My day started off by me having only 10 minutes to get ready. My alarm didn't go off. I thought it would be awful, but I decided, "No. It's my birthday. The 'Invincible' switch is going to be forced to work today." And it did.

I wasn't late to school - just later than usual. I got a ton of "happy birthday's" and just had a good day all together.

My friend is two days younger than I am, and we always randomly touch each other and hug each other and today, we kept saying that I couldn't now because it's illegal.

Lunch... I won't even go there. I'm trying to repress that disturbing conversation.

My sister picked me up after school. We went to Taco Bell and then killed time by mostly sitting around. Then we got inked.

I was kinda freaking out. First tattoo... kinda scary. But I was excited.

I got it on the back of my neck. It looks good. I love it. It didn't hurt but it was more or less irritating. It felt like being poked repeatedly with a needle... (yes, I wonder why, right?) It hurt a little more by the tail, but otherwise not so much.

My dad isn't home, but is on his way. He's probably going to be a little mad, since he didn't want me to get it in the first place, but oh well.

Like my sister said, I told him, my sister went with, it's not like I just went out and got it on my own with no warning. I didn't go get a whole bunch or some gang symbol or something. I might be a little rebellious, but I'm not stupid. And there's a very fine line, that sometimes even I cross.

With my sister as a guide, I never wander too far past it though.

All in all, though, it's been a good day.

Eric said he'd stay up until I got on, I warned him it'd be late for him. He's on, but I think he's sleeping because he hasn't responded yet. I knew he'd be asleep. I warned him. But it's the thought that counts. (: