This post is a long time coming… I checked climbing to the top of the clocktower off 161 Things at the end of September. (And conveniently went on a blogging hiatus in the beginning of October. Coincidence?)
A few of my teammates and I had just got done with class and had a little bit of free time before any of us had anything else to do. We were walking across the Arts Quad toward the clocktower, none of us had climbed it yet, so we figured what the hell. Backpacks and all, we marched to the top.
I will say that the one mistake we did make was climbing to the top in the middle of a chimes concert. Having I Can Go the Distance from Disney’s Hercules blaring in my ears wasn’t necessarily the most pleasant thing. But let me tell you, the view was magnificent.
Despite the unseasonably hot weather we were having in Ithaca at the time and the sweat that was dripping down my back by the time we reached the top, the view was worth it. Definitely all it was cracked up to be. …it also helped that it was an absolutely gorges (Ha! Punny!) day in Ithaca.
I stood there in awe, looking at Cornell from a fresh new perspective. It was breathtaking–the bright blue of the sky contrasted with the blue of Cayuga Lake, the green of campus, all of the students… amazing. I’ll let you be the judge.
Looking at Sage Hall
I will definitely be visiting again before graduation this May.
Okay guys… I finally did it! I got a tattoo! Cross that off of my bucket list… number 21? Check.
I know that I explained the meaning of this symbol in my first post about getting my tattoo, so I’ll spare you the details about that. Initially my appointment was on May 15th, but I had to push it back a month. I realized that I needed, uh, well, MONEY to be able to get a tattoo, and I didn’t have any mid-May. Especially with my 21st birthday the weekend before. I think you know where my money went.
Anyway, so the days before my apointment I was all like “Hell yeah! Let’s do this!” Then, the day before I started to get more nervous. And on the day of… well, I was a mess! I was super nervous. But I did it, thank god. And I’m so happy with the results! It was exactly how I wanted it and I couldn’t be more excited.
I realize that getting my first tattoo is risky–people always say that’s one of the most painful spots to get tattooed. But honestly? It wasn’t that bad. I mean, yeah, there were definitely parts that were painful. But I have experienced more pain on a softball field from injuries than from that tattoo. If anything, it was more annoying than painful. I wanted the tattoo artist to stop, but only because it was bothersome–like a mosquito flying around your face or something. He even said to me, “Girls are so much better at this than guys. When girls know what they want, they go for it and make sure they GET it. Halfway through a tattoo, guys are usually trying to find a way out, while girls are looking for their cell phone.” He even told me about a girl that fell ASLEEP while getting a tattoo! He goes, “Yeah, that girl was pretty gangster.”
Granted my tattoo only took a half hour, but I couldn’t be more happy with my decision or how it turned out. I’m already thinking about a second tattoo… oops?
PS. I’ve added another item to my Bucket List! It’s #34: Visit all 30 MLB Baseball Stadiums. I’ve already been to three–Coors Field, home of the Rockies; Camden Yards, home of the Orioles; and of course Citizens Bank Park, home of the Philadelphia Phillies. I’m a die-hard baseball fan, so I’d love to accomplish this.
Oh, and GO PHILLIES!
First off, let me start by apologizing to my mother.
Yesterday I started the quest to complete Bucket List item number 21–get a tattoo. My mom probably isn’t that happy and my dad might kill me (I still have to talk to him about that again), but it’s one giant step in the right direction.
Since I’ve been to college, I’ve been telling my friends and teammates about this tattoo I want to get. Somehow they always manage to forget and I have to explain it all over again, but that’s besides the point. Finally, a few weeks ago when we were discussing it, my one friend said to me, “If you don’t get it by the end of this semester, you won’t ever get it. You’ve been talking about it for over two years.”
Shocked, I realized she was right.
In that same vein, I knew that if I didn’t actually make an appointment, it would never happen. So yesterday, I walked into Stiehl’s Body Modification Station in the Ithaca Commons and made my appointment. May 15th. Oh boy. (Sidenote: Stiehl’s is an excellent place to go for a tattoo or piercing. I’ve had multiple piercings done there and they do a fabulous job! They are super clean and the staff is amazing).
I got butterflies and nervous just from making appointment–imagine how I’ll feel when I actually go to get the tattoo!
Now, I know you must be wondering… what does this crazy girl want to get tattooed on her body?
I’ve thought about this long and hard. I’m not getting a tattoo just for the sake of getting a tattoo. This means something to me.
One of my mottos or mantras in life, if you will, is “no worries.” You know, don’t worry about the little things, just take it easy and have fun. I say it all the time. Naturally, being the big Disney buff that I am, I know that “hakuna matata” means “no worries.” Does that mean I want to get “hakuna matata” tatooed on my body? Hell no. I’m not that cheesy (I’m sorry if I’ve offended anyone who has that tattoo).
Instead of getting Swahili permanently etched on my skin, I’m going to get the symbol. Yes, there is a symbol for “hakuna matata.” And it’s awesome! It’s pretty and it fits my personality well. It’s going to go on my ribs and I’m probably going to cry, but it will be worth it.
May 15th, here I come. Hopefully I don’t chicken out.