tonight we sing the maundy thursday service. we have a flute, oboe, violin and horn (I forget the name and don't feel like looking it up--not a trumpet. not a sousaphone. maybe a french? yeah, I think it's a french. anyway.) accompanying us, and they sound awesome, but it's TOTALLY screwing up our singers. I can hear exactly none of the people by me, and people don't stand close enough together either, so we sopranos are way over on the side in a J shape and I'm all alone. it kind of sucks.
at least it got better as the night wore on. I guess...I'm excited to sing the descant though. And I wish we were singing "was it a morning like this." and at least I don't have songs about torches and swords in my head! anyhoodle.
time to have lunch with my mentor now--we're celebrating my new job, and his transition to being my boss!
I've also thought about getting it on my elbow. like, on the inside, where your arm rests by your torso. a little tiny flower. yes, you could see it in a short sleeve shirt, and no, I don't care about that either. I just want a little sunflower with green leaves and yellow petals and I'm not sure if I want an orange or brown center. or orange-brown. but the more I think about it, the more I know this is what I want. I'll tell you my sunflower stories soon, I promise.
I actually tried to draw what I want on a bandaid and put it on my arm so you'd get the idea, but bandaids don't make good tattoo palettes. :)
so if you have input, or have a tattoo in one of those places and have reasons you do/do not like the location, I'll be happy to hear it. and please, don't remind me that I'll have it in fifty years. first of all, I already have two, and second that's the entire point. And I want a third because I have a thing about odd numbers.
tonight we sing the maundy thursday service. we have a flute, oboe, violin and horn (I forget the name and don't feel like looking it up--not a trumpet. not a sousaphone. maybe a french? yeah, I think it's a french. anyway.) accompanying us, and they sound awesome, but it's TOTALLY screwing up our singers. I can hear exactly none of the people by me, and people don't stand close enough together either, so we sopranos are way over on the side in a J shape and I'm all alone. it kind of sucks.
at least it got better as the night wore on. I guess...I'm excited to sing the descant though. And I wish we were singing "was it a morning like this." and at least I don't have songs about torches and swords in my head! anyhoodle.
time to have lunch with my mentor now--we're celebrating my new job, and his transition to being my boss!
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i played the french horn from seventh grade through my sophomore year in college. i sincerely apologize for your horner's behavior. : )
I like when tattoos are on the back of people's necks.
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