Low-quality picture—but awesome regardless—of Stan Winston with a Brachiosaurus between takes.
This is my fifth tattoo and the reason behind why I got Stitch on my thigh: Because it was the first movie my adoptive mom took me to see when I first met her, and there’s so many deep heartful meanings about giving people (or in stitch’s case aliens) a second chance, accepting people for who they are, and about how family is very important. Also when I’d first met my adoptive mom she was just my “big sister” and I had a caseworker and a broken family…I felt like the movie hit home for me. And when I was in 7th grade I went to Disneyland for the first time and I bought the Stitch stuffed animal and have had it ever since and I sleep with him every night.♥ I had it done by my tattoo artist, Rick, at Club Tattoo.
Don’t hold back. If there’s something beautiful out there that you want (and there will be plenty), go for it. The more beauty you surround yourself with, the happier you’ll be. And the happier you are, the more beautiful you’ll be. And the more beautiful you are, the more people will be attracted to you. Hmmm, are you starting to sense a pattern? Get out and do what you enjoy and people won’t be able to help being drawn to you.
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Gah!
Okay, so I went into my room for a little privacy and space. It’s been a long time since I have willingly come in here to just hang out. I always just sit in the living room and I’m usually not too bothered being out there. Of course since I’m in my room everyone has to come in here and has something to say even though they can clearly see that I am doing things on my computer and also listening to music. I can barely hear what they want and it’s really annoying. I’m just really sick of most people lately. I go through stages where I just want to be alone and I go through the very “social butterfly” times as well. Right now though is the isolation period. I’m rarely overly stressed once I leave work but when people are constantly fretting over things around me I pick up on their anxieties. Every day when I come home there is something that someone is bitching about. I just don’t know how much I can take right now. I really need my own space, as in apartment or condo or whatever. There’s nowhere to even get away except work. I am becoming somewhat of a workaholic. I don’t mind staying longer than I have to or working overtime (which currently is not allowed due to payroll and such) and a lot of the time I would rather stay at work then come home. It’s pretty sad and also makes me fear that I will become like my father. He has always put himself and his career and possessions before his family and I really don’t want that to happen to me in the future. Sometimes though it is really taxing to have to worry about others and their problems as well as my own and I’d rather just get lost in work. I don’t want to sound cold and heartless but when is it that we must draw the line between helping others and helping ourselves?
