Tattoo torture, even just looking at the process

Somehow watching a tattoo being done live and watching the glamourized version on Miami Ink doesn't quite feel the same.

I remember coming home 4 years ago with one of those henna tattoos' on my back, and my dad saw it and blew his top. He reasonably calmed down when i told him it was temporary and would go away in a few days, though i really should have stopped there. Instead i gleefully announced that i do fancy getting a real tattoo some day, and my dad gleefully told me that if i do i can find myself a new house to stay in.

So i've been patiently waiting till i do move out one day (ironically my dad has also said he will only agree to me moving out if when i marry) to get my tattoo.

Seems tattoos' are supposed to be a symbol, of yourself, your past or what you see for yourself in the future. When i first dabbled with the idea of getting one i wanted two rosses entwined but figured its too girly and only every other monkey on earth has rose tattoos. So now my heart is settled on getting a lion, or a leo symbol, because, no prizes for guessing, that be my zodiac.

Unfortunetly, everybody seems to think its too macho for a girl, and I don't have that image to carry off a lion tattoo. Angie's attempted drawing me few cute, cartoony lions, but they all reminded me of cats under electric shock. Which is a good point to ponder, what if the tattoo artist screws up my lion and I look like i have a shocked cat on my back for the rest of my life.

Logan and I were supposed to get tattoos together before he left as our special activity, but i never gathered enough balls to bring it up with my dad again. Maybe when he comes back for a holiday, I'll try. Till then I need to decide if I will revert back to wussy girly roses or macho lion.

Hele's tatoo with all the blood oozing out.