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[16 May 2007|03:44pm] |
I dyed my hair black. Yay!
I challenged Nick to an emo-hair-off, but he beat me. His is longer then mine.
Did I mention I love Nick? He's awesome.
: D
Okay, so honestly, I really don't have that much to update about.
Wait, I know!
Kay, so somehow, I've gotten over Perfect. Yay! I mean, she's still awesome; don't get me wrong. If she asked me out, I'd be there in a second.
But I've kind of developed a crush on a girl a year above me, who shall not be named.
But she's awesome. And she's in love with MCR, which rocks.
BUT, Emily told her best friend - the tell-each-other-everything kind of best friend - that I like her.
She KNOWS I have major trust issues, thanks to my bitch-for-brains ex-"friends", and she did it anyway. I'm so unbelievably pissed off with her.
Anyway, along with my crush-from-afar on Cami, I also have a crush from not-so-afar, on someone who shall not be named.
Someone who I never thought, in a millio years, I would like.
D: It's scary!!
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| Grr |
[11 May 2007|04:19pm] |
"RYAN ROSS ISH SoOoOo HAwT lolz i wanna mary him'.
Yeah.
FUCK YOU.
FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU.
Ignore his mad song writing/guitar playing/singing skills, and fucking love him cause he's nice looking.
Do you people pay any attention to Panic! whatsoever?? They don't like people who go nuts over their looks.
Understandably, considering there are millions of these psychos out there.
Yeah. I go nuts over him, I admit. HOWEVER, I would love their music if they were the ugliest people on earth. These idiots haven't heard more than 'I write Sins Not Tradgedies' (WHICH GOT TOTALLY RAPED BY THE MEDIA, BTW) and they think they're in love.
AND WHAT IS WITH THE MOTHERFUCKING STICKY CAPS??
Oh, and for your undeserving information, Ryan Ross is NOT hot. He's beautiful.
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| EVERYBODY FUCKING CHEER FOR ME |
[25 Apr 2007|07:01pm] |
YES
I DID IT
I CUT MY HAIR
No I didn't. The hairdresser did. But whatever.
IT IS CUT. AND... yes. Shut up.
Pictures?
Soon. Not now; my camera is broken.
So I'm happy.
Even if it is slightly mullet-like.
It still owns my old hair.
And it has a fucking fringe, which is just insane because I
AND OMG
I WENT SHOPPING
AND YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I GOT!
Go on. GUEEEEESS!
LIFE ON THE FUCKING MURDER SCENE YESYESYES!
AND black skinnylegs that aren't too short (which is hard when you're me, because my legs make up like fucking 99% of my body or something).
And a studded belt, and a black shirt, and a black vest, and a black rubber MCR wristband.
So, everyone cheer for me.
People are still giving me shit at school, but I told them to get fucked. I'm going to be gone in what, two years, anyway? Okay, two and two thirds. Shut up ho.
Today is ANZAC day, which means no school, and also means I marched with the Combined Districts Concert Band through the city. TWICE AND I HAVE A BLISTER. And it hurts.
I was on the side, too, which means that people hear me more. Which is good, because it made me feel special, but bad, cause if when I stuff up, everyone can hear me.
Also, we were marching 'by the right', which means everyone adjusts their positioning according to the person to their right, and I was on the right side, so if I fell out of place, everyone else did too, and it was REALLY REALLY OBVIOUS.
Thankfully that didn't happen, but I was worried it would.
So yes, that's about it for now.
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| Presents! |
[09 Apr 2007|03:47pm] |
Happy birthday, Gerard
Here are some pictures of your present.
Yes, I did get a you a deranged fangirl.
She will be arriving shortly.
Please feed her regularly, sign an autograph, and then feel free to do whatever you wish to her.
Especially if it involves chains and leather.
Yours Sincerely,
Laura
Your Mother.
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| IT'S APRIL NINTH. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??? |
[09 Apr 2007|11:52am] |
Happy birthday Gerard
Happy birthday Gerard
If I had your adress
I'd send you a card!
And myself in a box.
And Mikey, naked but for a pretty ribbon. <3
So, yes. Gee baby is 30. Everyone love him!
Oh, yeah, btw, this means he's twice my age.
Well, he'll be twice my age on July 16.
But yes.
Anyway.
<3
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| Wow, this is scary. |
[02 Apr 2007|03:08pm] |
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Kay, so I haven't really looked at myself for several days. Other than regularly checking my stomach to make sure I'm not getting and blood-rashes, I hadn't actually seen myself in the mirror for like two days, minimum, until like 5 minutes ago.
And believe me, it was quite a scary sight. You may or may not know that typically, my makeup consists of black eyeliner smeared everywhere remotely near my eyes and dark green eyeshadow in about the same place, and sometimes, if necessary, I darken the circles under my eyes & accentuate my cheekbones. (It makes me look really ghoulish and freaky. I scared some small children, once - that made my day.)
And I glanced at the mirror and went 'Wow, I don't remember doing my makeup', and then it kind of hit me that, well, no, that's because I hadn't. (Shut up. My brain function right now is prety minimalistic. Everything is concentrating on keeping me from dying.)
So yeah, that's where it got scary, cause I was like 'Oh wow, this shit is real.'
And seriously; my skin is pale as all hell, my cheekbones are practically sharp enough to cut yourself on (Barely eating in days will do that to you. and the circles undr my eyes are so dark that it looks like I got in a fist fight. Or a small disagreement with one of those machines that shoots tennis balls at you; take your pick.
So, conclusion: looking like death itself is nowhere near as fun when you realise that it's because you're quite possibly dying, as opposed to simply overdoing the gothic-teenaged-angst thing a little bit.
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| I'm honestly not opposed to suicide right now. |
[01 Apr 2007|09:28pm] |
I have the flu. I feel like utter shit - my throat hurts, I can barely speak, my head feels like it's about to explode, I ache all over and I can't move without feeling sick. I've got this bizarre fever that will leave me freezing cold one minute and burning hot the next.
At least I won't have to go to school tomorrow. Which is very good, because feeling like shit physically can be cured via drugging myself up, but feeling like shit emotionally doesn't really have a quick fix.
And school does that to me; I've been getting crap from everyone. The other day, my entire health class, bar like two people, was making fun of me. I screamed at them to shut the hell up, and what happened? The teacher talked to ME after class. And I basically said, while trying not to cry, that I'd asked them to stop and they hadn't and this had been going on for about a week now and that was bullying, and I asked if the ones that had been screaming 'Go slit your wrists, emo bitch!' from the back of the room would be 'talked to' and he said MAYBE. AND NOTHING HAPPENED. And it's just little things, like people mutterng 'emo' as they walk past me, or imitating me (last time I ever go to a river cruise. I'll just say that went a bit nuts when they played My Chemical Romance.) but it fucking hurts, especially when even the teachers aren't on my side. It's like I don't even have a name anymore; I'm 'that emo lesbian'.
I've been fighting with my friends heaps, as well. Not anyones fault, just that I've been a bit on-edge and misinterpreted a few jokes.
Oh, and Owen, the guy Helen is in love with? He only wants to have sex with her. He seemed like such a nice guy. Apparently not. And honestly, he has no idea how much she's been hurting because of him. I swear to god, if he tries anything, I will KILL him. I honestly will go to his house with a chainsaw and fucking cut him up.
That's about all I've got at the moment, purely because I'm dying here.
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| Haha. |
[24 Mar 2007|11:46am] |
The copyright message on the CD [I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love] jokingly reads, "Unauthorized duplication is a violation of applicable laws and will result in Gerard coming to your house and sucking your blood."
Yeah. Cause I wouldn't enjoy that *at all*.
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| Good |
[23 Mar 2007|07:24pm] |
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Helen and I all okay. We've basically patched things up re: the religeon thing, and we've just basically agreed that as long as she doesn't pressure me/tell me that bad things happen cause I don't pray, I won't give her a hard time about it. Oh, and Owen kissed her! On the lips! Twice!
Who is Owen, you ask? The guy she's been practically in love with for the past monnth or two. <s>Oh and also her manager.</s>
ANYHOO
I'm feeling happy again. Possibly because Helen and I are good, and possibly because I finally let rip at the bitchy assholes who have been giving me a hard time for being 'emo'.
So, everything is back to normal.
Well, whatever semblance of 'normal' it is that aplies to my life, anyway.
Jaz is coming over on saturday, and Helen is coming with me to fremantle on Sunday, as Dad and Brad have a gig.
That's about it for now.
OH.
And I'm doing 'Welcome To The Black Parade' on guitar.
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| Crap |
[20 Mar 2007|07:52pm] |
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Headfirst For Halos - My Chemical Romance |
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I've been feeling like shit lately.
I think (I hope) it's just the result of me getting enough sleep latelly, but I can't help but worry that everything I wet through last year is happening again. Honestly. I've been feeling like I'm on the verge of tears for the past hour or two, at least.
Helen and I had a fight... well, it feels like we had a fight. I don't know. She seems like a different person, like she changed overnight. She's praying and everything, and she tried to tell me that the reason shitty things have happened to me because I didn't pray to/believe in god.
I mentioned the fact that the one time I ever though maybe there was a god, I realised that I liked girls, and she just shrugged it off.
I mean Helen's always been the one I cry to; she always understood, and now she's preaching al this crap, and it's making me want to shoot myself.
Honestly, I only have her, Jaz, and Beth that I go to when I'm upset. And, worse - Dan broke up with Jazmine. For clarification, Dan is the guy she's been 'seeing' online for the past year, from Canada.
Which leaves me Beth to turn to to cry. And literally, that's what I feel like doing. I haven't cried, really cried, since last year.
There's another possibility, I've just realised - school. School could easily be fucking with my mind. It's starting to show it's true colours again.
You know what it's like; at the beginning of a new year, people start with relatively clean slates. People turn over new leaves. What the fuck ever it is. And for a while people are happy.
And then the calls of 'Emo bitch!' start to get to you, and you realise that you really realy really want to fucking kill those preppy bitches, and you can hear people whispering about you again - sometimes not even whispering, just sneering and muttering 'lesbian' to their friends as you walk past, and the work piles up and it feels like you've forgotten what freedom is.
Or perhaps that's just me...
So I've basically decided that they can all get fucked, and if no-one else will be my friend, then my guitar can be the love of my life.
Yep, throwing myself into my music, once again. At least music doesn't fucking judge you because you like black or you're not religeous or you happen to prefer women to men.
On that note, I'm off to do some guitar practice.
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| Hooray for updates |
[13 Mar 2007|09:06pm] |
Nick wrote an awesome song at lunchtime today. Everyone should listen to it, and add "Oniochalasia" on myspace. Amphetamines.
And...
(PHOTOS!)
Well, photo. But whatever.
It looks a bit strange, as I don't have a scanner at dad's, and had to take a picture of it instead, but oh well.
So, give critique/coments, as usual.
Going to the city tomorrow with Jaz and Kev. Not much else, really; too hot right now to think. Got to be forty fucking degrees, here.
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| Yay! |
[12 Mar 2007|09:37pm] |
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I drew a picture of Gee!
You know how I drew that other one, and it came out kind of funny, but I was proud of it anyway because, well, it was only really my third try and hey, it wasn't too bad. Definitely the best I'd ever done.
WELL THIS ONE BEATS THE CRAP OUT OF IT.
Honestly, I'm so happy. I mean, obviously it's nowhere near perfect, but I like it. The mistakes mean I'm human, and I'm honestly about a million times prouder of this than I've ever been of anything else.
I don't have a scanner at my dad's, so I might not be able to get it up for a few days, but I just figured a) I needed to get back into updating, and b) I wanted to tell someone/thing. So viola, an update.
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| Wow. Uh... awkward? |
[07 Mar 2007|04:49pm] |
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Kay, wow. So I haven't updated this thing in a long while.
I was suddenly hit the other day with the thought that maybe I'd outgrown a journal, and I actually had to hit myself, partially because of how condescending it sounded, and patially because even if I don't update much these days, it's not something I'm really ready to formally give up.
And honestly, I think it's that I've just been busy. That, and I've buried myself once again in the wonderful world of fanfiction. RPS this time. (Waycest FTW. Sorry, Mikey. It must be said.)
I'm so failing ancient history right now. I can't help it. I just abhor it. It's not history in itself, it's the way the teacher makes us learn about it. It just pisses me off. I don't think I mesh well with SOSE at all. Can't wait til it's over. (Another term and a half to go... Jesus Christ.)
I just looked at my recent posts, and man do I feel like a little bitch for not updating.
Oh, Jaz got kicked out of Faux, cause her mum made her miss two practices. So I have a rhythm guitarist, but HELEN GAVE UP BASS. D< It makes me cry. Not really, but you get the picture.
YAHSOANYWAY.
I have Myspace. Like, I actually use it. Not sure if I've said anything about that already or whosawhatsits ever, but yeah, click here and add me please.
Also, I'm torn between getting my hair cut like Gerard Way and Ryan Ross.
Yeah, really original, stealing a cut from one of them, but I figure, whilst I'm busy trying to 'find my own style' or whatever it is that dad calls my dress sense atm.
I should go, cause I have guitar practise to do. Just letting y'all know I'm not dead.
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| Pretty Girls Kiss Boys |
[11 Feb 2007|02:14am] |
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Jaz is sleeping over tonight. /Right now. Well, staying over; obviously, not much sleeping is being done.
It seems they've found a vocalist, and it turns out Jack isn't dropping out after all, which means Helen and I are back to square one - starting our own band.
If anyone lives in the Perth region and is interested in joining/starting a My Chem inspired band with Hezbag and I, then FUCKING CALL ME. Or comment, and I'll call you. We preferably need another guitarist and a drummer.
Speaking of which, I wrote another song, effectively crushing my writers' block.
Haha. Eleanor came over today, and saw me in my red and black eyeliner, and got creeped out. Especially when I threatened to bite her.
And Jaz and I are going to see 'Behind Crimson Eyes' tomorrow at 78's. : D
So that's about it.
Byebye.
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| I AM OFFICIALLY NOT A HOMOSEXUAL. |
[05 Feb 2007|10:00pm] |
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Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance |
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I am a females-and/or-Gerard-And-Frank-sexual.
FUCKING HELL TONIGHT WAS FUCKING AMAZING AND FUCKING AWESOME AND FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!
Mikey is adorable. Ray is FANTASTIC at guitar. GERARD IS GAY! VERY VERY GAY! He was strutting around the stage like a fucking peacock, and stroking his hands around his crotch (AND BY THE WAY, tight does not BEGIN to describe what his fucking PANTS were!) and dancing like he was in a musical, and MAN WAS HE FUCKING ADORABLE!
I swear, the ENTIRE crowd let out this stilted kind of gasp the first time he did his little 'Hello I'm touching my crotch and you know you want to fuck me stupid' thing. Fucking tease.
AND FRANK WASN'T THERE!!
I feel really bad for having such a great time when he wasn't there, but honestly, Gee was just amazing. Amazing voice, amazing talent, AMAZING MAN. AND HE HAS BLACK HAIR AGAIN AND IT LOOKS AS IF HE'S GROWING IT, SO I AM HAPPY AS ALL FUCK!
Mikey was so cute! He's got his black hair and eyeliner and he doesn't have glasses any more, and from the publicity shots, it almost looks as if he's changed, but you see him on stage, and it's the same old Mikey, and he's the same old ADORABLE HIS DAWN OF THE DEAD SHIRT.
It was amazing - you hear this strumming, along with the beeping of the heart monitor, but a black cloth screen with 'The Black Parade' written in white was obscuring the band. At the first chorus, it came down, and OH MY GOD IT WAS GERARD AND HE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL. Honestly, he really is suck a pretty man. Woman. I bet he is a woman. It would explain a lot.
They played The End, Dead!, This is How I Dissappear, I'm Not Okay (I promise), Welcome To The Black Parade, I don't Love You, Mama, Give 'Em Hell Kid, Teenagers, House of Wolves, Thankyou For The Venom, Sleep and Helena, and did Cancer and Famous last Words for the encore.
Gee dd Caner by himself, as it's only vocal sand piano, and let me say, despite his perchant for singing out of tune in most of their earlier shows, the man really does have a beautiful voice.
WE DIDN'T GET THEIR AUTOGRAPHS! But we stayed behind for about half an hour/an hour, and saw as they left. Jaz screamed 'MIKEY!' as the car was driving past, and he turned around with this exression like 'What? Who loves me?', and Ray gave us a thumbs-up (We returned it, along with the rock symbol) and Gerard had these adorable gigantic sunglasses on, like 'If I can't see them, they can't see me'.
We also met these absolutely awesome people; two with 'Free Hugs' shirt (from the Sick Puppies' video for 'All The Same'), one of which had 'Hot emo guys only' on the back. He turned out to be gay, so we had a very entertaining discussion about the bands members' sexualities.
AND HE HAD A RAINBOW TONGUE STUD.
And there was a girl with a Gerard plushie - she threw it at him, and it hit him in the chest, but somehow, she got it back by the end of the concert. Jaz and I were stroking it, like 'THE GERARDNESS IS RUBBING OF ON ME!!!'.
Oh, yeah. We've worked out how Gerard's voice got so much higher. Not just singing; his talking voice is higher, too.
Gerard: DAMNIT WHY CAN'T I GET THAT NOTE!?
Mikey: Your voice is too low. (-Ping!-) Hey! Idea!
Gerard: i don't like the sound of this...
Mikey: Well, surjery fixed my eyes... so maybe it can make you sing higher, too!
Gerard: Mikey, what are you doing with those hedge-trimmers??
Mikey: Helping you out!
Gerard: Mikey get those things away from my--
Mikey: -snip-
Gerard: (Two and a half octaves higher) Balls or I'll-- hey, wow, it worked!
AND, I got a shirt. It had black roases on the front, and 'My Chemical Romance' in blood red on the back, along with two more roses.
It looks hot as hell.
There you have it.
I am officially ih love with MCR. I can't wait til I next get to see them... AND HOPEFULLY, FRANKIE WILL BE THERE!!
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| GERAAAAAARD |
[03 Feb 2007|11:44pm] |
I drew Gerard. It turned out kind of crappy looking; he looks far too manly. It was the nose; it looks like Mikey's nose. But I'm rather proud of the right eye, even if the left one does look manic and he only has one fake eyelash on...
That was the fault of the people as Blender or Bender (Insert gigglefit here.) or whatever the fuck it was, anyway. What kind of people only give you one fake eyelash??
Oh well.
ANYWAY
It's only the third realistic drawing I've ever done; the first being of Jennifer Morrison, and she looked like a fifty year old, and one of me, but it didn't really count, on account of how I only drew the eyes and the nose and the hair on the left side of my face.
That was mainly because it was turning out to be the best thing I'd ever drawn, and I was terrified of fucking it up. I was like that with this one; I had to keep reminding myself that the only way to get better is to practice. Or to be hypnotised and convince yoursle fthat you're monet or some crap like that, but I don't know any hypnotists, and I'm broke, anyway.
BUT GETTING BACK TO THE DRAWING.
Please be nice and don't hurt my feelings because I'll cry.
Actually, fuck that. Be honest. Just sugar coat it a little, for my sake.
Here we go.
It's kind of a funny angle; you can't really see how much I fucked up the nose, but Asha is asleep now and I don't want to wake her, so i can't take more photos.
And speaking of being broke, mum says that she'll pay me $18 to clean the house ('House' means hallway, bathroom, and living area, not bedrooms) once every two weeks, the same amount she'd pay a cleaner.
I asked again about the lip piercing, and got told off for bugging her. I thought it was useless, BUT I'm allowed a tattoo. Like, right now, if I had the money, and I wanted one. Which I do, but I think it requires a little more careful deliberation, regarding the design and all, what with tattoos being permanent and me being fourteen and whatnot.
Thinking of this or this, or a small black star on the inside of my left wrist, or a line of stave and a treble clef (not sure if I want notes or not, yet) either around my left wrist or either upper arm, or a bat on my neck.
So you see what I mean, when I say I'm not quite sure, yet.
And I still really want my lip pierced.
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| Yeah so updates kay? |
[03 Feb 2007|04:41pm] |
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K so much as I hate to admit it, being back at school isn't all that terrible.
I have at least one friend in most classes, bar, like, math, but that's god anyway, cause in the two lessons I've had, I've done more work than ever before.
Speaking of math, I have homework. Don't let me forget that, even though it sucks major dick.
I've been playing guitar like a madwoman. I can play a reasonable amount of Dead! now, and am getting close to being able to play the solo well, if nor perfectly, which I'm pretty damn proud of, cause it's not like I've been playing anywhere near as long as Toro or anything.
I think I might be sugar high, because I'm typing what comes to my head in the way it comes to my head, and my thoughts aren't generally this jumbled up... well, not when I try to think them coherently, anyway.
I reallyreallyreally want my fucking lip pierced. Mum says when I'm sixteen, she'll let me. That's a yeart and half away, and I DON'T WANT TO WAIT THAT LONG.
I wonder what they'd think if I asked about the tattoos?
Also, I'm probably letting Beth cut my hair. It's good practice for her, especially since I don't care if it get's screwed up, cause the style I want is messy anyway. What style, you ask??
(Click me or I'll self-destruct.)
Ah, isn't it a vision of lovliness? The hair, I mean, although Gerard is equally, if not more, wonderful.
I HOPE TO FUCKING GOD THAT I GET TO MEET HIM AT THE CONCERT CAUSE IT'S FUCKING TWO DAYS AWAY AND I THINK I'LL EXPLODE IF I DON'T GET TO SEE HIM IN PERSON SOON.
Speaking of which, I'm really upset that Frankie has taken out all his piercings. First the makeup dissapeared, not his piercings... I think I'll shoot the man if he starts getting his tattoos removed.
I got new clothes, too; mum bought them. A pair of those distressed denim jeans things, in black, and a white top with some rockstar-look-alike lady and a kind of grungy-green 'Las Vegas' looking background. I may not buy things new, but I'll be damned if I'll turn down free stuff.
We're going to be doing painting for the first part or art, which I'm thrilled about, because I've always wanted to learn to paint. I probably won't learn, per se, but I'm hoping that it inspires me enough to pursue it outside of school time.
I have got an idea (kindofbutonlyslightlyinspiredby'DemolitionLoversII') for something I'd like to do, in or out of school - two women, kissing, one with blood smeared all over her hands.
I'll have to look into finding some willing models...
Well that's about it for now.
Oh wait.
I tried to temp-dye my hair black, but it came out a sort of really dark indigo-navy-purple-black.
I've been getting heaps of compliments, though, especially from people who I, quite honestly, imagined would have been even more freaked out than they already were about me and my dress sense.
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| You'd be non-conforming too if you looked just like me... |
[26 Jan 2007|03:22pm] |
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Lol guys, I just found a bunch of my poetry and shit from like... three-four months ago.
I know I was having problems (I still am, but I figure that I don't need to deal with them yet and i should enjoy the time off while I can), but it seriously screamed EMOEMOEMO.
It was like... had anyone see that emo_vogler journal? It was worse than that. (Only, however, because it was real.)
Actually, there are some good lines; some stuff that actually meant something. But mostly it was just plain-out crap.
Oh, and I went to the awfuldontist yesterday, and I ONLY HAVE TO WEAR MY RETAINERS AT NIGHT, HALLE-FUCKING-LUJAH.
The purple has worn off now, but I'm totally doing the black-shoulder-length-layered-half-to-death thing. I heart the shit out of it.
I also heart the shit out of my guitar. Deciding it was high time she ot a name, she has ben dubbed 'Andy'. My computer is called Violet.
I ended up getting the gloves and the shoes; gloves -$5, shoes - $35. That's pretty good; they're barely worn, and new tey would have been around $120.
Jaz ans Joss and I met up in the city on Wed. We also bumped into Lucy, Jack, and one of Lucy's friends, who I think is called Andrea. We must have looked bizarre; a group of six teenagers, all dressed in black, talkin very loudly and excitedly abut My Chemical Romance. Jack has the same shoes as Bob and smokes the same cigarettes as Gerard; I'm the same height as Frank, so we got along discussiong that; I drank half of Lucy's drink, and we all got yelled at by some stoner with no shirt on.
Jaz, who doesn't like people pushing her around, yelled at him. He seemed a bit taken aback, for a second or five.
I'm despearatle tryingn to find I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love, or Life On The Murder Scene.
Unfortunately, My Chem were underground to the extreme for IBYMBYBMYL - barely any stores have it, and the ones that do only have it as a 'special import', and LOTMS just doesn't seem to WANT to be found.
Also, I've been thinking of getting a piercing. I'm not sure if I want my nose done or my lip... I'd prefer my lip, but that would probably inhibit my flute-playing... I probably won't be allowed my nose for a while, though.
OMG
I've just been informed that Welcome To The Black Parade came in THIRTEENTH in the Triple J hottest 100!
AND I FUCKING MISSED IT, BUT APARENTLY JJJ HAD THEM ON, AND THEY SAID THAT IT WAS PRETTY APPROPRIATE THAT THEY GOT 13! MAN I FUCKING LOVE THOSE GUYS!
Also, I've been contemplating tattoos that I might like. I would want one on the back of my neck, around my left wrist, or on my hip, either on my right hip bone, or more towards my back, on the side of my hip.
As for the actual designs, I'm considering a heart that I designed, 'Tell Me I'm Not Breathing' or 'Words Are Bullets' and a pistol (I stole that from someone, but I can't remember who...)
Oh, and just a big "I love you, now get the fuck over Jemery fucking Irons!" to my best friend in the whole, wide, horrifically distorted world, Helen:
I <3 FRANK IERO, GERARD WAY, MY CHEM AND ANDY.
Take that, Hezbag.
Also, I love Aladdin.
Everyone, when I'm famous, send me Aladdin DVDs and merchandise. It will make me happy.
Mum's friend, Ricki (the one with MS) is staying with us. She was recently in Bali, and shr brought back House and Numb3rs (seasons one and two of both).
So YAY, CHARLIE AND DON LOVE.
And sorry to the My Chem boys, but I have officially been converted to FrankiexGerard love. They're adorable together.
I'm going to make a new icon, too, cause this one is OLDER THAN MY FUCKING MOTHER.
That's all for now.
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I had an absolutely horrific night. I couldn't get to sleep until around 3 am, then I woke up again at about 4 am, and it was dawn before I got back to sleep. In fact, I ONLY got back to sleep because I took an extra-strong painkiller, partially because my body ached all over from tossing and turning so much, and partially because I know they knock you out likewhoa.
Even more disturbing, when I did sleep, I dreamt that I was in love with a murderer. Worse, it was a guy murderer. And he had hair like Gerard's...
Not much else weird; we met through parents, we talked, I was like 'Man you rock', and then it was like love at first sight, but liking a guy was still disturbing as fuck, probably because I believe strongly in the subconscious telling you things through dreams.
Although, considering how bizarre they normally are...
On the upside, I have a new favourite quote:
Gerard: (As they start to perform 'You Know What They Do TO Guys Like Us In Prison') "This song, got us arrested in France... Because... It's about getting fucked in the ass!"
I love you, G.
Oh, and, at one of the second-hand/retro boutiques on Beaufort St, they have gloves exactly like the ones Brendon (the singer/narrator/ringleader) wears in the clip for 'I Write Sins Not Tradgedies', which is awesome, a) because I've been looking for some, and b) because they'll be perfect for my video clip for (Don't make me say it!) 'There's a good reason these table's are numbered, honey. Etc.'
And there's an awesome pair of black leather cons that I want, too.
That's about it. I'd probably bette rhave some breakfast...
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