Back....again......

Well, hello there big wonderful world!
Yes, i am back, although to whom it may concern i am unaware. I often think that blogging is slightly pointless because who is actually goign to read it? However, this is ofcourse contradicted by the comments that have been left on my blogg from people i dont know...SOOOOOO, thanks for the comments by the way! I do appreciate it when people put up with my random ramblings.

Anyway, life has been qutie eventful since i last posted, which i believe was sometime last year. I updated my profile picture so whoever happens to wander to my little spot of the net they can see what i look like.
So, since last posting i have moved back to scotland, got a job, made friends, lost friends, been back to Norway for a class reunion, christmas, birthday, exams (im tkaing higher english in a night class), visit from norwegian friends and a tattoo. Yeah, quite eventful...

Well, i suppose i could tell you about my tattoo - which i will post some pictures of when it's stopped scabbing - that i got last week. It's of two dragons i found on deviantart. Great website actually! Lots of really talented artists. Anyways, since i live on a small island of which attractions are getting blindingly drunk or sleeping a tattoo artists visiting is some-what of a second coming - and im not talking about that guy you met last friday. Hehe. So this guy, Max, comes here a couple of times a year and he makes his business through word of mouth. So the Word reached me, along with a phone number, and i made an appointment. I took my desired design to him and after a couple of complementaries and jokes he got to work. My dad deecided to join me too. He's a bit of a tattoo fanatic and covered head to toe in them. He's getting one too but not until Thursday. Anyway, swaying slighty off course here, hehe, i do that.

So, Max drew out the tattoo and made a transfer, which he then placed on my arm and thus i had my pre-tattoo. It's actually almost like a small premonition, you know, getting a glimpse of what shall be. Anyways, so he got to work, ah let the searing begin.

I should mention at this point that there's not actual searing or burning involved.

So. He starts, the sensation is quite peculiar. When anyone jabs you with a needle your first instinct is to flinch away in pain, but, when it's someone giving you a tattoo, you kind of just sit there. Make no mistake, it hurts like a bitch; but after a while you get used to it. So, he's made his start, following the pre-printed lines furiously. Time is money. Although everytime he stops it gives my body a chance to regroup and tell my brain in great detail that a needle has been punctuaring my skin about a thousand times a second. I dismiss this.
For such a rough looking person im amazed by the elequence of his hand. Following the art with so much garce im sure the Queen is re taking prep school again because of it.

After an hour and a half he's done. I look in the mirror and there it is. My new tattoo. I paid him, had a few more complementaires and left with the promise of buying him a pint when i see him out on Friday night. Which i intend to honour, but not in the "come back to mine" way. Seriously people, i know i need a man but not that badly. Anyways, that would make for a weird first date.

Hey, want to mutilate my body and grab a coffee? Yes charming. Hehe.

Anyways, i think this will do for a return, i know it's not my usuall, perky writing but i will hopefully get back into the swing of things with a few more posts.
Catch you all later, luvs ya! Muwah! X