Steven Sanchez, Jr.

I want another tattoo.

I also want this next one to be full of color.

I’ve been pondering the idea for some time and think I have some direction for it.

I would like a shoulder-piece. My right shoulder to be exact.

It is going to be a variation of an old design I had several years ago.

I want it to include these flags of my family’s heritage:

Also, possibly my last name.

My original design was to be a full back piece.

Come to think of it, I’ve had two back pieces now that I ended up not getting.

They were just too big.

This one will be condensed. Tastefully done. Beautiful.

Also, more important: Meaningful.

Here’s to saving up funds again.

Here’s to re-designing it.

Here’s to tattoos.

Yee!

Today, several opportunities became available for me. One of them has always been an option, but it wasn’t today that I started to take it to heart. I’m not really sure what struck the thought today – but now, I’m gun-ho about getting my masters degree. I’m so tired of homework and studying, yet I feel I should keep going and do it while I can. And I’m going to get it from FPU. That’s all I know.

And then, I became aware of another job opportunity. This would make two that are in the works. I’m not going to say what they are yet. Mostly I don’t want to jinx them. Graduation is coming up quickly. I’m hoping something works out.

A verse I’ve been constantly reminding myself of is Jeremiah 29:11. It reads,

“‘For I know the plans I have for you’ declares the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future’“

I know he has a plan for me, but I’ve got to my part to. So I’m going to take the initial steps in a few different directions – hopefully one being in the right way – and trust that one of those directions will be the right way, and he’ll close doors in the other directions.

More like SuperEat Weekend.

This past weekend I ate so freaking much. But it was all delicious. And I have no regrets.

Saturday, a friend of mine cooked dinner for us: Steak with a cognac sauce, and these bomb potatoes, annnd I made blue jell-0.

I really, really like blue foods and drinks and the color. Always have. Prolly always will.

Sunday, pretty much I never stopped eating. I went to Mr. Papaya’s Thai Kitchen at the NE corner of Kings Canyon and Winery — hoooooly cow. Really good Thai food for really cheap. After that I went to a Superbowl Party at FPU (right after lunch, mind you) and I ate a stinking frito boat … and then candy.. and then they ordered pizza. and I ate pizza!

Then we came back to my apartment. I’ve been craving frozen yogurt for days now (I’m like a pregnant woman, I guess). So we were going to go up to Shaw to get some from Tutti Fruti. But then I decided that Doghouse Grill sounded better. Me, Eli, Jeremy, and Sister Melody went to Doghouse. We all ordered a tri tip sandwich. And washed them down with a nice cold beer. De-freakin-lish. To top that off, my roommates and I came home, and we were in bed by 11pm.

Glorious.

That’s what it was, glorious.

Anywho, I’m sitting here finishing my glass of wine, and then I’m gonna head to bed. Yeah, I’ve been on a wine kick lately. However, I know nothing about wines. All I know is if I like the taste or not. But yeah. I thank God for all he has provided and continue trusting in that he has a plan for all of us.

Over & Out.