If something scares you, do it.

See also:

Getting a tattoo. Like the real, permanently permanent kind. The kind that doesn’t wash off, not even with nail polish remover. The kind that all the “My body is a temple”-ists are going to see and say, “That’s going to look horrible when you’re 70,” to which you can reply, “So is everything else.”

Moving out. As in, I will no longer be living with my parents. As in I need to consistently pay rent and buy groceries and lounging around all day on Tumblr is no longer an option (sad face), and I’ll be living in a part of town I’ve never even been in, so I have no idea what’s around there and how to get about. I put my faith in the Calgary Public Transit system.

Going to school in a different country. It’s not the school that scares me, it’s the process of getting to that school. There’s forms and applications and I’m pretty sure I have to go in for an interview with some government agent who’s going to be all, “And what makes you think you’re good enough to go to Sam Houston?” To which I have no answer, other than “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, BITCH? I’M MITCHELL BARTLETT AND I GO TO SCHOOL WHEREVER I DAMN PLEASE!” (Just kidding!)

Monday, November 9th: Tattoo
Saturday, November 14th: Moving out
For the next year or so: Going to school in a different country

If something scares you, do it.

See also:

Getting a tattoo. Like the real, permanently permanent kind. The kind that doesn’t wash off, not even with nail polish remover. The kind that all the “My body is a temple”-ists are going to see and say, “That’s going to look horrible when you’re 70,” to which you can reply, “So is everything else.”

Moving out. As in, I will no longer be living with my parents. As in I need to consistently pay rent and buy groceries and lounging around all day on Tumblr is no longer an option (sad face), and I’ll be living in a part of town I’ve never even been in, so I have no idea what’s around there and how to get about. I put my faith in the Calgary Public Transit system.

Going to school in a different country. It’s not the school that scares me, it’s the process of getting to that school. There’s forms and applications and I’m pretty sure I have to go in for an interview with some government agent who’s going to be all, “And what makes you think you’re good enough to go to Sam Houston?” To which I have no answer, other than “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, BITCH? I’M MITCHELL BARTLETT AND I GO TO SCHOOL WHEREVER I DAMN PLEASE!” (Just kidding!)

Monday, November 9th: Tattoo
Saturday, November 14th: Moving out
For the next year or so: Going to school in a different country

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I'm Mitchell, and I like to write and design and cook and I spend way too much time on the computer and I have a thing for run-on sentences (and related or unrelated asides in parentheses). I have a boyfriend named Jeremy who I love very much.