"I thought I was supposed to go into shock. I'm not in shock. It fucking hurts".

 The quote above pretty much sums up my weekend thus far. The quote itself is from The Departed...

                                                               Enough said

                                                  I'm sorry, what were we talking about?

    Anyway, I watched it because it is the subject of my psychology paper. I have to examine the problem of identity blah blah blah. I also welcome an excuse to watch this movie, it is my favorite movie of all time. Beyond staring at Leonardo DiCaprio for 2 hours the story itself is intense and complex. I have watched it maybe six times and I still pickup new nuances. It is just incredible and I encourage, nay, demand that everyone see it at least once in his or her otherwise pathetic life.
    Facet 2 as to why this quote works- I got the first treatment of  Tattoo Removal  today. Now, I really don't like to think that I am wuss when it comes to needles, I really don't. However, this was not a needle, it was a fucking laser. And it hurt like hell.
    I went in willing and ready. I wanted this thing off my wrist. The same tattooed receptionist was there and he remembered me. I shamelessly flirted while filling out medical forms. Hot, I know, nothing says "do me" quite like "please list all medications you are currently taking." They laser technician was really nice too. As we were walking to the room he was casually telling me about the procedure and also offhandedly showed me where the restrooms were. At the time I thought he was just being courteous. Then came the laser itself. ZAP. Ouch, okay this is really uncomfortable. ZAP. Oh my god is my skin bubbling? ZAP. Everything went white. Not black, white. Somehow I kept myself  up right and from passing out completely. The whole thing took 30 seconds tops but in that short time I was weak, sweating and shaking. I then, thankful for the previous tour, ran to the bathroom and puked.
    Now, I am all bandaged up and my arm is really sore. You know how you burn your tongue on really ho coffee and you just want it to stop, I honestly believe it would have been less painful to cut off my arm. Oh well. It is done. And by the grace of God, I can't do it again for another 2 months. Oh yes, this has to be done about three more times. Bring on the pain.