Extraordinary.

I'm here alone for most of the day. Cleaning and dancing around to disco music. That's right, disco. And I'm perfectly happy, giddy even. Then I hear the lock turning and my parents emerge, they aren't even here for an entire minute and my good mood is gone because of their complaints and nagging.

Since I'm in a bad mood and I'm 17 I am going to dissect this. I hate cleaning. But I was doing it happily. I don't know why, but usually when I'm forced to clean when they're around, nothing much gets done. Because they're always there telling me how to do it or wouldn't it work better if...probably, but I like doing things my way. When I'm home alone I can play whatever music I want to play as loud as I want to play it and clean things however I want to clean them. As long as it gets done why does it matter how you do it?

Heart of glass.

I feel like if my head was cracked open then mush would just dribble out. I'm so tired. I was in bed by 10:30 and waiting on Craig Ferguson to come on but I fell asleep before. I woke up at 3 after a strange dream involving star wars, secret agents, and high school.

Why am I listening to Blondie?

Why aren't you listening to Blondie?

"I got soul but I'm not a soldier."

I dyed my hair back brown. It wasn't worth arguing with Pops daily about it, just like I've let the new tattoo thing go. At least until I'm 18. We've been fighting about it for days. He showed me a website about Christianity and tattoos and how tattoos originated from witchcraft. It also had the scripture: Leviticus 19:28 Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you.

Except on the website it said nor print tattoo marks upon you, which is not worded like that in any of my bibles, my mom even said she's never read the word tattoo in the bible. Now, this is a scripture I showed him a few months ago that Andy, my youth pastor, showed us. Leviticus is in the OT and this passage is referencing the people putting marks of idol gods on them, which is where the sin is. I don't think Jesus or God hates tattoos and I know He doesn't love us any less for them.

I'm still a little conflicted about whether I will add anymore to my body because I'm not finished asking questions and reading scripture. I looked up Christian tattoo artists and was pleasantly surprised to discover quite a few, they aren't quite as common as other tattoo artists but they're out there. :)

This girl has "TELL THEM" tattoooed on her wrist and I think that's great, she said she gets asked about it all the time and it's provided her with a broader opportunity at witnessing. I think that's a really great idea.

I get tattooes because they'll be there forever. They remind me of happiness, my faith, and rough moments in my past and serve as a reminder not to let myself get back there. I like religious tattoos and I want to get one to cover the scars on my wrist. Why would I want to cut through a piece of art? I don't know. I wish he was cooler with tattoos, Jess is working at Voodoo now and could do mine for free. Sucks.

Nathan will be hiring at the shop again next year for Piercer/Tattoo apprentices and I'm gonna throw my name in the hat. I'll tell Pops I'm working at Starbucks. Hourly + tips would help put me through school.

GED on the 7th. Wish me luck.

I found a pair of scrunch boots and a white playsuit that I'm absolutely in love with. Also, I finally found my hot pink fishnets and I'm wearing them every chance I get. I need a job like ASAP. Betsey Johnson is calling my name.

xo.

carrie

Oh where, Oh where...?

I don't know either.

Quick!

I really don't like TV. It kills brain cells.

Oh, dear.