![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
THE CAR IS FIXED!!!! AND I FIXED IT!!!
Let's all take this moment to glory in that which is my father, the finance behind this entire fiasco and the voice on the phone talking me down from the ledge time and again.
<3 YOU, PADRE
My Dad super-shipped the required part to me and I installed it with a minimum of pain and a maximum of swearing and, like magic, it turned over on the first try.
I then drove it around town for a victory lap and did not stall, once. I did squeal the tires, but frankly I prefer that to hitting the asshole who nudges up on my back bumper when we're stopped on a hill. Even if it would be satisfying...
And in related news, the official name for my first car is Don Juan de Marco the Red, aka Red Marco. Red for short, MARCO! if I've lost him in a parking lot, and STELLAAAA!!! if he's having gender identity issues.
And Marco is fixed none-too-soon, as I am trekking home next weekend for my sister's graduation (?!). Also, I'm getting my first tattoo.
Tadaa!
So I have a lot of reasons for getting this tattoo, the first of which being that this is going to be a reminder to never grow up and give in. Life's an adventure, and we should never forget that. I don't intend to.
The second reason in that I love this comic, and these characters.
The third reason is, I'm afraid of getting a tattoo and I do not know why. I love tattoos on others. I think they're beautiful and expressive and just plain cool. So I have no idea why I'm so hesitant to get one of my own. True, my family Does Not Like tattoos, but I'm an adult and capable of making my own choices. I pierced my own cartilage, despite the fact that my mother hates them, and I plan on getting my belly button pierced, another big Disappointed Frown-worthy offense.
See, I don't believe that I'm afraid of regretting the design, either. Calvin & Hobbes has been a fixture in my life since before I could read. And if I hate it that much, I can always get it removed.
Needles do bother me, this is true, but I can easily see myself covering my eyes until the needle is out of sight, anyway.
So, I am baffled as to why I'm scared.
Which makes me want to get one just out of sheer stubborn perversity. ::hands::
So, yeah. Prince of Persia tonight. FOR GREAT JUSTICE.
Let's all take this moment to glory in that which is my father, the finance behind this entire fiasco and the voice on the phone talking me down from the ledge time and again.
My Dad super-shipped the required part to me and I installed it with a minimum of pain and a maximum of swearing and, like magic, it turned over on the first try.
I then drove it around town for a victory lap and did not stall, once. I did squeal the tires, but frankly I prefer that to hitting the asshole who nudges up on my back bumper when we're stopped on a hill. Even if it would be satisfying...
And in related news, the official name for my first car is Don Juan de Marco the Red, aka Red Marco. Red for short, MARCO! if I've lost him in a parking lot, and STELLAAAA!!! if he's having gender identity issues.
And Marco is fixed none-too-soon, as I am trekking home next weekend for my sister's graduation (?!). Also, I'm getting my first tattoo.
Tadaa!
So I have a lot of reasons for getting this tattoo, the first of which being that this is going to be a reminder to never grow up and give in. Life's an adventure, and we should never forget that. I don't intend to.
The second reason in that I love this comic, and these characters.
The third reason is, I'm afraid of getting a tattoo and I do not know why. I love tattoos on others. I think they're beautiful and expressive and just plain cool. So I have no idea why I'm so hesitant to get one of my own. True, my family Does Not Like tattoos, but I'm an adult and capable of making my own choices. I pierced my own cartilage, despite the fact that my mother hates them, and I plan on getting my belly button pierced, another big Disappointed Frown-worthy offense.
See, I don't believe that I'm afraid of regretting the design, either. Calvin & Hobbes has been a fixture in my life since before I could read. And if I hate it that much, I can always get it removed.
Needles do bother me, this is true, but I can easily see myself covering my eyes until the needle is out of sight, anyway.
So, I am baffled as to why I'm scared.
Which makes me want to get one just out of sheer stubborn perversity. ::hands::
So, yeah. Prince of Persia tonight. FOR GREAT JUSTICE.
