As much as I hate conforming to social rules that I completely disagree with, I've finally settled on not getting my tattoos on my wrists, nor on the flesh between my thumb and index finger. Instead I'll get it on my lower neck. It shall be a peace symbol, 'and' symbol (&) and a heart. Peace & Love. It'll be very small, the 'and' symbol being smaller than the other two, and completely in black. I haven't yet decided whether I want the heart filled, or not.
Then once I get to the highest level of success that I wish to achieve, I'll get a big "Fuck The Man" on my forearm. And I kid.
Speaking of society, next semester of college is going to put up one hell of a fight, if I decide not to change my schedule. And though I know my academic adviser, and my academic peer adviser, and my academic success partner will probably suggest that I do, I'm not sure if I want to. For one, the three courses that I am enrolled in are absolutely, fabulously, completely amazing. The course work will be rigorous, but the topics are just to die for, if you're a lover of the penal system, Iran and West African cultures, like me. Also, I want to know what if feels like to be truly challenged in school. And not just challenged because I'm a chronic procrastinator, but challenged even when I'm giving my all.
I've never felt that, in school, before.
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