Can't sleep again.

I don't know what it is, but there's been a few nights once in awhile where I wake up or stay up unnaturally. And lately my body has been waking myself up at about 7 am, which is half an hour than I have to get up for work. I don't get it. But apparently this is a stay up late night, so I am paying bills and looking at my car renewal registration and downloading the pics from the photo shoot today. It's weird that I don't have much free time again anymore, it was getting to the point where I didn't know what to do with my time but it's picked up again, and it's becoming the norm again. I forgot that I didn't get home from working till 9 last night, and that I spent today at church and shooting. I don't get my comp day till Wednesday, which is actually a good thing because I'm hoping to use that day for looking at apartments. Tomorrow I have nothing scheduled after work. Tuesday is ultimate. Wednesday is usually worship band practice, but since I'll be out of town all weekend it will be visiting some old friends with a friend night. Thursday is visiting the parents/packing for the weekend. Friday - Monday is the MuckFest. The week starts over, and then the Color Run on Saturday. Then the week starts over, except I'll be house/child sitting, and then headed to Houghton for graduation shooting. And then it starts over except I'll be putting in mad overtime and working a full week, then Friday to Sunday evening...haha. It goes on, but no one cares about all this right now. I don't really know why I'm blogging all this right now except I'm trying to figure out what I can do to get to sleep - sometimes just getting all my thoughts out helps, they were definitely rattling and spinning around like they were caught in a tornado when I was trying to sleep. I guess for the record I might as well mention that I found a couple more apartments that seem like a pretty good fit - really wish I could get working on those right now. Actually I guess I could start filling out the application form. Maybe I'll get bored enough doing that to fall asleep.

The other thing that's been on my  mind is that tattoo. 98% of the time I'm 100% pumped to get it, but then I think about what other people will think. Like, I watched that show Worst Tattoos Ever where people who have tattoos they regret go into the shop to get cover ups. And I saw those and saw the detail and the color that get put into the tattoos and I think, wow. I've heard that tattoo artists hate simple tattoos (which is pretty much what mine is). Mine seems so plain next to some of those. And I also think, most of the time when I talk to someone about getting it, they don't share my fire for it. Well, neither of those things are things I should care about! Here are the reasons I'm getting my tattoo: It's a symbol of my faith and what it means to me - my life as a Christian. It marks an extremely difficult year, and a time when I feel like I'm growing and knowing myself - humble and proud of where I've come from, and learning about love and priorities. I designed that tattoo myself because I know myself. I feel like that tattoo is me in so many ways - from always having good line quality as an artist, loving simple and elegant designs. Not wanting to attract attention with flashiness. Loving symbols and metaphors. It means a lot to ME, it's MINE, and there isn't anyone else that SHOULD be as excited or passionate about it and what it stands for than myself. I believe my hesitations come from anticipating others' reactions, and being scared of having something so bold marked so visibly on me - I will be asked to explain it in the future and I cannot be ashamed of it.

So those are my 2:30 am ramblings. I am working my way through 1 Corinthians and came across some real interesting stuff, but I'll save it for now. Remind me if I don't mention it again and you happen to be interested. I know you Russians are!