Tattoos and Papers

Two subjects that I would like to discuss today: Tattoos and Final Papers.

We can start with Final papers:
Let me start out by saying that writing this blog is even a way for me to procrastinate finishing my paper. It is like... ten o'clock right now... it is due in 14 hours and I don't even have my paper finished yet. What am I DOING blogging? I probably should be banned from the Internet... but God knows that isn't going to happen. I'm by a computer and as long as I am here, I will always be doing something other that what I'm supposed to be doing.

But in reality, my paper is awesome and I am really excited to write it. My favorite topic: Harry Potter. My school subject: Mythology. Combine the two to make ONE EPIC PAPER. I am drawing parallels between the story of Perseus and and Harry Potter.

What the eff do the two have in common? Turns out a lot.

If you don't know the story of Perseus, I wouldn't recommend seeing "Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief" or "Clash of the Titans". They are pretty good stories on their own but they do NOT have good representations of the myth for what I need. I need the real myth. The story about the actual defeat of Medusa and all that awesome stuff. What I am really trying to convince my audience of is how Harry Potter is relevant to our time just like mythological stories were relevant to the Greeks during ancient times. They tell us how to live, help us discover more about ourselves and what it means to live on this planet and be human. Believe it or not, some people don't know this about HP, but it actually has value. My professor has never read the series so I could tell him that it is about this crazy school boy who has an erotic attraction to horses...

Wait, no... that was Daniel Radcliffe's other big production. Kind of a big difference there.

But I really want to make a good argument for Harry and show the world just how awesome he can be, how much he can do for adolescents and the world in general. If I write this paper well, I feel like he might read the series. Maybe I will have converted one person with this paper and if I can do that... I will feel like a success.

Most of the time, I am not this excited to write a final paper. I usually do not have so much to say on the topic I am writing about so half of what I write ends up being fluff. In this case, the opposite is true. I have too much to say and I'm finding it rather hard to stay on topic. But this still doesn't keep me from procrastinating! Youtube and blogging are two of my favorite methods of procrastination. The new method that I must add to the pile... Getting tattoos.

This happens to be the second thing that I wanted to talk about! I just got my first tattoo! How exciting, right? Well, I've been telling everyone that I know as a substitute for telling the two people that I really wanted to share the news with: my parents. They are equally as nerdy as me and I was certain that I would get one of two reactions: anger or excitement.

I got neither.

I was met with silent indifference when I informed both my parents that I had just gotten my first tattoo. This is equally as epic as getting a drivers licence or tasting your first legal alcoholic beverage and how did they respond? Meh.

AKSETNAWRFHNTHWAENNSLKJ <<< this is the written embodiment of a tempter tantrum.

Why are you not either excited for me or super outraged!? You should pick one of the two and be that! I could handle those reactions but I can't handle total indifference! I have just permanently marked my body! PERMANENT!

After their total lack of caring, I started to realize that I didn't need their approval, interest, or care about what I did. I did this for me, got exactly what I wanted, and I am happy with it. The idea of permanence kind of freaks me out, though. What if I wake up and tomorrow I don't like it? What if it gets totally infected and my torso falls off?? Wait... that can't happen. I'd be dead. New Concern. What if it gets infected and I die!?
I'm pretty sure none of these things will happen. I feel like the words I had permanently inked onto my body will stay with me forever (pun intended). "Not all those who wander are lost". I wander, but that doesn't mean I am lost. It has meaning for me, I have gone through this phase of wandering and I know who I am because of it. I know what I want to do and how I want to live.

All in all, this was a successful means of procrastination. Thank you, final paper. You have changed me for the better... even if you don't get written because of it.