Random contemplations

I've pretty much decided to go back to the accelerated schedule at school, two classes per term as originally set, to graduate in a more timely manner. You know, like a rat - leave the sinking ship of my job as soon as possible, and all that. But what I wonder about is, should I then turn around and dive right into my Master's? Like any other break between terms, I'd only have one week off between graduating from the Bachelor's program and beginning the Master's. One week. I'd like to take a couple months off, but the sooner I start it, the sooner I'll have my Master's degree. Thoughts?

I love my hair color now - the black with the bleach-blonde patch of bangs and top - but I wonder if it would fit into the professional business world. I'm finally letting it all grow, and that means continuing to dye it black and bleach it blonde every four to six weeks, but is the effort worth it? Or will I end up just going with one uniform color once I have that degree and start applying for a better job? Should I enjoy it while it lasts, or try to blacken some of the blonde for a more conservatively-punkish look?

Speaking of toning things down for the "Professional World," I need to find a way to hide the inch and a half or so of snake tongue that peeks out below the wrist and actually onto my hand. It can't be covered with long sleeves. The rest of my tattoos can be easily hidden if I so choose, but not that little bit. So my options are this:

1. Laser tattoo removal, which is expensive. If I don't have the money to get more tattoos, where am I gonna find the money to un-get them?

2. Movie make-up; the kind they use to cover an actor or actresses real tattoos for characters that don't have any. I'd have no idea where to find it, but I'm sure a quick google search would turn up something useful. But, then I'd have to worry about remembering to put the makeup on my hand every morning. What if I forgot one day, and no one wanted to belive it was just Sharpie because I got bored? What if an uber-conservative higher-up told me to wash the "Sharpie" off and stop being silly?

3. Creative fashion: I could bring back the good ol' Reniassance days of thick frothy lace at cuffs and throat, which would cover it nicely. I think it would be smashing coupled with a nice suit-jacket, but I can just imagine how it might get in the way of typing.

And using the restroom.

4. Band-aid/Ace Bandage/wrist glove. This would only work temporarily, unless I went with the band-aids and pretended I had some sort of open wound on my hand that just never happened to heal. A little fake blood/pus/tentacles and no one would be rude enough to say anything, probably. Of course, then I wouldn't be invited out for coffee either, but I'm ok with that. I'm really not much of a people person, friendly though I may be.

School and generally just being an adult with bills is forcing me to accept the fact that I may never become a tattoo artist. It was my dream for a long time, and I still enjoy entertaining thoughts of it, but it's not likely to happen with the path my life is taking. Becoming a tattoo artist (a respected and properly-educated one, any way) requires an apprenticeship. That requires money. I don't have money, so I'm going to college to get money. But once I'm done with college and have a job that pays me enough for an apprenticeship, that job will probably pay more than being a tattoo artist, and while I'd love to follow my heart, it's funny how monthly bills, food and gas just don't agree with that particular ideal. Besides, then I'd have one - no, two - degrees in business which would be going to waste because if I'm gonna be doing artsy stuff all day, every day, I want nothing whatsoever to do with the business side of it. The two do not mix. And well, $50,000 is a fuck of a lot of money to waste on two pieces of paper, no matter how nice the frames. So I'll stick to being the poke-ee rather than the poke-er, most likely, and that makes me more than a little frustrated, but it's not like I can't draw on other things. Like, paper.

I've decided that "When dragons laugh, life is good," is great, but doesn't really fit well for this blog. I mean, it's cute and all, kinda-sorta-in-a-way-philosophical, but not really accurate to the feel of most of my posts. It promises funny posts, and much as I'd like to, I just don't do funny very often. So, I'm contemplating a new name (and consequent banner), and I'm open to suggestions. I'd like to keep dragons in it somehow, but give it a more down-to-earth feel, like "I'm just your average, humble, know-it-all, angst-ridden, easily amused, allergy-striken, and generally over-friendly person." Something artsy, maybe. Or bookish. Or just plain odd but fun. Really; help me out here.

I need to get into the habit of dressing better. But, that costs money, because that means new clothes. Like, businessy-type clothes. And I don't have money, which is why I'm going to college: to get a better job that will give me more money, so I can buy things like newer, nicer, more "take me seriously because I'm smart, damnit," clothes. Only, that job will require that I already have those clothes. I can get them before I graduate and get that job, but it will be a slow process and I want to get used to wearing such things so that I'm more comfortable in them when it comes time to be a "real adult." Which means, I kinda need them soon-ish. Like, now would be great. Alas.

I want a pen pal. A good old fashioned, handwritten on nice paper, talking about life rather than "Hey s'up, biatch?", pen pal. Of course, I'd probably never have time to write back, so it would be a riduculously short-lived experience, but it has an irrestistable appeal, like frothy lace and bad romance novels.

I want a Jeep. 'Nuff said. It's Matt's fault.

And finally, I want comments, damnit. I ask - no, I demand - that you post a comment to this blog. Even if I don't know you. Even you don't care, or have nothing to say beyond "I'm commenting. So there."

... Please? It would make my day, because I'm just sappy like that.