Day 2: Simply Unique

Its 12:23 in the morning and I have my first classes in the morning. I've never been able to grasp the feeling of what to expect night of a big day. Granted I can verbalize what I will think it will feel like, but I never really know what to expect till that night crept up on my. A tired voice whispers from behind me, "You have to go to sleep." I know it will be awhile till I can. A mix of fear, nervousness, and excitement flows through me as I think about what it will be like to embark on another year of college....

The more I think about it, the more I realize that there is really no way to expect the feelings you know you will feel. On tuesday I will be getting my third tattoo, but this doesn't mean I will know how it will feel. I will wake up around 10 or so, and bullshit through the morning. When 1:30 comes around I'll be leaving my house to walk to the tattoo parlor. I'll start off smoking one cigarette when I go to walk but as I reach closer and my cigarette reaches its final drags of nicotine goodness, I'll consider smoking another one and eventually give in. The second cigarette is lit in hopes that it will calm my nerves in the next block, but I know it wont. Electrons are firing off in my head at this mix of emotions as I walk my way down the steps and into the underground parlor. I'll wait a moment. Then Brian will greet me and I'll be escorted into the room in which he will show me the tattoo, sterilize my arm, and ink the needle. It's right then where emotions, thoughts, and memories can not be explains. He puts the needle to my arm and asks me "Are you ready?" Sure as hell I'm not, but I didn't pay $160 to watch you prep a needle. There are no words to explain the experience because as soon as its started, its over....So in conclusion, I guess we can say how we think we feel, will feel, or won't feel in the dawning moments of our big event but there is no way to really know how it will all turn out.