Back and forth

So today I went to the opticians again because my eye sight seemed to be getting worse still. My dad and mum both came with me this time. We parked in the Mall car park, because it means you get to walk through this beautiful art nouveau arcade built in 1899. I'll try get a video of it next time.

Anyway, as we were walking Mum got a phone call - it was from the social worker. They'd processed Mum's application for some money to get some time off and some nice things for herself, as she is my carer and had to give up work and everything, we had to fill out a form before, blah blah, anyway, she was pleasantly surprised with what she was entitled to (granted, we should have been entitled to it fourteen years ago, but still) so that was really good.

I booked a tattoo appointment for Saturday to get my Michonne piece started. The artist (Ruby Wolfe) only had an hour to spare, but we can hopefully make a good start and that's another bit of skin covered up and another piece of my armour clicked into place. I really love her as an artist, it's a shame she doesn't live local any more and I have to wait so long to grab appointments with her. She is amazing though. I'm very jealous of her skill.

I'd love to be a tattoo artist. I was seriously considering it before and it's something I'd still like to pursue. I don't know if I'm too old now though? But I don't know, my piercer said ages ago I can hang around the shop and help whenever I want, so maybe something can progress from there?

My raven tattoo is itching like crazy, I can't wait to get it finished off, but it has to heal first. I've gathered together lots of photos I'd like to add to the sleeve, I just hope I can find a rapport with the artist. Something about the shop seemed a little off and elitist, but maybe it was just me. But they do good work, and I've ordered an MP3 player so I can listen to music and just pretend to be somewhere else when they ignore me and talk about bad television to each other.

I'm a bit stuck money-wise, what with the tattoos and all. I have some things finishing on eBay tomorrow, but that'll be like, £20 and my eBay fees currently stand at nearly £40 so it's not gone well. Money seems to slip though my fingers like water.

Tomorrow I'm going to the auction with my dad, because I'm good at picking out things most people would think are worthless and then eking out a profit from them. I hope there's some good stuff there. I'm trying to get out more, I think it's good for me, and though going out with your parents isn't exactly the social life of my dreams, it's something.

I don't know if I mentioned, but we're trying to plan a trip to Amsterdam in June. I've wanted to go since reading The Fault In Our Stars, and we can fly from Norwich (though it's more expensive, I don't know if I'd make it to Stansted), and stay in an apartment which is far cheaper and nicer than a hotel. Apparently there's a really good zoo there and the Anne Frank house, and of course, a boat trip on the canal. It'd only be for three days, because I think that's all I could handle, but I've never been on a plane before, and I think it'd be really exciting and new. I have only left the country twice before, both times to France when I was a child. To go away as an adult is something I've never done and I want to see at least a small piece of the world, agoraphobia be damned.

Me and my Dad are still practising our songs. Hopefully some of them should be on Youtube soon (how many times have I said that?) but it's actually sounding pretty good now. Or at least my mum thinks so, ha. It's so fun to sing and learn songs and learn how to make stuff sound better and stuff, even if I don't quite understand how to match my singing key to the guitar's key yet. And I'm told I harmonise a lot, which is apparently bad when you're the only singer. I don't know.

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