Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Shame
I wasn't aware it was even possible to be ashamed, embarrassed, and horrified to the point of blind fury.
Apparently it is.
Awesome.
Apparently it is.
Awesome.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Chop
I cut my hair. It was getting long and silly and odd... seeing as it was an undercut... so I've decided to have it grow out all at once... while looking like Emma Watson.
Wonderland
Whenever I'm sick, I watch Alice In Wonderland repeatedly.
And I just really love it in general.
Someday, I hope to get this as a tattoo:
I love the look on her face and the way she is sitting.
I feel like that every single day.
And I just really love it in general.
Someday, I hope to get this as a tattoo:
I love the look on her face and the way she is sitting.
I feel like that every single day.
Packing
It's a bitch and takes forever.
But I have Blink 182 and a giant pack of gatorades to help with that.
But I have Blink 182 and a giant pack of gatorades to help with that.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
J Smooth Is Magical
And you should love him like I do.
And also his cat.
Who is not in this video.
But go find another that it is in.
My Way
Last time I was at my Mum's, "My Way" by Frank Sinatra was on the radio or something, and I was upstairs singing the Sid Vicious version along to it...
And my mum yelled up the stairs, "What are you shouting about?????"
Which is hilarious.
And my mum yelled up the stairs, "What are you shouting about?????"
Which is hilarious.
Friday, December 17, 2010
Dreaming In Spanish
When I'm sick, I have really weird dreams. One that's re-occurring and a bunch of others that are just mental. But being sick, I'm usually only half asleep or drifting between dream world and the real world. So my dreams are kind of like hallucinations as well.
Earlier, I had a dream where I was in the (Doctor) Whoniverse and if I didn't go to the grocery store to get food and medicine at a certain time, the world would end or something. Which is kind of terrifying. But I really didn't feel up to going to the store right then, but I kept worrying about it for a while longer until I fell back asleep at about 8pm.
The second dream I had was in Spanish. Which is ridiculous as I don't speak Spanish! All I can say are basic things like, "hi" "how are you" and "please". So... I don't think I even understood what was going on. It was really weird.
But! To my utter joy and delight, once I woke up from Spanish World, I was feeling a lot better. I even feel up to going to the store now. I didn't expect to feel this fine for at least two more days... and I was expecting those two days to be miserable. Yay body!
Earlier, I had a dream where I was in the (Doctor) Whoniverse and if I didn't go to the grocery store to get food and medicine at a certain time, the world would end or something. Which is kind of terrifying. But I really didn't feel up to going to the store right then, but I kept worrying about it for a while longer until I fell back asleep at about 8pm.
The second dream I had was in Spanish. Which is ridiculous as I don't speak Spanish! All I can say are basic things like, "hi" "how are you" and "please". So... I don't think I even understood what was going on. It was really weird.
But! To my utter joy and delight, once I woke up from Spanish World, I was feeling a lot better. I even feel up to going to the store now. I didn't expect to feel this fine for at least two more days... and I was expecting those two days to be miserable. Yay body!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Nothing Is Good & Everything Hurts
When I'm well, I always forget how miserable I am when I fall ill. It doesn't happen overly often, which is nice, but when it does... so much unpleasantness.
Firstly, nothing is good.
Food isn't good. Movies aren't good. It's impossible to be ACTUALLY happy or horny. Nothing is sexual when you're sick. Even hot scenes from films are just meh. Nothing is funny either. Maybe some things can elicit a light chuckle... but it's hard to even do that because, and that brings me to my second point...
Everything hurts.
Laughing hurts, swallowing hurts, moving hurts. Everything is too cold, too hot, too loud, too bright. The sensation of typing out just these few words right now is even itself painful and exhausting. It feels like there is a fat man in my head munching at my brain.
It hurts to smile at amusing things in the Doctor Who episode I am watching. The idea of getting dressed and walking to go get medicine and a movie sounds as difficult and unpleasant as some sort of triathalon involving swimming the Channel, running across the Sahara, and doing the Tour De France. And at the end of it, no one is proud or pats you on the back, because good for you, you walked a few blocks to the store. But then again, with how I currently feel, I wouldn't want a pat on the back anyway.
I recall once being nastily ill in California over Christmastime. I was half asleep watching some movie in my grandparents' bed, and my mom had said that she was going out "soon" and would pick me up some nyquil or somesuch. She walked in over an hour after telling me this, and I was elated. Finally, maybe I'd get to feel better... but no. Lucky me. She was walking in to let me know that she was leaving then and would be gone for hours. I think I cried. I feel like crying now, really.
Being sick is so, so miserable. I never feel this bad! It's not even like the urge to cry because something is sad. It's the urge to cry because everything is at the most awful that you could ever possibly imagine. It hurts and you feel helpless as you just need to wait to feel better and there's nothing really you can do. And of course crying makes it worse.
Crying makes everything worse.
It makes people stare and ask if you're alright. "Well no. I was just crying because I'm so pleased that everything is so fucking dandy right now." They never ask if you're alright if you're doing that tears of joy crying thing. They just KNOW you're happy. SO why the fuck bother me and ask if I'm alright when I'm clearly not. It's not to make me feel better, that's for sure. It's to make them feel as though they've done something about it. It does nothing except remind me how horrid everything is and why I'm crying in public in the first place.
I'm so excited to be home from the store. It hasn't happened yet... but when it does, it will involve crisps, and juice, and cold medicine, and ice cream, and a dvd of Alice in Wonderland. And the end of plotting to go out. Having no agenda but to lie in bed watching English things and eating crisps and ice cream and drinking juice. And possibly Gatorade.
That's the only down-side of living alone. When you're ill, you've got to do everything for yourself. Good thing that'll only be for a week longer.
Why do I always seem to get ill around Christmas? I'm such a downer.
It doesn't even feel like 9 days until Christmas. Maybe it will when I get to Michigan. I don't decorate and everything is in chaos from being half-packed and sorted.
Firstly, nothing is good.
Food isn't good. Movies aren't good. It's impossible to be ACTUALLY happy or horny. Nothing is sexual when you're sick. Even hot scenes from films are just meh. Nothing is funny either. Maybe some things can elicit a light chuckle... but it's hard to even do that because, and that brings me to my second point...
Everything hurts.
Laughing hurts, swallowing hurts, moving hurts. Everything is too cold, too hot, too loud, too bright. The sensation of typing out just these few words right now is even itself painful and exhausting. It feels like there is a fat man in my head munching at my brain.
It hurts to smile at amusing things in the Doctor Who episode I am watching. The idea of getting dressed and walking to go get medicine and a movie sounds as difficult and unpleasant as some sort of triathalon involving swimming the Channel, running across the Sahara, and doing the Tour De France. And at the end of it, no one is proud or pats you on the back, because good for you, you walked a few blocks to the store. But then again, with how I currently feel, I wouldn't want a pat on the back anyway.
I recall once being nastily ill in California over Christmastime. I was half asleep watching some movie in my grandparents' bed, and my mom had said that she was going out "soon" and would pick me up some nyquil or somesuch. She walked in over an hour after telling me this, and I was elated. Finally, maybe I'd get to feel better... but no. Lucky me. She was walking in to let me know that she was leaving then and would be gone for hours. I think I cried. I feel like crying now, really.
Being sick is so, so miserable. I never feel this bad! It's not even like the urge to cry because something is sad. It's the urge to cry because everything is at the most awful that you could ever possibly imagine. It hurts and you feel helpless as you just need to wait to feel better and there's nothing really you can do. And of course crying makes it worse.
Crying makes everything worse.
It makes people stare and ask if you're alright. "Well no. I was just crying because I'm so pleased that everything is so fucking dandy right now." They never ask if you're alright if you're doing that tears of joy crying thing. They just KNOW you're happy. SO why the fuck bother me and ask if I'm alright when I'm clearly not. It's not to make me feel better, that's for sure. It's to make them feel as though they've done something about it. It does nothing except remind me how horrid everything is and why I'm crying in public in the first place.
I'm so excited to be home from the store. It hasn't happened yet... but when it does, it will involve crisps, and juice, and cold medicine, and ice cream, and a dvd of Alice in Wonderland. And the end of plotting to go out. Having no agenda but to lie in bed watching English things and eating crisps and ice cream and drinking juice. And possibly Gatorade.
That's the only down-side of living alone. When you're ill, you've got to do everything for yourself. Good thing that'll only be for a week longer.
Why do I always seem to get ill around Christmas? I'm such a downer.
It doesn't even feel like 9 days until Christmas. Maybe it will when I get to Michigan. I don't decorate and everything is in chaos from being half-packed and sorted.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Rammstein!
First of all, please excuse any weird typing errors, as I am using the hostel`s French keyboard. Maybe I`ll go back and change them later, or I will just decide they are hilarious and leave them in. ALSO. I can`t exactly remember the setlist and what order it went in, so I`m just trusting what I found online... except it says they played Mein Teil... which they didn`t, and leaves out that they played Ich Tu Dir Weh... which they did.
Anyway.
Last night at about 6:30, I headed out for the Centre Bell. Tip: don`t ask with a French accent. You will get directions in French. In fact, it`s best just to ask for "The Bell Centre".
I got to the Centre Bell at 5 to 7 and lucky lucky me, for once, I just happened upon the line for people with GA floor tickets. Like me.
Waiting in line was cold. The beginning of winter in Montreal is like the dead of winter in Toronto. Maybe worse. Anyway, I stood out in line talking to random people about how fucking cold it was, for a bit less than an hour. Which is silly as doors were supposed to be at 7. Oh well.
I walked in, during the middle of Combichrist`s set. And may I just say, Joe Letz was looking very fine. I deffs want to see them again at some point. They`re mental in the best way, really. I`ve pretty much never, ever seen anyone drum the way Joe does. I think I once heard that he does it like that, just for fun. So fun to watch.
About half an hour after they finished, Rammstein went on. But between the two, I weasled my way up to the 2nd row behind some two drunk girls... who were kindly smoking in my face. Thanks so much for sharing your cancer and all. Wanted it bad. ._. Anyway... soz. The group surrounding me went like this, some (literally mentally unstable psycho) girl in a plaid coat, a girl with blonde and blue hair, a drunk girl with frizzy hair that was in my mouth (D:), a drunk girl with bleach fried hair, and some girl with long black hair, who the girl with fried hair kept jossling with. Didn`t want any part of that thanks so much.
Rammstein went on just after 9... and were amazing, by the way. They started with Rammlied, but first, they had these black plastic things that were in front of them, and Paul and Richard broke through them by banging at them with guitars and all, then on the one in front of Till, there was some pyro that worked itself around in an oval while Richard and Paul just stood looking menacing, then the door kinda exploded, and out came Till in the most insane outfit. It had feathers and a red apron and there was a light in his mouth that shone out every time he sang. He just stood there with his arms up while the into played out looking like God. Schneider`s drumset lights up red at times! I hadn`t seen that in any pictures from shows yet, but it looked really great live!
They played Buckstabu next, then Waidmann`s Heil. Which was good. Till had this like... so if you`ve ever seen Beauty and the Beast, Gaston`s got this crazy hunting shotgun thing, Till had one like that. Only it shot fire instead. They played Keine Lust, then Weisses Fleisch, which I am a superfan of. Schneider had this really mega drumsolo, and then Flake did his crazy dance thing. During Keine Lust, it actually got cold for a bit! It was nice, being so hot with the fire and in the crowd and all to have a blast of chilly air.
Feuer Frei was next, and there were some crazy explosions during that along to the beat a bit. With the `bang! bang!` bit and all. Toward the end of it, Till, Paul and Richard got their fire-shooting masks on, which was exciting. Talking about set props on fire, I`d wished they`d have done Asche zu Asche, but you can`t always get what you want. Weiner Blut was insane. I don`t even like that song much usually, but they had all these crazy baby dolls come down from the ceiling which had green lazers for eyes. At the end of the song, they all exploded one by one. It was very... Rammstein. Hahaha. Can`t think of another word for it. Not quite disturbing to me, but probably to other people.
After that, they did Fruhling in Paris, and it started off with the stage all black with Till having just some lightbulb come be friends wtih him from the ceiling, but then, the backdrop fell away from being black and industrial with these light scratches across it, to this red background full of lights and stuff. It changed a second time later in the show. I got a shitty picture of Till with it on my blackberry. Please excuse the blur. The crowd was in motion.
I want to say the next song was Ich Tu Dir Weh. The setlist I`m going by says Mein Teil, but that`s definitely not right. So... yeah, I`m pretty sure it`s Ich Tu Dir Weh. Anyway, towards the beginging of that, the psycho in the plaid coat went all mad, and started throwing punches, so security got right on her and was trying to drag her out of the crowd, but she wouldn`t come and was putting up a huuuge fight about it. So it took like 3 security guys what seemed like forever to get her out. When they finally got her over the barrier, she attacked the two girls in front of me and I guess injured them, because they then asked to be lifted out. MAGICAL! I don`t wish bad things on okay people, BUT THIS MEANT THAT I WAS NOW IN THE FRONT ROW!! Finally!!! I raised my hands up in the air and just felt the lovely breeze at the front before excitedly singing along. So. Much. Happiness.
Till and Flake were at it with each other, and Till picked up Flake and carried him over to this bath tub. Then, he got this metal jug, and stood on this platform that went up and up and up and up. Then, he poured sparks into the tub, where Flake probably wasn`t. And every so often, it would explode out of the tub with a bang. When he was done, he came back down, looked into the tub and kind of shrugged, saying like Flake was dead and all. But then, when Till was away, Flake climbed out of the tub in this mad sparkle suit.
After I got into the front row, the concert seemed to last so much longer and everything was just a million times better.
They played Du Riechst So Gut, and did that headbanging thing they do... and seeing as I`ve seen Volkerball twenty too many times, I totally did it too. And probably looked... who cares actually. I was having fun and don`t care what I looked like. Even if I had a camera shoved in my face about half the time. Probably because I was enthusiastic, in the front row, and knew allll the words!! Apparently it`s for a DVD... so yeah! Buy their next DVD because hopefully I`ll be on it. Hater`s gonna hate and doubters gonna doubt, but DVD proof will arise... hopefully. It`ll be the second live show DVD I`ll be on... hopefully I`ll be able to stomach watching this one. The other is just too embarrassing.
ANYWAY. Even though they didn`t have the pyro arm bands, it was still amazing when Paul and Richard did their one-handed guitar solo at the centre front of stage. Did I mention that since I was in the front row, I was litterally directly in front of Paul?? I was! He`s super yummy and sooooo fit. At the very end, Till had a crossbow that shot red fireworks out and then there were these other swirly explosions that came out of... I don`t know where.
They did Benzin and had this old sort of petrol pump that shot fire. Some crew member dressed as a fan ran up onstage and Till lit him on fire with it. A note about the fire: you can really, really FEEL it. When I was 15, my mom took me to see the Rolling Stones and they had these fire pyre shooting things on top of towers far far away, and you could feel them even! So flam throwers and explosions onstage was mental! Anyway, Benzin was good.
After that was Links 234!!!! Which is one of my FAVOURITE songs by them. I love it live. It was just as amazing as I always thought it would be. After, was Du Hast... which isn`t really my favourite, but that`s alright. It`s a good song, just overplayed is all. It`s the only song by them anyone seems to know. They had CRAZY pyro during that. It would shoot up from just on either side of Till, and then it would shoot down from the ceiling when he`d say `NEIN!` It was like he was God. Seriously. I actually think he might be. Anyway, at the end of the song, it was just all this fire blasting out. I don`t know how the band could take it! It got SO hot at the front, I thought I was about to be cooked, and all of the stage hands and security guards dove down against the barrier to try to get away from it!!!
They did Pussy after that and everyone but Schneider came down to the front of the stage, Flake with a little portable keyboard. Till was so obscene, licking the air and all in mock cunnilingus. It was HOT. Hahaha. He`s certainly got a tongue on him. Anywaaaayyy. They came out with this giant penis cannon on a track with a saddle, and Till got on and went back and forth shooting out soap suds cum and looking like he was getting some. I got a full face full of it... and obscenely mucked about in it. And why not?! I was there for fun and fun is what I had!! After the suds, a bunch of white confettii came from the sides of the stage and stuck to all the soap. Lovely mess! After that, Schneider came down and they took a bow and thanked us for being awesome... in French!! Schneider was looking extra yummy and was doing that whole, catty slutty girl bending forward and arching his back thing with his legs wide open when he was `bowing`. What a fox!
The left the stage after that, but came back a little while after to play Sonne!! I think they always do yellow lights with that song, as Sonne means Sun! So at one point, they had crazy flickering in the background. It was like yellow strobelight maddness. They played Haifisch then. After most of the song was done, Flake got into the boat and mock paddled around across the crowd. He didn`t look so scared clinging to the side of the boat anymore, and no one tipped him out and ripped his clothes off, so I guess it`s a better boat now. While he was doing that, Paul and Richard switched places and so I got to have an eyefull of Delicious Dick! Hahahaha. The best bit was that he was totally looking back at me!! He`s cut his hair and wears it flat still and it looks magnificent. Flake made a triumphant return, having picked up a Canadian flag at some point... or maybe he had it with him... I was staring at Richard most of the time instead of looking back to Flake who I could barely even see anyway. I`ll just see him on the DVD!
I feel like they may have gone offstage for a bit after Haifisch, but I can`t be certain... I know they did at least once more between going off after Pussy, and when they finally left.
Anyway, they played Ich Will! Like Links, it is also fucking amazing live. At some point, Till told everyone to get their arms up... I guess?? I don`t know!! He said it in French!! But my arms were already up because the song lyrics say to do so, and I know all the German lyrics. I felt impressive. Hahahaha. They always say in interviews that the non-German speaking crowds, a. don`t sing along, and b. don`t know to put their hands up when they say `I want to see your hands!` in German.
The last they played was Engel. Till walked out backwards with these massive metal wings on and a claw on his left hand. I pretended to whistle along... since I can`t whistle!! The wingtips started to spout flames at some point and then pyro lit along one side of them. It was probably supposed to be along both sides, but it didn`t quite work out, I guess. It looked pretty great and all anyway. Till went off, and then they all put their instruments down and stood near the ramp to backstage or wherever and got down on a knee when Till came out. Queen Richard only bowed as he is superior and will kneel to no one! Or somesuch. I had a giggle about it to myself. They then went to the front of the stage and bowed to US. And Till thanked us and told us that we were... éncroyablé!! Or however you spell incredible, in French.
They were all super adorable the whole time. Flake`s dancing is magical, Paul always looks so serious!! Richard is pretty and rocks out so hard. Olli is SUCH a good bassist. Schneider thinks he`s such hot shit... but for good reason... HE IS! But it`s so funny anyway. In a cute, endearing sort of way. Till is adorable, adorable, adorable. He pulls weird faces and doesn`t care, during one song, all he did was counvulsey twitch instead of dancing. And sometimes he did cute little dances. I wanted to put them all in my pocket and take them home and keep them forever. I guess I can when the DVD comes out!! It felt so much smaller to me, since I was in the front row. It was a sold out show and there were thousands of people there, but it just felt so much more intimate at the front because they were ALL behind me, so all I could see was the band, and the people next to me.
After they left, I hung around a bit and found Finger. I asked if they were giving out passes or doing an afterparty, but he said they weren`t. Probably because they have to leave for NYC early since they`ve a show there tomorrow at Madison Square Garden!!! Due to the fact that he couldn`t give me a pass, Finger gave me Richard`s guitar pick, it`s red and even says RZK on it. When I get home, I`ll put a hole through it and add it to the necklace I`m currently wearing... which happens to have a bass pick on it that I picked up at a show in Detroit. You can just guess whose it was. :P I gave Finger a really big hug since he gave me the pick and all and then we talked a bit and I went on my merry way. I didn`t even need a coat on the way home! I was so warm from being at the show and all. Excitement heats the blood, I think.
Anyway. It was just generally the best EVER. I can`t wait until the DVD comes out so I can relive it whenever.
Anyway.
Last night at about 6:30, I headed out for the Centre Bell. Tip: don`t ask with a French accent. You will get directions in French. In fact, it`s best just to ask for "The Bell Centre".
I got to the Centre Bell at 5 to 7 and lucky lucky me, for once, I just happened upon the line for people with GA floor tickets. Like me.
Waiting in line was cold. The beginning of winter in Montreal is like the dead of winter in Toronto. Maybe worse. Anyway, I stood out in line talking to random people about how fucking cold it was, for a bit less than an hour. Which is silly as doors were supposed to be at 7. Oh well.
I walked in, during the middle of Combichrist`s set. And may I just say, Joe Letz was looking very fine. I deffs want to see them again at some point. They`re mental in the best way, really. I`ve pretty much never, ever seen anyone drum the way Joe does. I think I once heard that he does it like that, just for fun. So fun to watch.
About half an hour after they finished, Rammstein went on. But between the two, I weasled my way up to the 2nd row behind some two drunk girls... who were kindly smoking in my face. Thanks so much for sharing your cancer and all. Wanted it bad. ._. Anyway... soz. The group surrounding me went like this, some (literally mentally unstable psycho) girl in a plaid coat, a girl with blonde and blue hair, a drunk girl with frizzy hair that was in my mouth (D:), a drunk girl with bleach fried hair, and some girl with long black hair, who the girl with fried hair kept jossling with. Didn`t want any part of that thanks so much.
Rammstein went on just after 9... and were amazing, by the way. They started with Rammlied, but first, they had these black plastic things that were in front of them, and Paul and Richard broke through them by banging at them with guitars and all, then on the one in front of Till, there was some pyro that worked itself around in an oval while Richard and Paul just stood looking menacing, then the door kinda exploded, and out came Till in the most insane outfit. It had feathers and a red apron and there was a light in his mouth that shone out every time he sang. He just stood there with his arms up while the into played out looking like God. Schneider`s drumset lights up red at times! I hadn`t seen that in any pictures from shows yet, but it looked really great live!
They played Buckstabu next, then Waidmann`s Heil. Which was good. Till had this like... so if you`ve ever seen Beauty and the Beast, Gaston`s got this crazy hunting shotgun thing, Till had one like that. Only it shot fire instead. They played Keine Lust, then Weisses Fleisch, which I am a superfan of. Schneider had this really mega drumsolo, and then Flake did his crazy dance thing. During Keine Lust, it actually got cold for a bit! It was nice, being so hot with the fire and in the crowd and all to have a blast of chilly air.
Feuer Frei was next, and there were some crazy explosions during that along to the beat a bit. With the `bang! bang!` bit and all. Toward the end of it, Till, Paul and Richard got their fire-shooting masks on, which was exciting. Talking about set props on fire, I`d wished they`d have done Asche zu Asche, but you can`t always get what you want. Weiner Blut was insane. I don`t even like that song much usually, but they had all these crazy baby dolls come down from the ceiling which had green lazers for eyes. At the end of the song, they all exploded one by one. It was very... Rammstein. Hahaha. Can`t think of another word for it. Not quite disturbing to me, but probably to other people.
After that, they did Fruhling in Paris, and it started off with the stage all black with Till having just some lightbulb come be friends wtih him from the ceiling, but then, the backdrop fell away from being black and industrial with these light scratches across it, to this red background full of lights and stuff. It changed a second time later in the show. I got a shitty picture of Till with it on my blackberry. Please excuse the blur. The crowd was in motion.
I want to say the next song was Ich Tu Dir Weh. The setlist I`m going by says Mein Teil, but that`s definitely not right. So... yeah, I`m pretty sure it`s Ich Tu Dir Weh. Anyway, towards the beginging of that, the psycho in the plaid coat went all mad, and started throwing punches, so security got right on her and was trying to drag her out of the crowd, but she wouldn`t come and was putting up a huuuge fight about it. So it took like 3 security guys what seemed like forever to get her out. When they finally got her over the barrier, she attacked the two girls in front of me and I guess injured them, because they then asked to be lifted out. MAGICAL! I don`t wish bad things on okay people, BUT THIS MEANT THAT I WAS NOW IN THE FRONT ROW!! Finally!!! I raised my hands up in the air and just felt the lovely breeze at the front before excitedly singing along. So. Much. Happiness.
Till and Flake were at it with each other, and Till picked up Flake and carried him over to this bath tub. Then, he got this metal jug, and stood on this platform that went up and up and up and up. Then, he poured sparks into the tub, where Flake probably wasn`t. And every so often, it would explode out of the tub with a bang. When he was done, he came back down, looked into the tub and kind of shrugged, saying like Flake was dead and all. But then, when Till was away, Flake climbed out of the tub in this mad sparkle suit.
After I got into the front row, the concert seemed to last so much longer and everything was just a million times better.
They played Du Riechst So Gut, and did that headbanging thing they do... and seeing as I`ve seen Volkerball twenty too many times, I totally did it too. And probably looked... who cares actually. I was having fun and don`t care what I looked like. Even if I had a camera shoved in my face about half the time. Probably because I was enthusiastic, in the front row, and knew allll the words!! Apparently it`s for a DVD... so yeah! Buy their next DVD because hopefully I`ll be on it. Hater`s gonna hate and doubters gonna doubt, but DVD proof will arise... hopefully. It`ll be the second live show DVD I`ll be on... hopefully I`ll be able to stomach watching this one. The other is just too embarrassing.
ANYWAY. Even though they didn`t have the pyro arm bands, it was still amazing when Paul and Richard did their one-handed guitar solo at the centre front of stage. Did I mention that since I was in the front row, I was litterally directly in front of Paul?? I was! He`s super yummy and sooooo fit. At the very end, Till had a crossbow that shot red fireworks out and then there were these other swirly explosions that came out of... I don`t know where.
They did Benzin and had this old sort of petrol pump that shot fire. Some crew member dressed as a fan ran up onstage and Till lit him on fire with it. A note about the fire: you can really, really FEEL it. When I was 15, my mom took me to see the Rolling Stones and they had these fire pyre shooting things on top of towers far far away, and you could feel them even! So flam throwers and explosions onstage was mental! Anyway, Benzin was good.
After that was Links 234!!!! Which is one of my FAVOURITE songs by them. I love it live. It was just as amazing as I always thought it would be. After, was Du Hast... which isn`t really my favourite, but that`s alright. It`s a good song, just overplayed is all. It`s the only song by them anyone seems to know. They had CRAZY pyro during that. It would shoot up from just on either side of Till, and then it would shoot down from the ceiling when he`d say `NEIN!` It was like he was God. Seriously. I actually think he might be. Anyway, at the end of the song, it was just all this fire blasting out. I don`t know how the band could take it! It got SO hot at the front, I thought I was about to be cooked, and all of the stage hands and security guards dove down against the barrier to try to get away from it!!!
They did Pussy after that and everyone but Schneider came down to the front of the stage, Flake with a little portable keyboard. Till was so obscene, licking the air and all in mock cunnilingus. It was HOT. Hahaha. He`s certainly got a tongue on him. Anywaaaayyy. They came out with this giant penis cannon on a track with a saddle, and Till got on and went back and forth shooting out soap suds cum and looking like he was getting some. I got a full face full of it... and obscenely mucked about in it. And why not?! I was there for fun and fun is what I had!! After the suds, a bunch of white confettii came from the sides of the stage and stuck to all the soap. Lovely mess! After that, Schneider came down and they took a bow and thanked us for being awesome... in French!! Schneider was looking extra yummy and was doing that whole, catty slutty girl bending forward and arching his back thing with his legs wide open when he was `bowing`. What a fox!
The left the stage after that, but came back a little while after to play Sonne!! I think they always do yellow lights with that song, as Sonne means Sun! So at one point, they had crazy flickering in the background. It was like yellow strobelight maddness. They played Haifisch then. After most of the song was done, Flake got into the boat and mock paddled around across the crowd. He didn`t look so scared clinging to the side of the boat anymore, and no one tipped him out and ripped his clothes off, so I guess it`s a better boat now. While he was doing that, Paul and Richard switched places and so I got to have an eyefull of Delicious Dick! Hahahaha. The best bit was that he was totally looking back at me!! He`s cut his hair and wears it flat still and it looks magnificent. Flake made a triumphant return, having picked up a Canadian flag at some point... or maybe he had it with him... I was staring at Richard most of the time instead of looking back to Flake who I could barely even see anyway. I`ll just see him on the DVD!
I feel like they may have gone offstage for a bit after Haifisch, but I can`t be certain... I know they did at least once more between going off after Pussy, and when they finally left.
Anyway, they played Ich Will! Like Links, it is also fucking amazing live. At some point, Till told everyone to get their arms up... I guess?? I don`t know!! He said it in French!! But my arms were already up because the song lyrics say to do so, and I know all the German lyrics. I felt impressive. Hahahaha. They always say in interviews that the non-German speaking crowds, a. don`t sing along, and b. don`t know to put their hands up when they say `I want to see your hands!` in German.
The last they played was Engel. Till walked out backwards with these massive metal wings on and a claw on his left hand. I pretended to whistle along... since I can`t whistle!! The wingtips started to spout flames at some point and then pyro lit along one side of them. It was probably supposed to be along both sides, but it didn`t quite work out, I guess. It looked pretty great and all anyway. Till went off, and then they all put their instruments down and stood near the ramp to backstage or wherever and got down on a knee when Till came out. Queen Richard only bowed as he is superior and will kneel to no one! Or somesuch. I had a giggle about it to myself. They then went to the front of the stage and bowed to US. And Till thanked us and told us that we were... éncroyablé!! Or however you spell incredible, in French.
They were all super adorable the whole time. Flake`s dancing is magical, Paul always looks so serious!! Richard is pretty and rocks out so hard. Olli is SUCH a good bassist. Schneider thinks he`s such hot shit... but for good reason... HE IS! But it`s so funny anyway. In a cute, endearing sort of way. Till is adorable, adorable, adorable. He pulls weird faces and doesn`t care, during one song, all he did was counvulsey twitch instead of dancing. And sometimes he did cute little dances. I wanted to put them all in my pocket and take them home and keep them forever. I guess I can when the DVD comes out!! It felt so much smaller to me, since I was in the front row. It was a sold out show and there were thousands of people there, but it just felt so much more intimate at the front because they were ALL behind me, so all I could see was the band, and the people next to me.
After they left, I hung around a bit and found Finger. I asked if they were giving out passes or doing an afterparty, but he said they weren`t. Probably because they have to leave for NYC early since they`ve a show there tomorrow at Madison Square Garden!!! Due to the fact that he couldn`t give me a pass, Finger gave me Richard`s guitar pick, it`s red and even says RZK on it. When I get home, I`ll put a hole through it and add it to the necklace I`m currently wearing... which happens to have a bass pick on it that I picked up at a show in Detroit. You can just guess whose it was. :P I gave Finger a really big hug since he gave me the pick and all and then we talked a bit and I went on my merry way. I didn`t even need a coat on the way home! I was so warm from being at the show and all. Excitement heats the blood, I think.
Anyway. It was just generally the best EVER. I can`t wait until the DVD comes out so I can relive it whenever.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Alan
I'm too excited about seeing Rammstein in 3 days to sleep, so instead I'm awake writing weird jokesy fan letters to Alan Rickman. Hopefully he won't read them. But... they are hilarious. So I hope SOMEONE does. The one I'm currently working on is basically a rant about how in the fantasy life I have with him, he likes poached eggs, and I don't know how to cook poached eggs and really wish he'd prefer scrambled instead.
PLEASE NOTE:
I do not have a fantasy life with Alan Rickman.
But it is true that I don't know how to cook poached eggs. I think that's the one where you drop it into the water...? Oh well. I'm not worried about it as I don't really like eggs anyway.
I think this is because when I was growing up, the only thing my mom (not my mum) knew how to cook for breakfast was scrambled eggs... so I'm kind of tired of them now.
Anyway, I'm just sitting here being ridiculous.
Because I can.
PLEASE NOTE:
I do not have a fantasy life with Alan Rickman.
But it is true that I don't know how to cook poached eggs. I think that's the one where you drop it into the water...? Oh well. I'm not worried about it as I don't really like eggs anyway.
I think this is because when I was growing up, the only thing my mom (not my mum) knew how to cook for breakfast was scrambled eggs... so I'm kind of tired of them now.
Anyway, I'm just sitting here being ridiculous.
Because I can.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
See And Be Scene
I would so much rather people be under the impression that I am shunned and neglected, therefore am completely independent, than one who grew up coddled and sheltered.
Not that I was coddled and sheltered. But still.
Not that I was coddled and sheltered. But still.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Elvis
So sometimes I do this thing with my mouth. I don't consciously know how I do it, but whatever. I suppose most people would call it a lip-curl. Like what Elvis is famous for doing? Yeah. That.
Yeah. That one.
Anywho. I do that.
Usually without even noticing that I've done it.
I was at a show once, and I guess I did it, and someone mentioned Elvis and was like, "HAHA. ARE YOU RELATED TO ELVIS?" and I was like... >>____>>
"Yes. Of course I am. I'm his illegitimate granddaughter."
Which probably isn't true at all, but I'm adopted so it could be. (but isn't)
I am however directly (but illegitimately) related to King Henry VIII of England.
Whenever I watch the Tudors, I call him Grandpa. Because I'm awesome.
Yeah. That one.
Anywho. I do that.
Usually without even noticing that I've done it.
I was at a show once, and I guess I did it, and someone mentioned Elvis and was like, "HAHA. ARE YOU RELATED TO ELVIS?" and I was like... >>____>>
"Yes. Of course I am. I'm his illegitimate granddaughter."
Which probably isn't true at all, but I'm adopted so it could be. (but isn't)
I am however directly (but illegitimately) related to King Henry VIII of England.
Whenever I watch the Tudors, I call him Grandpa. Because I'm awesome.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Piercings
When I was growing up, my parents made me wait until I was 7 to get my ears pierced.
I had to wait until I was 14 to get the upper part of my ear pierced.
It wasn't until I was 15 that they'd let me get my navel pierced.
And that was the last piercing they actually "let" me get.
When I was 14, I gave myself my very own surface piercings over my hips... since I did it myself, that didn't work out all so well and I took them out soon after. My mum saw the scars a little while later and I told her they were mosquito bites or something.
When I was 16, I got my second holes done in my ears over in Windsor. I asked. My parent said no (I don't even know why. It's such a basic piercing.) and then I did it anyway. When I was 17, I got my 3rd holes done without even asking.
I didn't bother asking when I was 17 and got my tongue pierced with my friend just after we won marching band finals. They'd specifically told me at some point that I definitely couldn't get my tongue pierced until I was no longer living with them.
When I was 16, I saved up for months to have a bunch of my own money for our summer trip to the UK. I figured I'd be left on my own at some point in Edinburgh, and planned on it. Checking out the local piercing parlours on the net and seeing which I could get to pierce my nipples. Unfortunately, all of my money and passport got stolen while out shopping the very morning I'd planned to visit the parlour! Worst luck ever and I was ridiculously pissed.
When I was 17, my mother took me to get my first tattoo. A week later, I got my tongue pierced. And exactly a week after that, my friends and I went to go get her tongue pierced, and ended up both getting our nipples pierced as well. Finally.
On the first of January, 2008, I got my inverse navel pierced as my friend got her regular one done.
In the summer, just after I'd turned 18, I got my tongue pierced twice on each side, which is called "venoms", if you didn't know.
In October, I got my upper lip pierced twice, which is "angel bites". That's the last piercing I got while still living with my parent(s)... they didn't even live together then.
In December, I got my lower lip pierced twice on one side, a "spider bite".
And then I moved to Toronto and in March, got my septum pierced, which is the one that sometimes hides up my nose.
In the summer, I got my right nipple re-pierced as I'd taken my old piercings out nearly a year previously for rugby. I'd actually meant to get my inverse navel re-done, but they refused to do it as it's a spot that is prone to rejection. Clearly I'll have to get around to getting it redone elsewhere.
In August of 2009, I got a surface piercing over my collarbone, which I loved and was awesome. It was my third surface piercing, and the only one I'd had professionally done.
In early November, I got snakebites, which is two lip piercings, one on either side of my mouth. I'd rather like to get them re-done, as obviously I no-longer have them.
And I've not gotten any new piercings since then... that's an entire year.
If you've been paying attention, that's a total of 25 piercings. I currently only have 3. And there's only 4 that my parents ever actually let me get.
I don't even know why they were always so anal about it. "Oh, you have to be sure." No you don't. That's such ridiculous bullshit. Piercings are so temporary. If they weren't, I'd be full of holes. Obviously. But am I? No. You take them out. They heal over. No harm done.
"Oh, what will people think?" Do I honestly seem like the type of person who cares what people think? I've got my fucking fingers tattooed. Why on earth would I care?
I'm sure it had more to do with "What kind of parents will our friends think we are if our daughter is full of metal?" Well, I'm (not) sorry to break it to anyone, but I really don't care what anyone thinks. If I ever convince myself that vomiting isn't *THAT* bad and manage to become a parent, I'll be so much more lenient about piercings. Like really.
So Mum. I know you read my blog. Tell me, what's the real reason I wasn't allowed piercings growing up?
I had to wait until I was 14 to get the upper part of my ear pierced.
It wasn't until I was 15 that they'd let me get my navel pierced.
And that was the last piercing they actually "let" me get.
When I was 14, I gave myself my very own surface piercings over my hips... since I did it myself, that didn't work out all so well and I took them out soon after. My mum saw the scars a little while later and I told her they were mosquito bites or something.
When I was 16, I got my second holes done in my ears over in Windsor. I asked. My parent said no (I don't even know why. It's such a basic piercing.) and then I did it anyway. When I was 17, I got my 3rd holes done without even asking.
I didn't bother asking when I was 17 and got my tongue pierced with my friend just after we won marching band finals. They'd specifically told me at some point that I definitely couldn't get my tongue pierced until I was no longer living with them.
When I was 16, I saved up for months to have a bunch of my own money for our summer trip to the UK. I figured I'd be left on my own at some point in Edinburgh, and planned on it. Checking out the local piercing parlours on the net and seeing which I could get to pierce my nipples. Unfortunately, all of my money and passport got stolen while out shopping the very morning I'd planned to visit the parlour! Worst luck ever and I was ridiculously pissed.
When I was 17, my mother took me to get my first tattoo. A week later, I got my tongue pierced. And exactly a week after that, my friends and I went to go get her tongue pierced, and ended up both getting our nipples pierced as well. Finally.
On the first of January, 2008, I got my inverse navel pierced as my friend got her regular one done.
In the summer, just after I'd turned 18, I got my tongue pierced twice on each side, which is called "venoms", if you didn't know.
In October, I got my upper lip pierced twice, which is "angel bites". That's the last piercing I got while still living with my parent(s)... they didn't even live together then.
In December, I got my lower lip pierced twice on one side, a "spider bite".
And then I moved to Toronto and in March, got my septum pierced, which is the one that sometimes hides up my nose.
In the summer, I got my right nipple re-pierced as I'd taken my old piercings out nearly a year previously for rugby. I'd actually meant to get my inverse navel re-done, but they refused to do it as it's a spot that is prone to rejection. Clearly I'll have to get around to getting it redone elsewhere.
In August of 2009, I got a surface piercing over my collarbone, which I loved and was awesome. It was my third surface piercing, and the only one I'd had professionally done.
In early November, I got snakebites, which is two lip piercings, one on either side of my mouth. I'd rather like to get them re-done, as obviously I no-longer have them.
And I've not gotten any new piercings since then... that's an entire year.
If you've been paying attention, that's a total of 25 piercings. I currently only have 3. And there's only 4 that my parents ever actually let me get.
I don't even know why they were always so anal about it. "Oh, you have to be sure." No you don't. That's such ridiculous bullshit. Piercings are so temporary. If they weren't, I'd be full of holes. Obviously. But am I? No. You take them out. They heal over. No harm done.
"Oh, what will people think?" Do I honestly seem like the type of person who cares what people think? I've got my fucking fingers tattooed. Why on earth would I care?
I'm sure it had more to do with "What kind of parents will our friends think we are if our daughter is full of metal?" Well, I'm (not) sorry to break it to anyone, but I really don't care what anyone thinks. If I ever convince myself that vomiting isn't *THAT* bad and manage to become a parent, I'll be so much more lenient about piercings. Like really.
So Mum. I know you read my blog. Tell me, what's the real reason I wasn't allowed piercings growing up?
Friday, November 12, 2010
Like A Ruler
I'm straight.
Not gay. Not bi. Not anything other than straight.
I get really annoyed when people assume that I'm anything other than heterosexual... because I'm not. I don't want people to think I'm gay or bi.
"Why? What's wrong with being gay or bi?"
Nothing. Nothing at all is wrong with being gay. So why does it matter? Because I don't like people thinking I'm anything that I'm not.
Try and call me German and see how pissy I get then.
I'm not German, I'm Austrian.
I'm not Mexican, I'm Spanish.
I'm not 'First Nations', I'm Native American.
I'm not Italian, nor Russian, nor Polish, nor Swedish...
I am what I am. There's nothing wrong with what I am not.
But it's so annoying for people to assume that I'm anything other than what I am.
It's annoying if you think my favourite colour is blue instead of black. Or if you think I play guitar instead of bass. Or that I ski rather than snowboard. I can't stand that people always assume that my parents are a straight couple, rather than lesbians who adopted me, could you be any more narrow minded? I hate that, upon mentioning I have two moms, people still ask "what about your dad" or "is one of them your step mom?" or "which one is your real mom?" ... they're BOTH my real mom. Ugh. Assumptions in general are annoying.
I'd rather people thought nothing of me at all until they either asked or I mentioned it.
I wish I were German and Swedish, and that I could ski as well as snowboard. I wish I knew how to play guitar as well as bass. I'd like to not be American. But I can't change what I am. So don't say I'm anything but what I am.
It's SO very irritating.
Not gay. Not bi. Not anything other than straight.
I get really annoyed when people assume that I'm anything other than heterosexual... because I'm not. I don't want people to think I'm gay or bi.
"Why? What's wrong with being gay or bi?"
Nothing. Nothing at all is wrong with being gay. So why does it matter? Because I don't like people thinking I'm anything that I'm not.
Try and call me German and see how pissy I get then.
I'm not German, I'm Austrian.
I'm not Mexican, I'm Spanish.
I'm not 'First Nations', I'm Native American.
I'm not Italian, nor Russian, nor Polish, nor Swedish...
I am what I am. There's nothing wrong with what I am not.
But it's so annoying for people to assume that I'm anything other than what I am.
It's annoying if you think my favourite colour is blue instead of black. Or if you think I play guitar instead of bass. Or that I ski rather than snowboard. I can't stand that people always assume that my parents are a straight couple, rather than lesbians who adopted me, could you be any more narrow minded? I hate that, upon mentioning I have two moms, people still ask "what about your dad" or "is one of them your step mom?" or "which one is your real mom?" ... they're BOTH my real mom. Ugh. Assumptions in general are annoying.
I'd rather people thought nothing of me at all until they either asked or I mentioned it.
I wish I were German and Swedish, and that I could ski as well as snowboard. I wish I knew how to play guitar as well as bass. I'd like to not be American. But I can't change what I am. So don't say I'm anything but what I am.
It's SO very irritating.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Wednesday
As a small child, when I grew up, I wanted to be Wednesday Addams.
I still want to be Wednesday Addams. I've never actually consciously tried to have the same interests as her, or to be like her... and honestly, I'd forgotten I had wanted to be just like her. But now that I recall, and think further about it, we're actually quite alike. I guess this just leaves growing up to be a Dinosaur as well. I'm sure I'll succeed in that too, because clearly I've become Wednesday Addams without even trying.
"Wednesday's child is full of woe."
It's funny. Because I was actually born on a Wednesday.
Obviously.
I still want to be Wednesday Addams. I've never actually consciously tried to have the same interests as her, or to be like her... and honestly, I'd forgotten I had wanted to be just like her. But now that I recall, and think further about it, we're actually quite alike. I guess this just leaves growing up to be a Dinosaur as well. I'm sure I'll succeed in that too, because clearly I've become Wednesday Addams without even trying.
"Wednesday's child is full of woe."
It's funny. Because I was actually born on a Wednesday.
Obviously.
Oh, Lawyers
HOMICIDE, n. The slaying of one human being by another.
There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable,
and praiseworthy, but it makes no great difference to the person slain
whether he fell by one kind or another — the classification is for
advantage of the lawyers. --Ambrose Bierce
There are four kinds of homicide: felonious, excusable, justifiable,
and praiseworthy, but it makes no great difference to the person slain
whether he fell by one kind or another — the classification is for
advantage of the lawyers. --Ambrose Bierce
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Yay Alcohol!
I've finally discovered a good use for alcohol!!!
I have a bunch in my freezer because people seem to think it makes a good present.
I have no idea why, seeing as I don't drink.
But anyway. When I got home, I clumsily tripped over a whole bunch of nothing and now have the most disgustingly huge bump on my ankle. After freaking out about it for just a sec and realizing I had no ice cubes or anything like that, I remembered that I have a bunch of icy cold bottles of alcohol in the fridge.
So thanks to this little bottle of Bacardi Rum, the swelling is already going down!
I have a bunch in my freezer because people seem to think it makes a good present.
I have no idea why, seeing as I don't drink.
But anyway. When I got home, I clumsily tripped over a whole bunch of nothing and now have the most disgustingly huge bump on my ankle. After freaking out about it for just a sec and realizing I had no ice cubes or anything like that, I remembered that I have a bunch of icy cold bottles of alcohol in the fridge.
So thanks to this little bottle of Bacardi Rum, the swelling is already going down!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Teenage Dream
Dirty Mary > Katy Perry
Darren Criss > Katy Perry
Dirty Mary ≥ Darren Criss
DIRTY MARY
(It's live and a bit awful. But this is my favourite song ever.)
Katy Perry
...not half as good as...
Darren Criss
Darren Criss > Katy Perry
Dirty Mary ≥ Darren Criss
DIRTY MARY
(It's live and a bit awful. But this is my favourite song ever.)
Katy Perry
...not half as good as...
Darren Criss
Saturday, November 6, 2010
My Heart Stops When You Look At Me
Darren Criss is on Glee next week!
This is the most amazing song ever. They do it so well.
I've been listening to it since it first showed up on my tumblr dashboard.
I love love love Darren, and have done since I first saw A Very Potter Musical (in which he plays Harry. It's hilarious and you need to watch it.) a while ago.
Also, his character sounds AMAZING. He's playing an proudly out and very confident gay boy... which is exactly what both Kurt and mainstream television have been needing.
Plus Darren is totally gorgeous. And he went to U of M!
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Love Is Where's Wally?
I once heard that "love is like a carton of milk" and that "you try and make the milk last as long as you can and have it be as fresh and pure as it can be because then it's better" or somesuch. But of course that's a complete load of steaming bullshit.
I don't even know anyone who feels that way about milk. I certainly don't. I usually end up drinking the entire carton the same day I've bought it. And anyway, pure milk... everyone knows that chocolate milk is better than plain milk anyway. I mean. I don't think so, but I have a weird obsession with drinking plain milk.
Which is another thing. Why the fuck would you want to compare love to something people basically use as a condiment? I mean, most adults use milk as something to enhance other things with. Like putting it into tea, coffee, or cereal. It's not the main event, it's just like ketchup or salt. Do you really want to compare love to a bottle of ketchup?
No. I didn't think so.
Because love isn't like a carton of milk and no one tries to make those last anyway. The point is to drink the milk. Enjoy the milk. And then get more. Cartons of milk are like orgasms. Not love.
Love is like a Where's Wally book. You buy the book to look for Wally in some huge drawing and you get tricked by a few people wearing that same hat or sweater, but eventually, after being annoyed and searching long enough, you find him. And you're like, FUCK YEAH! I FOUND WALLY! And then after a while, you sortof forget where Wally was exactly, but you pick up the book again oneday, and you go, oh yeah, I sortof remember this page... I think he was near the mermaids. And sure enough, there he is, hiding right behind them.
If it's real, it lasts forever, even if you have to work it through sometimes to remember where it is and how it goes.
But I have no interest in love and no patience to go fannying about looking for it. I'd so much rather spend my entire life single. Mostly because I can't stand anyone else's bullshit and I never really even liked Where's Wally anyway.
I don't even know anyone who feels that way about milk. I certainly don't. I usually end up drinking the entire carton the same day I've bought it. And anyway, pure milk... everyone knows that chocolate milk is better than plain milk anyway. I mean. I don't think so, but I have a weird obsession with drinking plain milk.
Which is another thing. Why the fuck would you want to compare love to something people basically use as a condiment? I mean, most adults use milk as something to enhance other things with. Like putting it into tea, coffee, or cereal. It's not the main event, it's just like ketchup or salt. Do you really want to compare love to a bottle of ketchup?
No. I didn't think so.
Because love isn't like a carton of milk and no one tries to make those last anyway. The point is to drink the milk. Enjoy the milk. And then get more. Cartons of milk are like orgasms. Not love.
Love is like a Where's Wally book. You buy the book to look for Wally in some huge drawing and you get tricked by a few people wearing that same hat or sweater, but eventually, after being annoyed and searching long enough, you find him. And you're like, FUCK YEAH! I FOUND WALLY! And then after a while, you sortof forget where Wally was exactly, but you pick up the book again oneday, and you go, oh yeah, I sortof remember this page... I think he was near the mermaids. And sure enough, there he is, hiding right behind them.
If it's real, it lasts forever, even if you have to work it through sometimes to remember where it is and how it goes.
But I have no interest in love and no patience to go fannying about looking for it. I'd so much rather spend my entire life single. Mostly because I can't stand anyone else's bullshit and I never really even liked Where's Wally anyway.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
I Wanna Do It Let's Draw Straws
Every year, I have an obsession that begins in mid October and lasts until just after Christmas. That is The Nightmare Before Christmas. My two favourite songs are Kidnap the Sandy Claws and Oogie Boogie's Song. Talking of the first one, here is an amazing cover by She Wants Revenge. And some other goodies.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Peronal Problems
I know that phrase is supposed to be polite... but all I can think of when I read it is an assortment of the most horribly embarrassing things anyone could imagine. As though said issues are things like:
Constant masturbation and genital chafing
Chronic flatulence
Incontinence
Extreme panic attacks caused by the thought of gerbils
... and such, and such.
Constant masturbation and genital chafing
Chronic flatulence
Incontinence
Extreme panic attacks caused by the thought of gerbils
... and such, and such.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
October Is For Lovers (Of Gore)
I really like October because it gives me reasons to go out in public with fucked up makeup and other disturbing things. The whole month is my dress rehearsal for Halloween and Devil's Night parties.
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Truly
I can't stand it when people use "truly" when stating an opinion. As in... "I truly believe that... blah blah blah." Well no shit? If you didn't think so, why the fuck would you mention it? It's such an idiotic thing to say. Plus if you're like... "reassuring" me of something that doesn't even need to be emphasized in that way, it just makes me think you're lying about it. And anyway, I really don't care what you think so you needn't expend the extra energy ensuring me that you actually think it, anyway.
I fully approve of "I truly mean that." Because really, if it's some weird compliment or something that I'd expect you didn't mean, if you bothered to put truly in, I guess it's important.
I never approve of theword "truely". Please learn to spell.
I fully approve of "I truly mean that." Because really, if it's some weird compliment or something that I'd expect you didn't mean, if you bothered to put truly in, I guess it's important.
I never approve of the
Creeper
In my spare time, I study bruises and pictures of corpses.
I look up different brands of fake blood on the internet and weigh the pros and cons of each type.
I play with stage blood... and then go out in public with it smeared all over my face.
At present, I have bits of my face painted green and yellow in an attempt to make myself look like I'm decaying a bit. It's actually rather effective.
It's all so delightful and just a bit morbid. I feel like I should live in some place that used to be a morgue. Deep under ground. Like a lair.
I'd like that, I think... having a lair.
I look up different brands of fake blood on the internet and weigh the pros and cons of each type.
I play with stage blood... and then go out in public with it smeared all over my face.
At present, I have bits of my face painted green and yellow in an attempt to make myself look like I'm decaying a bit. It's actually rather effective.
It's all so delightful and just a bit morbid. I feel like I should live in some place that used to be a morgue. Deep under ground. Like a lair.
I'd like that, I think... having a lair.
General Admission Floor Tickets
The above is the most beautiful phrase currently in my vocabulary.
Why?
I may have splurged and gotten myself a ticket to see Rammstein in Montreal before the tickets all sold out.
Happy Christmas to me. And also. Like. Happy life.
Seeing as before I die / move out to Vancouver (hopefully this summer) I want to a. see Rammstein live, and b. visit Montreal. (dying and moving to Vancouver are unrelated, but both are related to a. and b.)
And... seeing as I honestly do not know when Rammstein will be coming back to this continent to play shows, or if even, I had to jump at the chance to see them. Which I have. I know for a fact I paid less for my GA floor ticket than a LOT of people paid for their upper level Madison Square Garden tickets. I guess that's Ticketmaster's problem. I'm so glad the Montreal tickets weren't sold through them. I'd never get to see Rammstein that way!
So this is my, I'm too happy to do anything but sit here and squeal about Dick and Till and Olli and Schneider and MmmPaul and maybe Flake post.
Because dear fucking lord, of all the shows I've seen... I've never actually gotten to see a band that was my favourite right then... and Rammstein have been my favourite for nearly two years!
I'm going to stop now before I end up just babbling on and on and on.
*EXCITEMENT*
Why?
I may have splurged and gotten myself a ticket to see Rammstein in Montreal before the tickets all sold out.
Happy Christmas to me. And also. Like. Happy life.
Seeing as before I die / move out to Vancouver (hopefully this summer) I want to a. see Rammstein live, and b. visit Montreal. (dying and moving to Vancouver are unrelated, but both are related to a. and b.)
And... seeing as I honestly do not know when Rammstein will be coming back to this continent to play shows, or if even, I had to jump at the chance to see them. Which I have. I know for a fact I paid less for my GA floor ticket than a LOT of people paid for their upper level Madison Square Garden tickets. I guess that's Ticketmaster's problem. I'm so glad the Montreal tickets weren't sold through them. I'd never get to see Rammstein that way!
So this is my, I'm too happy to do anything but sit here and squeal about Dick and Till and Olli and Schneider and MmmPaul and maybe Flake post.
Because dear fucking lord, of all the shows I've seen... I've never actually gotten to see a band that was my favourite right then... and Rammstein have been my favourite for nearly two years!
I'm going to stop now before I end up just babbling on and on and on.
*EXCITEMENT*
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I Really Really Like The Malfoys
I do. A lot.
For one, they're pretty.
And also wealthy and powerful. Which is attractive.
And yeah, I mean, they're sort of dicks, but I'm kind of a dick too, so it's okay.
My parents always thought I was a nutter for liking them so much because they're "evil". But they're really not at all. Voldemort was evil. And yet I still like him so much more than George W. Bush. Wonder way... But that's really neither here nor there.
My point is that the Malfoys really aren't all that bad. Lucius was super high ranking in terms of Death Eaters, but I think that has more to do with the fact that he's a wealthy and powerful man. As well as being a slimey, sneaky git. I'm sure his descicion to join Voldemort had a lot more to do with wanting to not be dead than it did actual like of the dark lord.
Like really, what else was he supposed to do? As the heir of a prominent pure-blood wizarding family, I feel like he didn't really have another choice that would have left him alive. Yeah, he tortured some muggles, but then again, so did Severus Snape, and everyone still loves him.
Why not love the Malfoys as well? Harry Potter certainly owes his life to Narcissa, seeing as she covered for him and pretended like he was dead. And yeah, this was only for her own benefit in that she and Lucius could go look for Draco and make sure he was safe... but that's kind of adorable isn't it?
Clearly the Malfoy family are very close and love each other muchly. Much more than they care about serving the dark lord, obviously. And family is important. I guess they're more cowardly than anything. And that's not too terrible of a trait.
Anyway, that's all I have to say on that. I can't wait for the new movie to come out... less than a month now!
For one, they're pretty.
And also wealthy and powerful. Which is attractive.
And yeah, I mean, they're sort of dicks, but I'm kind of a dick too, so it's okay.
My parents always thought I was a nutter for liking them so much because they're "evil". But they're really not at all. Voldemort was evil. And yet I still like him so much more than George W. Bush. Wonder way... But that's really neither here nor there.
My point is that the Malfoys really aren't all that bad. Lucius was super high ranking in terms of Death Eaters, but I think that has more to do with the fact that he's a wealthy and powerful man. As well as being a slimey, sneaky git. I'm sure his descicion to join Voldemort had a lot more to do with wanting to not be dead than it did actual like of the dark lord.
Like really, what else was he supposed to do? As the heir of a prominent pure-blood wizarding family, I feel like he didn't really have another choice that would have left him alive. Yeah, he tortured some muggles, but then again, so did Severus Snape, and everyone still loves him.
Why not love the Malfoys as well? Harry Potter certainly owes his life to Narcissa, seeing as she covered for him and pretended like he was dead. And yeah, this was only for her own benefit in that she and Lucius could go look for Draco and make sure he was safe... but that's kind of adorable isn't it?
Clearly the Malfoy family are very close and love each other muchly. Much more than they care about serving the dark lord, obviously. And family is important. I guess they're more cowardly than anything. And that's not too terrible of a trait.
Anyway, that's all I have to say on that. I can't wait for the new movie to come out... less than a month now!
Friday, October 15, 2010
Boyfriend
I've never really had a boyfriend.
I mean. I had boyfriends sometimes while I was growing up, but that's not really... real or anything. Just stupid like, "Oh, I'll see you in school and we hold hands, and maybe go to the movies or mall sometimes."
Stupid kid shit.
And the last time I had a "boyfriend" was when I was seventeen. He was lame and I dumped him after about a month. He'd complain about how I'd hang out with my friends more than him... as if I was supposed to put him before them... when I'd known them longer and liked them better. All he ever wanted to do was hang out at the mall, anyway. He once got all pissy because my friends Dollie and Mellisa and I skipped school to go to shopping at the mall one day. I guess he really didn't understand that "shopping" is vastly different than "hanging out at the mall with no money not really doing anything". One is fun. One is not and gets old really quickly. Anyway, he was clingy and for some reason expected me to be really open with him about my feelings and such. Whatever.
Anyway, since then, I've refused to "date" anyone.
I can't stand the thought of having a boyfriend ever again. I don't want to have to be around someone all the time, dealing with their bullshit and their feelings. Just the thought makes me squirm. I can't stand sleeping in the same bed as anyone else. I'm not a big fan of cuddling... at all. It feels like being suffocated. Like please. Just stay on that side of the couch while we watch this movie. I don't want anyone to ever think they have any sort of 'claim' on me. I like being completely free to do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. I like not feeling obligated to be nice to certain people because they're my "boyfriend"'s friends or whatever.
I think most people are terrified by the thought of being alone. But to be honest, I can't think of anything I'd like better. I hate living with other people. I didn't even like living with my parents. I'm far more terrified of being stuck with someone forever than being stuck without anyone.
I don't really know why, but, to be honest, I have no issue with any of this.
I mean. I had boyfriends sometimes while I was growing up, but that's not really... real or anything. Just stupid like, "Oh, I'll see you in school and we hold hands, and maybe go to the movies or mall sometimes."
Stupid kid shit.
And the last time I had a "boyfriend" was when I was seventeen. He was lame and I dumped him after about a month. He'd complain about how I'd hang out with my friends more than him... as if I was supposed to put him before them... when I'd known them longer and liked them better. All he ever wanted to do was hang out at the mall, anyway. He once got all pissy because my friends Dollie and Mellisa and I skipped school to go to shopping at the mall one day. I guess he really didn't understand that "shopping" is vastly different than "hanging out at the mall with no money not really doing anything". One is fun. One is not and gets old really quickly. Anyway, he was clingy and for some reason expected me to be really open with him about my feelings and such. Whatever.
Anyway, since then, I've refused to "date" anyone.
I can't stand the thought of having a boyfriend ever again. I don't want to have to be around someone all the time, dealing with their bullshit and their feelings. Just the thought makes me squirm. I can't stand sleeping in the same bed as anyone else. I'm not a big fan of cuddling... at all. It feels like being suffocated. Like please. Just stay on that side of the couch while we watch this movie. I don't want anyone to ever think they have any sort of 'claim' on me. I like being completely free to do whatever the fuck I want, whenever the fuck I want. I like not feeling obligated to be nice to certain people because they're my "boyfriend"'s friends or whatever.
I think most people are terrified by the thought of being alone. But to be honest, I can't think of anything I'd like better. I hate living with other people. I didn't even like living with my parents. I'm far more terrified of being stuck with someone forever than being stuck without anyone.
I don't really know why, but, to be honest, I have no issue with any of this.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Drunking
I approve of drinking.
I do not approve of drunking.
Having a mimosa with breakfast just to try it is cool.
Having a beer because cramps make you want to tear your uterus out with your hands is fine by me.
But going to a bar and drinking 5 shots with the sole intent of getting fucking drunk is fucking lame.
I haaaaate drunk people and drunkenness sooo much.
I totally get marijuana. I'd be all over that if I could stand the feeling of smoke going into my lungs.
But drinking... blergh. What even is the point? It just makes you act like a complete moron and throw up everywhere.
This has been a "judgmental (relatively) straight edge girl" post.
In other news, I'm so lazy that I braided all of my hair back so that I won't have to deal with it for the next month or two. At which point, I'll take it down, wash it, and then braid it back up again. :P
ALSO.
Till Lindemann has the sexiest voice ever and you need to listen to Rammstein a whole lot. Just so you know.
I do not approve of drunking.
Having a mimosa with breakfast just to try it is cool.
Having a beer because cramps make you want to tear your uterus out with your hands is fine by me.
But going to a bar and drinking 5 shots with the sole intent of getting fucking drunk is fucking lame.
I haaaaate drunk people and drunkenness sooo much.
I totally get marijuana. I'd be all over that if I could stand the feeling of smoke going into my lungs.
But drinking... blergh. What even is the point? It just makes you act like a complete moron and throw up everywhere.
This has been a "judgmental (relatively) straight edge girl" post.
In other news, I'm so lazy that I braided all of my hair back so that I won't have to deal with it for the next month or two. At which point, I'll take it down, wash it, and then braid it back up again. :P
ALSO.
Till Lindemann has the sexiest voice ever and you need to listen to Rammstein a whole lot. Just so you know.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Crunchy Frogs
"We use only the finest baby frogs, dew-picked and flown from Iraq, cleansed in finest-quality spring water, lightly killed, and then sealed in a succulent Swiss quintuple smooth treble cream milk chocolate envelope and lovingly frosted with glucose."
(I love Monty Python hard)
I made these today:
What you need is...
1 large chocolate bar (I used dark chocolate)
1 package of gummi frogs
1/2 cup of rice krispies (or several packs of pop rocks or other fizzy popping candy)
As well as a fork, a spoon, a plate, waxed or parchment paper, a bowl, and a fridge.
also, in terms of melting the chocolate, you can do it one of two ways, either take a glass bowl, sit it on a saucepan with boiling water in it on the stove and melt the chocolate that way, or, melt it in a microwave. I did the latter.
1. Break up the chocolate bar and put the pieces in a microwave safe bowl, then melt it down by stopping every 30 seconds to stir and check how it's melting.
2. Once the chocolate is melted down, stir in the rice krispies or pop rocks.
3. Stab your frogs with a fork!
4. Dip your frogs into the chocolate until they are covered and bumpy from the pop rocks or krispies.
5. Sit them on a sheet of parchment paper placed over a plate... or a cookie sheet if you have a bigger fridge than me. Use the spoon to get them off the fork, and to cover up any green spots. They should turn out like this:
6. Cut around the parchment with scissors so that it fits to the plate, then pop them in the fridge for about an hour or so to let the chocolate harden. After an hour, take them out, and peel or pop them off of the paper and back onto the plate. I store mine in the fridge. But this is how they should turn out:
They're pretty much delicious, and really good on their own, but I get the feeling that they'd also be amazing with warm buttery popcorn. Messy for sure, but seriously yummy... (chocolate covered treats go wonderfully with popcorn as my friend Libby once showed me).
I kind of want to be a chocolatier or candy maker or something...
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two
The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh
Soak it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
The Candy Man makes everything he bakes satisfying and delicious
Now you talk about your childhood wishes, you can even eat the dishes
Oh, who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
The Candy Man makes everything he bakes satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes, you can even eat the dishes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
Yes, the Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
(I love Monty Python hard)
I made these today:
What you need is...1 large chocolate bar (I used dark chocolate)
1 package of gummi frogs
1/2 cup of rice krispies (or several packs of pop rocks or other fizzy popping candy)
As well as a fork, a spoon, a plate, waxed or parchment paper, a bowl, and a fridge.
also, in terms of melting the chocolate, you can do it one of two ways, either take a glass bowl, sit it on a saucepan with boiling water in it on the stove and melt the chocolate that way, or, melt it in a microwave. I did the latter.
1. Break up the chocolate bar and put the pieces in a microwave safe bowl, then melt it down by stopping every 30 seconds to stir and check how it's melting.
2. Once the chocolate is melted down, stir in the rice krispies or pop rocks.
3. Stab your frogs with a fork!
4. Dip your frogs into the chocolate until they are covered and bumpy from the pop rocks or krispies.
5. Sit them on a sheet of parchment paper placed over a plate... or a cookie sheet if you have a bigger fridge than me. Use the spoon to get them off the fork, and to cover up any green spots. They should turn out like this:
6. Cut around the parchment with scissors so that it fits to the plate, then pop them in the fridge for about an hour or so to let the chocolate harden. After an hour, take them out, and peel or pop them off of the paper and back onto the plate. I store mine in the fridge. But this is how they should turn out:
They're pretty much delicious, and really good on their own, but I get the feeling that they'd also be amazing with warm buttery popcorn. Messy for sure, but seriously yummy... (chocolate covered treats go wonderfully with popcorn as my friend Libby once showed me).
I kind of want to be a chocolatier or candy maker or something...
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew
Cover it with choc'late and a miracle or two
The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh
Soak it in the sun and make a groovy lemon pie
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
The Candy Man makes everything he bakes satisfying and delicious
Now you talk about your childhood wishes, you can even eat the dishes
Oh, who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man, oh the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
The Candy Man makes everything he bakes satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes, you can even eat the dishes
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can
The Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
Yes, the Candy Man can 'cause he mixes it with love and makes the world taste good
Monday, October 4, 2010
Books
There are so many books I'm supposed to be reading right now. Things I've started. Things I need to restart. Things I'm in the middle of. Things I'm dying to read...
At this very moment, I've started reading several books, finished Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life today. It was good. I like that it's set in Toronto. I really want to read the other five.
I'd also like to read all of the books on the "Cult Favourites" table that was at the HMV today. Some I've read, some I own and haven't read, and some I really want to read. Like Slaughterhouse Five. I skimmed it lightly and think I might enjoy it. I also apparently need to read Invisible Monsters, as I really enjoyed Fight Club. Like. A lot. What an awesome book... and also movie.
I need to read all the books I have in my possession currently, that I haven't yet gotten around to. I want to also read all the books I have loaded into my computer, mainly, I want to read all seven Harry Potter books. Aloud. In German. And finish reading His Dark Materials. I'm currently on the second chapter of the first book, The Golden Compass. Which was something I had always meant to read as a child, but never got around to.
Over all, I need to do much more reading, and much less watching stupid television shows. I sometimes forget how much I love reading and how it very much is my favourite thing to do.
At this very moment, I've started reading several books, finished Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life today. It was good. I like that it's set in Toronto. I really want to read the other five.
I'd also like to read all of the books on the "Cult Favourites" table that was at the HMV today. Some I've read, some I own and haven't read, and some I really want to read. Like Slaughterhouse Five. I skimmed it lightly and think I might enjoy it. I also apparently need to read Invisible Monsters, as I really enjoyed Fight Club. Like. A lot. What an awesome book... and also movie.
I need to read all the books I have in my possession currently, that I haven't yet gotten around to. I want to also read all the books I have loaded into my computer, mainly, I want to read all seven Harry Potter books. Aloud. In German. And finish reading His Dark Materials. I'm currently on the second chapter of the first book, The Golden Compass. Which was something I had always meant to read as a child, but never got around to.
Over all, I need to do much more reading, and much less watching stupid television shows. I sometimes forget how much I love reading and how it very much is my favourite thing to do.
Sous Chef
I've always been really interested in things like cooking and baking.
More recently, I've also been really, really interested in cooking shows. Most of which are hosted/created by Gordon Ramsay. Heston Blumenthal also has a really cool show called Heston's Feasts, in which he does some really interesting and creative things.
But anyway. What I'm getting to, is that I downloaded this computer program the other day called Sous Chef. It's basically a cooking assistant computer program thingy. So, right now, since it's 6:30am, and nothing is opened and I pretty much have nothing at all better to do but stay in bed and wait until I'm no longer ill, I'm scouring through websites I frequent looking for sweet recipes to load into it.
What this means, is that next time you're wanting some yummy sort of something, you should have me come over and make it for you. Because not only do I love cooking and baking, I'm also ridiculously good at it. And, obviously, I'll have a whole tonne of recipes at my disposal so you can just pick what you want.
More recently, I've also been really, really interested in cooking shows. Most of which are hosted/created by Gordon Ramsay. Heston Blumenthal also has a really cool show called Heston's Feasts, in which he does some really interesting and creative things.
But anyway. What I'm getting to, is that I downloaded this computer program the other day called Sous Chef. It's basically a cooking assistant computer program thingy. So, right now, since it's 6:30am, and nothing is opened and I pretty much have nothing at all better to do but stay in bed and wait until I'm no longer ill, I'm scouring through websites I frequent looking for sweet recipes to load into it.
What this means, is that next time you're wanting some yummy sort of something, you should have me come over and make it for you. Because not only do I love cooking and baking, I'm also ridiculously good at it. And, obviously, I'll have a whole tonne of recipes at my disposal so you can just pick what you want.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
This Is Me Complaining
My favourite band, Rammstein, in case you managed to miss that, are coming back to the USA for the first time in 9 years.
They're not doing a US tour.
They're not playing multiple US dates at all.
They're playing one night only at the Madison Square Garden in NYC, on the 11th of December.
I'm not going. I haven't yet decided how pissed off about that I am yet.
Probably not THAT pissed.
Stadium shows aren't really my thing anyway.
Maybe they'll change their minds and come back.
Maybe they won't.
Whatever. It doesn't matter.
Ignore this.
They're not doing a US tour.
They're not playing multiple US dates at all.
They're playing one night only at the Madison Square Garden in NYC, on the 11th of December.
I'm not going. I haven't yet decided how pissed off about that I am yet.
Probably not THAT pissed.
Stadium shows aren't really my thing anyway.
Maybe they'll change their minds and come back.
Maybe they won't.
Whatever. It doesn't matter.
Ignore this.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Don't Take Breathing For Granted
I can finally breathe through my nose again.
Very exciting.
I also no-longer feel like I'm dying.
This isn't even exaggeration. I honestly thought I was dying. Everything felt terrible and I thought I was going to throw up (I don't even know why. I wasn't nauseated.) and that I'd just lie in bed and be weak until I finally died and I was very displeased with the thought that I might die still living in Toronto.
I do NOT want to die still living here. Or any time soon for that matter. I want to be in a real movie first. Or on a tv show or something. And I want to have lived in Europe first. I definitely don't want to die until I'm at least twenty-seven.
I think the Flintstones vitamins helped. That and they are yummy.
Very exciting.
I also no-longer feel like I'm dying.
This isn't even exaggeration. I honestly thought I was dying. Everything felt terrible and I thought I was going to throw up (I don't even know why. I wasn't nauseated.) and that I'd just lie in bed and be weak until I finally died and I was very displeased with the thought that I might die still living in Toronto.
I do NOT want to die still living here. Or any time soon for that matter. I want to be in a real movie first. Or on a tv show or something. And I want to have lived in Europe first. I definitely don't want to die until I'm at least twenty-seven.
I think the Flintstones vitamins helped. That and they are yummy.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Our Favourite Songs Would Always Play For All Eternity
I have always loved this song, and will do forever.
HALLOWEEN!
Here in Toronto, there's always a crazy to-do down in the village on Halloween. I went last year and everyone wanted a picture with me because I went as David Bowie a la Ziggy Stardust (and the day before, I went partying with my friend as Aladdin Sane).
People seem to dig originality in terms of costumes, which is why instead of being someone who's popular now, I want to be someone fucking crazy from the late 70s... or early 90s. Because I'm pretty sure I'll see at least 15 Lady GaGa's.
I've narrowed my choices down to three.
- Debbie Harry
- Nancy Spungen
- Courtney Love
All have blond hair. All are kinda punk. All are fucking nuts. And I'm pretty sure no one else will be being any of them. Because, like the reaction I got from my friend when I told her I wanted to be Courtney Love (or something) shows, who would?
"I think I might be Courtney Love for Halloween."
"Ew. Why?"
"Why not? Who else would do?"
"Oh. True."
I don't want to run into another of myself in the village.
People seem to dig originality in terms of costumes, which is why instead of being someone who's popular now, I want to be someone fucking crazy from the late 70s... or early 90s. Because I'm pretty sure I'll see at least 15 Lady GaGa's.
I've narrowed my choices down to three.
- Debbie Harry
- Nancy Spungen
- Courtney Love
All have blond hair. All are kinda punk. All are fucking nuts. And I'm pretty sure no one else will be being any of them. Because, like the reaction I got from my friend when I told her I wanted to be Courtney Love (or something) shows, who would?
"I think I might be Courtney Love for Halloween."
"Ew. Why?"
"Why not? Who else would do?"
"Oh. True."
I don't want to run into another of myself in the village.
The Captain
Steve Yzerman was the captain of the Red Wings forever. Everyone in Detroit pretty much worships him. Including myself. Even though he's been retired for a while now.
When I was in grade school, I had an Yzerman jersey that I used to wear ALL the time.
I liked it soooo much, that as a punishment, whenever I was being bad, my parents would take it away for me. I'm pretty sure I cried about this at least once.
I have no idea what happened to it, which is very distressing. And yet, at the same time, I somehow doubt it would fit me now. Unfortunately, they're basically impossible to find anymore... and the ones you can find are a. autographed and b. $600.
I DON'T WANT A SIX HUNDRED DOLLAR AUTOGRAPHED YZERMAN JEERSEY!! I just want one I can wear. Oh well. "/
When I was in grade school, I had an Yzerman jersey that I used to wear ALL the time.
I liked it soooo much, that as a punishment, whenever I was being bad, my parents would take it away for me. I'm pretty sure I cried about this at least once.
I have no idea what happened to it, which is very distressing. And yet, at the same time, I somehow doubt it would fit me now. Unfortunately, they're basically impossible to find anymore... and the ones you can find are a. autographed and b. $600.
I DON'T WANT A SIX HUNDRED DOLLAR AUTOGRAPHED YZERMAN JEERSEY!! I just want one I can wear. Oh well. "/
Monday, September 27, 2010
Billy Elliot
Billy Elliot is coming to Toronto at the end of January, which is super exciting because it was one of my favourite movies when I was growing up. I used to sit in the basement and watch it over and over and over again on VHS (so vintage).
I guess Toronto actually does have a lot of theatre productions that go on, but I never really go to see them.
Which is why I'm totally stoked that I've got a ticket to see Billy Elliot on February 9th. ^_^
I had wanted to move this winter... but I guess I'll stay put a while longer. I'm tired of moving mid-winter anyway. It's so shitty.
Vancouver 2011?
I guess Toronto actually does have a lot of theatre productions that go on, but I never really go to see them.
Which is why I'm totally stoked that I've got a ticket to see Billy Elliot on February 9th. ^_^
I had wanted to move this winter... but I guess I'll stay put a while longer. I'm tired of moving mid-winter anyway. It's so shitty.
Vancouver 2011?
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
The Crazy House
A few weeks ago, at about 8 or 9 am, there was a bunch of banging from the wall next to mine. Literally shaking it, and making a ruckus the whole fucking building could hear. The banging had been going on all night. I went next door and knocked politely... and in return, my neighbour screamed at me through the door to get lost.
This morning, after only having fallen asleep about about six. Which was two and a half hours ago, I was once again awoken by banging and pounding. And then screaming out the window. What the fuck. Seriously.
This morning, after only having fallen asleep about about six. Which was two and a half hours ago, I was once again awoken by banging and pounding. And then screaming out the window. What the fuck. Seriously.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Ke$ha(p) Chips
When my friend Ryan and I say Ke$ha, half the time it sounds like ketchup. And Ryan likes coming to visit Canada. But he doesn't like ketchup chips. But I do, so I'm always really excited about KE$HA CHIPS!!!!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!
Mediafire is back.
I guess their servers were just down yesterday.
All is now right with the world.
Had job interview today. Went well.
I guess their servers were just down yesterday.
All is now right with the world.
Had job interview today. Went well.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Just Fucking Kill Me
Ugh. Noooooo.
Mediafire got shut down. Worst news ever. EVER. EVER. EVER.
Now I'll have to use megaupload for all of my piracy. THEY DON'T ALLOW PARALLEL DOWNLOADS FOR FREE USERS. THIS BLOWS.
I'm so sad. :c
Mediafire got shut down. Worst news ever. EVER. EVER. EVER.
Now I'll have to use megaupload for all of my piracy. THEY DON'T ALLOW PARALLEL DOWNLOADS FOR FREE USERS. THIS BLOWS.
I'm so sad. :c
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Ahahahahaha Fuck Off
So last night I was rollerskating around. And I stopped at a street corner... and some ghetto dude came up to me and was like, CAN I ROLLERBLADE WICHU BABY. So I looked down and pointed out that he wasn't wearing rollerblades. And neither was I. For that matter.
"So where are you going?"
"Home."
"Home where?"
"Home."
"Can I come with you?"
"No."
"How about we go to my house instead."
"Ummmmmmm..."
So at this point, a cop car pulled up a little ways away at the red light. And I looked over at them. And the male cop in the driver's seat went, "Haha. She's NOT your type dude." So they had a little discussion about that, before the female cop pointed out that maybe he wasn't my type. At which point he was like, "Tell them!" To me, thinking I'd say he was totally my type and I wanted to go home and fuck the shit out of him.
So I looked at him and told him he wasn't my type AT ALL. And then skated off, mouthing "THANK YOU!!!!" to the cops. At which point I heard him talking to them about how they just let a "fine ass girl" get away from him.
Like what the fuck was he going to do? Kidnap me...
Obviously I said he wasn't my type, which means clearly I wouldn't have been going anywhere with him anyway. The cops didn't even matter. They just made my job of flat out rejection easier.
Sometimes I wish I could be as ugly on the outside as I am on the inside.
"So where are you going?"
"Home."
"Home where?"
"Home."
"Can I come with you?"
"No."
"How about we go to my house instead."
"Ummmmmmm..."
So at this point, a cop car pulled up a little ways away at the red light. And I looked over at them. And the male cop in the driver's seat went, "Haha. She's NOT your type dude." So they had a little discussion about that, before the female cop pointed out that maybe he wasn't my type. At which point he was like, "Tell them!" To me, thinking I'd say he was totally my type and I wanted to go home and fuck the shit out of him.
So I looked at him and told him he wasn't my type AT ALL. And then skated off, mouthing "THANK YOU!!!!" to the cops. At which point I heard him talking to them about how they just let a "fine ass girl" get away from him.
Like what the fuck was he going to do? Kidnap me...
Obviously I said he wasn't my type, which means clearly I wouldn't have been going anywhere with him anyway. The cops didn't even matter. They just made my job of flat out rejection easier.
Sometimes I wish I could be as ugly on the outside as I am on the inside.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
I Don't Know What I Want
And I can't make up my mind.
Do I want to move to England and live there for two years or so... travel around Europe, then come back and move to the west coast?
Do I want to move to Austin, Texas, just for a few months and then jet off to Europe or NYC?
Do I want to move to LA and attempt to break into the entertainment industry?
I have NO idea which of these sounds most appealing.
I know for a fact that I cannot stand to stay in the middle of this continent though. It's driving me completely bonkers.
Do I want to move to England and live there for two years or so... travel around Europe, then come back and move to the west coast?
Do I want to move to Austin, Texas, just for a few months and then jet off to Europe or NYC?
Do I want to move to LA and attempt to break into the entertainment industry?
I have NO idea which of these sounds most appealing.
I know for a fact that I cannot stand to stay in the middle of this continent though. It's driving me completely bonkers.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Another Thing I Love About Oprah Getting Trolled...
Why the fuck does she even say, "He does not forgive. He does not forget." Like... that literally doesn't even make sense in the context. At all... does not forgive and forget what?! It's just randomly there as a glaring clue that a troll is behind it. >_>
Of all the things to decide to read from the message... why did she have to include the key trolling phrases?! "Over 9000 penises." Really? REALLY. You decided to quote that directly?
Ugh. Dumb. <3 troll hard forever.
Of all the things to decide to read from the message... why did she have to include the key trolling phrases?! "Over 9000 penises." Really? REALLY. You decided to quote that directly?
Ugh. Dumb. <3 troll hard forever.
And Also Jensen
This is Jensen Ackles. He's on Supernatural with Jared and Misha. They're all ridiculously yummy and I can barely wait until season 6 starts... ugh. That's the only thing I really, really hate about summer... lack of good television. Oh well... soon, soon, soon.ANOTHER THING. Why are they all married?! Not that I'd want anything to do with them anyway, because they're all super older than me and I'd be in-tents creeped out if any one of them perved on me (well. probably.). But stillllllll.... unmarried dudes... at least you don't feel half as dirty thinking about them naked.
Because like... if a dude is married, then it's like, oh, I'm thinking about your penis... ohnoes... that's kind of your wife's domain... I wonder if she'd hate me? I don't want her to hate me! Her hating me would probably mean you'd hate me too because she's your wife and you should be on her side of things... gah.
So in general single = best.
Beer For Breakfast!
Does anyone else ever wake up feeling like the biggest redneck ever? Like, "Hmm... today, I think I'll have a beer for breakfast, grow a mullet, and then spend the day watching NASCAR!" or... is that just me?
Well... anyway. I definitely have those moments where I'm like, "GOSH! I COULD REALLY USE A NICE COLD BEER RIGHT NOW! but - oh. wait. beer = alcohol. meh. i guess i'll have some water instead."
Thanks to Labatt and my handy-dandy local Metro, I can now act like a total redneck in the morning without feeling like an alcoholic. Yay for non-alcoholic beer.
As to why on earth I would always rather drink non-alcoholic beverages, than alcoholic ones (BECAUSE ALCOHOL IS SO MUCH FUN!!! WAAAAH!!) the answer is simple. Paranoia.
Extreme paranoia keeps me sober. Not paranoia of becoming an alcoholic, I'm not worried about that at all. I know myself well and I know for a fact that the only things I will ever be addicted to are things that don't have unpleasant side-effects, such as looking at cute boys, riding my bicycle, listening to music, and taking up weird hobbies. Things I know I will never be addicted to are as follows: alcohol, cigarettes, all other drugs.
How can I know for sure? BECAUSE I'M PARANOID. Firstly, cigarettes are disgusting and make me dizzy and cough. Alcohol makes people throw up. Drugs also make people throw up. And even if the drugs themselves don't make you throw up, what if you have a bad trip from them, and you get dizzy, and then throw up?!
I'm completely paranoid about throwing up. I never want to do it ever again. I barfed in July and it wasn't all that horrid, really. BUT STILL I NEVER WANT TO DO IT AGAIN.
"Oh, but what about prescription pills?" I fucking hate taking pills. I strongly dislike medicine of any kind. Cold medicine is okay, but I'll bet if you take too much of that, it'll make you vomit as well, so I'd rather not chance it. If I ever have surgery, I don't fucking care how much it hurts, I'm not taking pain pills... I HEAR THEY CAUSE NAUSEA!! No morphine... don't like IVs. Definitely no vicodin. Just... ugh. No. Nothing.
It's funny. I'm far more terrified of anything to do with regurgitation than I am of death. My main motivation in life follows along one basic principal, "make choices based on what won't cause me to vomit".
Clearly I am a mess.
But that's okay. Because I won't throw up. =]
PS. I'M CURRENTLY ADDICTED TO MISHA COLLINS' FACE.
Well... anyway. I definitely have those moments where I'm like, "GOSH! I COULD REALLY USE A NICE COLD BEER RIGHT NOW! but - oh. wait. beer = alcohol. meh. i guess i'll have some water instead."
Thanks to Labatt and my handy-dandy local Metro, I can now act like a total redneck in the morning without feeling like an alcoholic. Yay for non-alcoholic beer.
As to why on earth I would always rather drink non-alcoholic beverages, than alcoholic ones (BECAUSE ALCOHOL IS SO MUCH FUN!!! WAAAAH!!) the answer is simple. Paranoia.
Extreme paranoia keeps me sober. Not paranoia of becoming an alcoholic, I'm not worried about that at all. I know myself well and I know for a fact that the only things I will ever be addicted to are things that don't have unpleasant side-effects, such as looking at cute boys, riding my bicycle, listening to music, and taking up weird hobbies. Things I know I will never be addicted to are as follows: alcohol, cigarettes, all other drugs.
How can I know for sure? BECAUSE I'M PARANOID. Firstly, cigarettes are disgusting and make me dizzy and cough. Alcohol makes people throw up. Drugs also make people throw up. And even if the drugs themselves don't make you throw up, what if you have a bad trip from them, and you get dizzy, and then throw up?!
I'm completely paranoid about throwing up. I never want to do it ever again. I barfed in July and it wasn't all that horrid, really. BUT STILL I NEVER WANT TO DO IT AGAIN.
"Oh, but what about prescription pills?" I fucking hate taking pills. I strongly dislike medicine of any kind. Cold medicine is okay, but I'll bet if you take too much of that, it'll make you vomit as well, so I'd rather not chance it. If I ever have surgery, I don't fucking care how much it hurts, I'm not taking pain pills... I HEAR THEY CAUSE NAUSEA!! No morphine... don't like IVs. Definitely no vicodin. Just... ugh. No. Nothing.
It's funny. I'm far more terrified of anything to do with regurgitation than I am of death. My main motivation in life follows along one basic principal, "make choices based on what won't cause me to vomit".
Clearly I am a mess.
But that's okay. Because I won't throw up. =]
PS. I'M CURRENTLY ADDICTED TO MISHA COLLINS' FACE.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
All About Paedophiles
In middle school, I once got in trouble for asking why paedophiles were called "paedophiles". I was told this question was inappropriate. Which is ridiculous as I was in a fucking assembly being talked at by some moron police officer (I still maintain that most cops are fucking idiots.) about paedophiles and internet predators.
How the fuck was I (at like 13 years old) supposed to know that the prefix pedo had nothing to do with feet? Like really. Why on earth is someone called a paedophile if they have strong urges to fuck children...? Shouldn't they want to fuck pedestrians instead? Really not that hard to confuse. AND. Anyway, how the fuck was I supposed to know that the prefix "pedo" means "children"?
Another thing about paedophiles... and maybe a bit about Oprah (ahahaha!).
This is funny, because she totally got trolled by Anonymous. And it's extra funny because it's really, really obvious... seeing as every /b/tard knows (or should know) the saying, "We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us." And also because "OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAND" is totally an over-used Dragon Ball Z meme that used to be funny, but is now just lame.
Oh how I laugh.
4Chan isn't a paedophile network. It's a troll gathering and picture sharing place. Among other things.
ANYWAY.
For more fun and idiocy, check out encyclopediadramatica.com, knowyourmeme.com, and 4chan.org/b/.
How the fuck was I (at like 13 years old) supposed to know that the prefix pedo had nothing to do with feet? Like really. Why on earth is someone called a paedophile if they have strong urges to fuck children...? Shouldn't they want to fuck pedestrians instead? Really not that hard to confuse. AND. Anyway, how the fuck was I supposed to know that the prefix "pedo" means "children"?
Another thing about paedophiles... and maybe a bit about Oprah (ahahaha!).
This is funny, because she totally got trolled by Anonymous. And it's extra funny because it's really, really obvious... seeing as every /b/tard knows (or should know) the saying, "We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We do not forgive. We do not forget. Expect us." And also because "OVER NINE THOUSAAAAAAAAND" is totally an over-used Dragon Ball Z meme that used to be funny, but is now just lame.
Oh how I laugh.
4Chan isn't a paedophile network. It's a troll gathering and picture sharing place. Among other things.
ANYWAY.
For more fun and idiocy, check out encyclopediadramatica.com, knowyourmeme.com, and 4chan.org/b/.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
DEAR MUMMIE...
I can't remember if I ever told you this, but I find myself eating a chocolate covered banana, which reminds me of the last time I had, one, so I'll just tell you now.
Anyway.
When I was 18, Dollie and I went to Cedar Point and stayed in a motel nearby over night. The first day we were there, you called in the evening just after I had woken up from a nap, and I'm really quite certain you thought I was drunk because of my slurred speech.
I wasn't drunk.
My tongue was being an asshole because I'd just had it pierced twice, and when you get your tongue pierced, you start off okay in the morning, and then as the day goes on, it hurts more and more because you've been talking and eating and so-forth.
The more it hurts, the less you want to move it. The less you move your tongue, the dumber you sound when you're attempting to form coherent sentences.
The moral of this story is that chocolate-covered frozen bananas on sticks are absolutely amazing snacks.
Anyway.
When I was 18, Dollie and I went to Cedar Point and stayed in a motel nearby over night. The first day we were there, you called in the evening just after I had woken up from a nap, and I'm really quite certain you thought I was drunk because of my slurred speech.
I wasn't drunk.
My tongue was being an asshole because I'd just had it pierced twice, and when you get your tongue pierced, you start off okay in the morning, and then as the day goes on, it hurts more and more because you've been talking and eating and so-forth.
The more it hurts, the less you want to move it. The less you move your tongue, the dumber you sound when you're attempting to form coherent sentences.
The moral of this story is that chocolate-covered frozen bananas on sticks are absolutely amazing snacks.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Oh University Parties...
Last night, I went to some crazy party with a bunch of kids in university. I'm fairly certain EVERYONE there was drinking.
Well. Except me.
I was drinking water out of a can of Foster's. Which is funny. It was the most amazing can I've ever seen in my life. It was SO fat! I loved it.
I don't really... "do" drinking like most people do.
I'm sure it's paranoia... because, even though it's never happened to me personally, drinking = drunk = vomit = D: HORRID.
But water's yummy too. =]
Well. Except me.
I was drinking water out of a can of Foster's. Which is funny. It was the most amazing can I've ever seen in my life. It was SO fat! I loved it.
I don't really... "do" drinking like most people do.
I'm sure it's paranoia... because, even though it's never happened to me personally, drinking = drunk = vomit = D: HORRID.
But water's yummy too. =]
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Come Kill Me, Please
I'm listening to Justin Bieber. And loving it. HALP!
Also... I'm just going to leave this here...
HomnomPastalicky.
Also... I'm just going to leave this here...
HomnomPastalicky.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Pastalicky!
I've been watching this show called Supernatural lately, and it's pretty much the TV version of every ghost story I ever heard when I was growing up. I'm currently on the one where the two kids go out and they're in the car... and then the dude with the hook hand comes along, and it's the version where the boy goes out of the car, and then like... disappears. And the girl is like, WHATEVEN?! And then, she hears like... scraping on the roof of the car, and it's the boy's hand because he's dead and hanging from a tree by his feet. This show is basically amazing.
ALSO. Jared Padalecki is suuuper yum.
ALSO. Jared Padalecki is suuuper yum.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Fun Fact
When I was 14, I was in love with Josh Hartnett (I still maintain that we are currently married (...even if he does have a girlfriend... WHATEVER)). ANYWAY. I totally photo-shopped pictures of us together (don't worry, I don't know where they are, and that's the only time I've ever done that. I was 14... whatever) they were hilarious. ALSO we had to do this baby project, where we carried around a bag of flour with some sort of ball attached in a stocking. I named mine Heartnett and the best part was that it had a softball for a head, and the lines on it got a bit smudgy and made it look like it had these freaky-deaky eyebrows... so naturally, it being 3 lines on some nylon and a softball... it looked startlingly like Josh and I. Which is hilarious.
ALSO. When I was in Tasmania, a few days before I turned 15, I had a dream that I was married to Josh Hartnett... and he defs caught me cheating with Ewan McGregor on our living room couch. Which is awesome. Just sayin'.
Especially since I've met Ewan. We kissed.
IT WAS THE BEST EVER. (I like to bring this up constantly. Sorry. It was nearly a year ago, and I'm still way too excited about it.)
ALSO. When I was in Tasmania, a few days before I turned 15, I had a dream that I was married to Josh Hartnett... and he defs caught me cheating with Ewan McGregor on our living room couch. Which is awesome. Just sayin'.
Especially since I've met Ewan. We kissed.
IT WAS THE BEST EVER. (I like to bring this up constantly. Sorry. It was nearly a year ago, and I'm still way too excited about it.)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Meat Loaf
I'm listening to Paradise By The Dashboard Lights by Meat Loaf, which reminded me of this once when I was in school, and I was listening to Meat Loaf, and my teacher came over and started singing along to this song.
It was really funny.
It was really funny.
I Want To Be An Evacuee
A few months ago, I read this article, and it's been sitting at the back of my mind since then.
The main point being that no one really dresses like that anymore, do they? It's funny, really. Since I don't actually even know what an evacuee is exactly... But I'm assuming it was someone sent away from cities in England to go live in the country side to avoid the blitzkrieg during World War II.
So not only does it involve high socks and sensible shoes, there are also interesting hairstyles, and odd foods to go along with it. Since food rationing happened then as well. Anyway, I'm in the middle of reading another article about evacuees/English fashion in the 1940s, and I think I might give it a try.
Just for funsies.
The main point being that no one really dresses like that anymore, do they? It's funny, really. Since I don't actually even know what an evacuee is exactly... But I'm assuming it was someone sent away from cities in England to go live in the country side to avoid the blitzkrieg during World War II.
So not only does it involve high socks and sensible shoes, there are also interesting hairstyles, and odd foods to go along with it. Since food rationing happened then as well. Anyway, I'm in the middle of reading another article about evacuees/English fashion in the 1940s, and I think I might give it a try.
Just for funsies.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sparkles
I'm moving to England in two
years.
I'm super excited.
This is how excited I am.
There are SPARKLES is how
excited I am.
I can't wait.
I so tired of the weather and
food here.
oh bugger.
well. there WERE sparkles.
maybe i have fixed it now?
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Most Annoying Question In The World:
"So what's a pretty girl like you doing single?"
A. I'm completely fucking psycho.
B. I hate everyone.
C. I hate being hit on.
D. I don't want to have sex with anyone. Ever.
E. I can't stand clingy people, and dudes always get clingy.
F. I want to do WHAT I want WHEN I want. Your plans don't factor into it.
G. The only people I'm attracted to are either people I don't know, or characters (nom nom sirius black).
H. Vibrators are always better than guys.
I. They are also better company... they don't talk.
J. I get far too bored, far too quickly for relationships.
K. I just don't want to be in a relationship at all. Ever.
L. I can't form normal emotional attachments... and don't want to.
M. I don't like physical contact. I don't want to cuddle with anyone... except animals.
N. I don't want or need that much attention from any one person.
O. Couples are annoying.
P. I have days on end where I feel like being alone all the time.
Q. I will always be more in love with Till Lindemann, Richard Kruspe, Christoph Schneider, and Ewan McGregor, than anyone I could ever meet (apart from Ewan himself).
R. I will never care about you more than I care about myself. And don't want to.
S. I hate having to deal with other people's shit and drama.
None of the above applies to friends... well. Actually. Some of it does.
But anyway. That's the long answer as to why I'm single and always will be.
A. I'm completely fucking psycho.
B. I hate everyone.
C. I hate being hit on.
D. I don't want to have sex with anyone. Ever.
E. I can't stand clingy people, and dudes always get clingy.
F. I want to do WHAT I want WHEN I want. Your plans don't factor into it.
G. The only people I'm attracted to are either people I don't know, or characters (nom nom sirius black).
H. Vibrators are always better than guys.
I. They are also better company... they don't talk.
J. I get far too bored, far too quickly for relationships.
K. I just don't want to be in a relationship at all. Ever.
L. I can't form normal emotional attachments... and don't want to.
M. I don't like physical contact. I don't want to cuddle with anyone... except animals.
N. I don't want or need that much attention from any one person.
O. Couples are annoying.
P. I have days on end where I feel like being alone all the time.
Q. I will always be more in love with Till Lindemann, Richard Kruspe, Christoph Schneider, and Ewan McGregor, than anyone I could ever meet (apart from Ewan himself).
R. I will never care about you more than I care about myself. And don't want to.
S. I hate having to deal with other people's shit and drama.
None of the above applies to friends... well. Actually. Some of it does.
But anyway. That's the long answer as to why I'm single and always will be.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I Have The Blotchiest Tan Ever
And I love it.
It almost looks like I have freckles on my back and shoulders. <3
It almost looks like I have freckles on my back and shoulders. <3
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Canadian Accents Are Funny
I see you there.
Laughing at the way I pronounce "crayons".
But know what?
It's okay. Because I'm laughing at your entire vocabulary.
"Soorry" "Tomoorrow" "Eh?!"
Oh yeah.
But anyway. The funniest part about this video is that my Uncle Bill TOTALLY talks like that. Like. Totally.
So I pretty much died laughing.
Laughing at the way I pronounce "crayons".
But know what?
It's okay. Because I'm laughing at your entire vocabulary.
"Soorry" "Tomoorrow" "Eh?!"
Oh yeah.
But anyway. The funniest part about this video is that my Uncle Bill TOTALLY talks like that. Like. Totally.
So I pretty much died laughing.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Harry Potter Is Thirty Years Old
Technically.
Since he was technically born in 1980.
But I always like to think of him as my age.
ALSO.
It's JK Rowling's birthday today as well.
Ohmylife would be so different if she didn't exist. The whole world would be different. People wouldn't be half as awesome.
I'm so fucking old, I remember a world where Harry Potter wasn't mainstream. I remember wondering what on earth would happen next. I distinctly remember spending 4 midnights of my life, waiting in line at Borders for the next book... and then barely being able to wait the ride home to read it.
So happy birthday to you Harry Potter, the boy who lived. <3
Since he was technically born in 1980.
But I always like to think of him as my age.
ALSO.
It's JK Rowling's birthday today as well.
Ohmylife would be so different if she didn't exist. The whole world would be different. People wouldn't be half as awesome.
I'm so fucking old, I remember a world where Harry Potter wasn't mainstream. I remember wondering what on earth would happen next. I distinctly remember spending 4 midnights of my life, waiting in line at Borders for the next book... and then barely being able to wait the ride home to read it.
So happy birthday to you Harry Potter, the boy who lived. <3
Friday, July 30, 2010
Things To Do Before I Die
My mum thinks that my only goal in life or something was to see Silverstein as often as possible. It's not. So. Here are (almost) all of the things I want to do before I die.
1. Surf pipeline on the north shore of Oahu.
2. Live in Hawaii.
3. Work in a surf shop.
4. Play on a roller derby team.
5. Go to Austin, Texas.
6. Live in Europe.
7. Be in a movie.
8. See Rammstein play live.
9. Get my left arm tattooed from wrist to shoulder.
10. Meet Bill Nighy.
11. Write a novel.
12. Go to New Zealand.
13. Work in a chocolate factory.
14. Work in a skate shop.
15. Have plastic surgery.
16. Be a snowboarding instructor for at least one season.
17. Become fluent in another language.
18. Work at Disney World.
19. Go to Japan.
20. Build my own bike, starting with a bare frame.
1. Surf pipeline on the north shore of Oahu.
2. Live in Hawaii.
3. Work in a surf shop.
4. Play on a roller derby team.
5. Go to Austin, Texas.
6. Live in Europe.
7. Be in a movie.
8. See Rammstein play live.
9. Get my left arm tattooed from wrist to shoulder.
10. Meet Bill Nighy.
11. Write a novel.
12. Go to New Zealand.
13. Work in a chocolate factory.
14. Work in a skate shop.
15. Have plastic surgery.
16. Be a snowboarding instructor for at least one season.
17. Become fluent in another language.
18. Work at Disney World.
19. Go to Japan.
20. Build my own bike, starting with a bare frame.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
AHAHAHAHAHAHA HOME!!!!!! HOME HOME HOME!!!
I am SO excited to be home, you don't even know.
My mummie is coming to visit in less than a week (yay!), and my friend Ryan is coming to visit at the beginning of next month.
But, until then, I have days all by myself to go surfing, rollerskating, and ABOVE ALL MY FAVOURITE ACTIVITY ON EARTH....
BIKING!!!!
I'm so happy. ^_^
My mummie is coming to visit in less than a week (yay!), and my friend Ryan is coming to visit at the beginning of next month.
But, until then, I have days all by myself to go surfing, rollerskating, and ABOVE ALL MY FAVOURITE ACTIVITY ON EARTH....
BIKING!!!!
I'm so happy. ^_^
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I Refuse To Admit That This Is A Sunburn, Home Sick Edition
I'm a bit toasted.
A bit crispy.
Deeply tanned.
But certainly not burnt.
Even though my skin is red.
And it stings.
But it's not peeling.
I doubt it will.
No. This is not a burn.
I don't get burnt.
Certainly not in California, anyway. I only get sunburns in the Caribbean.
As usual, though, I'm home sick.
For New York City.
For Europe.
For Pleasant Ridge.
But most of all, for Toronto.
I want to sleep in my crap "bed".
And make disgusting food in my "kitchen".
I want to get off in my "apartment".
I miss my bike. So much. I miss feeling that free.
I miss my friends. I can't wait to go to the beach and to movies with them.
I miss my knee pads. Forget rollerskating without them.
I miss Canada's drinking laws. Because even though I don't really drink, it's always nice to not have people say, "No. You're too young."
And for the love of God, I miss my fucking vibrator. And living alone, for that matter.
I miss my high-speed wireless internet connection.
I miss my dvd collection.
I miss Parkdale.
I miss the summer weather.
I miss sesame snaps.
I can't wait to go surfing on Lake Ontario.
I can't wait to play soccer on the nude beach on the Islands.
I can't wait to get back to the bike shop.
I can't wait to have my Mum visit.
I can't wait to be naked all the time.
I can't wait to reunite Jimmy and troll Toronto.
I can't wait for late night bike rides, midnight swims, and falling off surfboards.
I can't wait to celebrate Harry Potter's birthday with my bestfriend.
I can't wait to be home.
A bit crispy.
Deeply tanned.
But certainly not burnt.
Even though my skin is red.
And it stings.
But it's not peeling.
I doubt it will.
No. This is not a burn.
I don't get burnt.
Certainly not in California, anyway. I only get sunburns in the Caribbean.
As usual, though, I'm home sick.
For New York City.
For Europe.
For Pleasant Ridge.
But most of all, for Toronto.
I want to sleep in my crap "bed".
And make disgusting food in my "kitchen".
I want to get off in my "apartment".
I miss my bike. So much. I miss feeling that free.
I miss my friends. I can't wait to go to the beach and to movies with them.
I miss my knee pads. Forget rollerskating without them.
I miss Canada's drinking laws. Because even though I don't really drink, it's always nice to not have people say, "No. You're too young."
And for the love of God, I miss my fucking vibrator. And living alone, for that matter.
I miss my high-speed wireless internet connection.
I miss my dvd collection.
I miss Parkdale.
I miss the summer weather.
I miss sesame snaps.
I can't wait to go surfing on Lake Ontario.
I can't wait to play soccer on the nude beach on the Islands.
I can't wait to get back to the bike shop.
I can't wait to have my Mum visit.
I can't wait to be naked all the time.
I can't wait to reunite Jimmy and troll Toronto.
I can't wait for late night bike rides, midnight swims, and falling off surfboards.
I can't wait to celebrate Harry Potter's birthday with my bestfriend.
I can't wait to be home.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
My Mother Is In The Kitchen
In a clever black plastic box. When I die, I want to be in a black plastic box too. I fully intend to keep said box for later. Its quite handy and would be waste to throw away.
I doubt anyone else wants it.
The reason it's so heavy is because of her bones. It's interesting, really, how much heavier ashes are than you would think they'd be.
I doubt anyone else wants it.
The reason it's so heavy is because of her bones. It's interesting, really, how much heavier ashes are than you would think they'd be.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Up Chuck
The last time I threw up, I was 18 and it was the day after Thanks Giving. Yummy! I had the stomach flu and barfed popcorn all over my mom's bed... Which I, of course, thought was hilarious.
But I'm usually pretty good at not making too big of a mess. Actually. This is a lie. It's about 50/50.
Anyway, this afternoon, I puked tomato soup, bile, and water. Which was cool because it just tasted like puke and I won't be traumatized by tomato soup or anything.
I love how much I don't mind throwing up in comparison to how much I do mind anyone throwing up anywhere near me. The only thing I mind so much is that godawful retching noise... Am I being gross? Oh well. It's MY blog. I just covered my ears and turned on the bath water.
Morbid fascination. Whatever.
But I'm usually pretty good at not making too big of a mess. Actually. This is a lie. It's about 50/50.
Anyway, this afternoon, I puked tomato soup, bile, and water. Which was cool because it just tasted like puke and I won't be traumatized by tomato soup or anything.
I love how much I don't mind throwing up in comparison to how much I do mind anyone throwing up anywhere near me. The only thing I mind so much is that godawful retching noise... Am I being gross? Oh well. It's MY blog. I just covered my ears and turned on the bath water.
Morbid fascination. Whatever.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
:{D
That's my new "pervert face" emoticon.
I use it when I see pictures of people like Robert Downey Jr.
I hope you like it.
My friend calls it my "raep fais".
I use it when I see pictures of people like Robert Downey Jr.
I hope you like it.
My friend calls it my "raep fais".
Thursday, July 1, 2010
The Worst Thing Ever
The worst thing that will ever happen to you and your mouth, is when you spy some chocolate chip cookies, and you grab one and start eating it... ^_^
Only to realize that that shit is rasins. -_-
That's some fucked up shit. :<
Only to realize that that shit is rasins. -_-
That's some fucked up shit. :<
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Happy Birthday To Me
Toooday, I went downtown to buy a train ticket home to Windsor and hung out at Eaton Centre for a bit. I managed to find myself in Indigo, which was cool. They were having some crazy sale, so I picked up some books for myself. I got the PETA Vegan College Cookbook, where every recipe only requires a microwave to cook and they all seem suuuper badass. I also got "Roots" by Alex Haley, "On The Road" by Jack Kerouac, and "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" by Ken Kesey.
Sliding In The Rain
The day before my birthday, my friend and I went riding downtown in the rain. We had some reason for doing this... Oh. Right. We were going to go see if Fressen had any openings. But... we got side-tracked by riding around in the rain with the riot cops who had come to celebrate my birthday and sort of forgot. We ended up getting some super nommy sushi instead. But anyway my (least) favourite part of the night was when I rode into some street car tracks and was vaulted from my bike and onto the wet asphalt. I slid 3 feet along the road... which was sort of fun and would have been more fun if I had been wearing pants and shoes instead of shorts and flip-flops.
Every time I fall off my bike, my first reaction is, "BAHAHAHA!!!" my second is, "OH GOD, IS MY BIKE OKAY?!?!?!" and on Saturday, my third was, "Where the fuck has my flip-flop gotten to?". I let everyone else worry about the, "OH GOD ARE YOU OKAY!?!!?" part.
As evidenced in the photograph above, I took off some layers of skin. Which didn't hurt at all just then because of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. They started to hurt a bit later on our way to get sushi. And while I was sitting in the sushi restaurant, everything decided to swell from impact and it just super sucked.
It kinda ruined my whole birthday a little bit, since the original plan had been to get a soccer ball (which I did get from my bestfriend) and play soccer the whole weekend. Unfortunately for me, I won't be able to play with the lovely ball properly until everything heals and I'm home again. By which point in time, it'll be the end of July. What a bummer!!!
On the bright side, my bike was technically an early birthday present from my late mother, so I've been getting a whole lot of use out of that! I'm a superfan of it, and it's a real pal. Too bad I can't take it to California with me... but then again, with those hills, would I really want to?
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
To Put It Bluntly...
When someone unattractive tells me I'm hot, I don't think much of it.
When someone unintelligent tells me they think I'm really smart, I don't think much of it.
When someone I don't really respect, tells me they think I'm awesome, I really don't care.
However, when someone I have a great deal of respect and admiration for, sends me a thank you card telling me that I saved them in somehow, and that I'm heroic, it means a lot to me. It turns my insides into nommy happy warm gooey, and makes me smile all day.
Thanks for the card Mum.
When someone unintelligent tells me they think I'm really smart, I don't think much of it.
When someone I don't really respect, tells me they think I'm awesome, I really don't care.
However, when someone I have a great deal of respect and admiration for, sends me a thank you card telling me that I saved them in somehow, and that I'm heroic, it means a lot to me. It turns my insides into nommy happy warm gooey, and makes me smile all day.
Thanks for the card Mum.
Friday, June 18, 2010
What The FUCK Koman Coulibaly?!
What the hell was that call?!
No one was offsides, that goal was PRISTINE. Seriously! You can even see it in the re-plays.
Observe:
Okay. So. That WOULD have been the winning goal, but Coulibaly called it offsides... which it CLEARLY was not.
Suffice it to say, we were robbed and I am angry.
No one was offsides, that goal was PRISTINE. Seriously! You can even see it in the re-plays.
Observe:
Okay. So. That WOULD have been the winning goal, but Coulibaly called it offsides... which it CLEARLY was not.
Suffice it to say, we were robbed and I am angry.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Photoxcursions
I went on a photo excursion this morning.
And since today was terrible and I woke up far to early, I am now going to sleep.
But before I forget, I edited and uploaded all photos from said excursion to my photoblog. That's here. When I wake up, it'll only be 9 days until I turn twenty.
What an unpleasant thought. Nine days is ever so close to a week.
And since today was terrible and I woke up far to early, I am now going to sleep.
But before I forget, I edited and uploaded all photos from said excursion to my photoblog. That's here. When I wake up, it'll only be 9 days until I turn twenty.
What an unpleasant thought. Nine days is ever so close to a week.
The Only Thing Worse...
The only thing worse than you mother dying,
is having a dream where she was still alive... and then died.
And then waking up to realize that, in fact,
your mother actually is dead.
It really fucking sucks.
is having a dream where she was still alive... and then died.
And then waking up to realize that, in fact,
your mother actually is dead.
It really fucking sucks.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Zpeshul FX Zomg
Yeah. I don't know what's up with that title. Oh wells.
Anyway, go check out my photo blog because I did some really awesome photo-editing.
That would be here. < Clicky.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I'm Late. I Know.
I went to New York, etc, back in April and took a bunch of pictures... annnnnd then never posted them up anywhere. So here they are on my photoblog.
World Cup Summer
!!!! YES!!! FINALLY!!! IT'S HERE!!! THE WORLD CUP!!!
I've literally been waiting for this week since I was like fifteen years old, nearly sixteen. The World Cup has begun and all hell has broken loose over in Europe. I'm so jealous that I am not over there. I am determined to be there in 2014.
But I digress.
None of my friends seem to care that it's a World Cup summer... which is sad, because if they had ever been to Europe during one... gah... it's like magic.
I wish it were more like that over here. I mean... it's way better in Canada than in the United States. I went to Sneaky Dee's last night and they had flags of the World up... and College St. was a party. But it's nothing compared to Europe.
I really miss being in Amsterdam... party city. I remember when France won the quarter finals or something like that, there were literally people screaming and running through the streets with the French flag, celebrating.
I somewhat doubt that will happen here.
Oh well, it's better than being in Michigan where no one has a clue that the rest of the world is in a celebratory uproar the size of the Olympics. So lame. I wish North America was more European... I bet they're going crazy down in South America.
My South African friend Lees is so lucky! She's going to see Germany play Australia tonight!!! SO. JEALOUS! I would LOVE to see either of those teams play, and I'll for sure be watching it on a livestream... but it's not the same as being there! I remember being sixteen and all I wanted was to go to Germany and watch the matches from the stadiums. But being in Italy was for sure the next best thing.
I'm so disappointed in North America... ugh.
I've literally been waiting for this week since I was like fifteen years old, nearly sixteen. The World Cup has begun and all hell has broken loose over in Europe. I'm so jealous that I am not over there. I am determined to be there in 2014.
But I digress.
None of my friends seem to care that it's a World Cup summer... which is sad, because if they had ever been to Europe during one... gah... it's like magic.
I wish it were more like that over here. I mean... it's way better in Canada than in the United States. I went to Sneaky Dee's last night and they had flags of the World up... and College St. was a party. But it's nothing compared to Europe.
I really miss being in Amsterdam... party city. I remember when France won the quarter finals or something like that, there were literally people screaming and running through the streets with the French flag, celebrating.
I somewhat doubt that will happen here.
Oh well, it's better than being in Michigan where no one has a clue that the rest of the world is in a celebratory uproar the size of the Olympics. So lame. I wish North America was more European... I bet they're going crazy down in South America.
My South African friend Lees is so lucky! She's going to see Germany play Australia tonight!!! SO. JEALOUS! I would LOVE to see either of those teams play, and I'll for sure be watching it on a livestream... but it's not the same as being there! I remember being sixteen and all I wanted was to go to Germany and watch the matches from the stadiums. But being in Italy was for sure the next best thing.
I'm so disappointed in North America... ugh.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
I Want To Go Wash Birds
Seriously. I wanna go down to the Gulf of Mexico and go clean those poor oil covered birds off.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Sailing, Sailing, Over the Bounding Main
I want to sail around the world.
Just sayin'... sounds fun.
Lots of fun. Since... y'know... you get to see the entire world, and don't have to pay rent at all. ^_^
Just sayin'... sounds fun.
Lots of fun. Since... y'know... you get to see the entire world, and don't have to pay rent at all. ^_^
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Top Five
So, I've decided to compile a bunch of top-5 lists. Five because I'm fairly certain I won't be able to come up with 10 things and any other number would irritate me. I'm a little (lot) bit OCD. ALSO. I'm a total cinema geek, so most of this list is about films/actors/directors.
Male Actors:
1. Bill Nighy
2. Ewan McGregor
3. Robert Downey Jr.
4. Christoph Waltz
5. Terry O'Quinn
6. Russell Brand
Female Actors:
1. Kat Dennings
2. Drew Barrymore
3. Kate Winslet
4. Kristen Stewart
5. Ari Graynor
British Comedies:
1. Love Actually
2. St. Trinian's
3. Bridget Jones
4. The Boat That Rocked
5. Billy Elliot
New Movies:
1. Get Him To The Greek
2. The Runaways
3. Iron Man 2
Dustin Hoffman Movies:
1. Wag The Dog
2. Hook
3. Finding Neverland
4. The Graduate
5. Perfume: Story Of A Murderer
Directors:
1. Steven Spielberg
2. Quentin Tarantino
3. Tim Burton
4. Peter Jackson
5. Ridley Scott
Burton Movies:
1. A Nightmare Before Christmas
2. Batman
3. Sweeney Todd
4. Sleepy Hollow
5. Edward Scissorhands
Spielberg Movies:
1. Jurassic Park
2. Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade
3. Jaws
4. E.T.
5. Saving Private Ryan
Tarantino Movies:
1. Kill Bill 1&2
2. Inglourious Basterds
3. Death Proof
4. Reservoir Dogs
5. Pulp Fiction
80s Movies:
1. Ferris Bueller's Day Off
2. Sixteen Candles
3. The Breakfast Club
4. War Games
5. Pretty In Pink
Horror Films:
1. The Shining
2. Dracula
3. Frankenstein
4. A Nightmare On Elm Street
5. The Exorcist
TV Shows:
1. Grey's Anatomy
2. Coupling
3. Glee
4. Bones
5. The Mentalist
Guilty Pleasures:
1. Lost
2. "One Time" by Justin Bieber
3. Zac Efron
4. Reading bad fanfiction aloud
5. Going to the Trash Palace on Friday nights
Books:
1. Harry Potter 1-7
2. Where The Red Fern Grows
3. Fight Club
4. What My Mother Doesn't Know
5. Jurassic Park
6. Rebecca
7. Romeo and Juliet
8. Bridget Jones
9. To Kill A Mocking Bird
10. Angels and Demons
Cities To Eat In:
1. Rome, Italy
2. New York City, USA
3. Sydney, Australia
4. Amsterdam, Netherlands
5. Fort Augustus, Scotland
Countries To Support In The World Cup:
1. England
2. Germany
3. USA
4. Italy
5. Denmark
Countries I Want To Visit:
1. Germany
2. Denmark
3. New Zealand
4. South Africa
5. Greece
Countries I want To Return To:
1. The United Kingdom
2. Australia
3. The United States
4. The Netherlands
5. Saint Lucia
People I Want To Meet:
1. Bill Nighy
2. JK Rowling
3. Barack Obama
4. Till Lindemann
5. Richard Kruspe
6. Christoph Schneider
7. Christoph Waltz
8. Paul Landers
9. Olli Riedel
Bands I'd Kill To See:
1. Rammstein
2. Jawbreaker
3. Lady GaGa
4. Kid Dynamite
5. The Hold Steady
Bands I Can Listen To All Day:
1. Rammstein
2. Jawbreaker
3. Silverstein
4. ABBA
5. The Beatles
Artists To Dance To:
1. Rammstein
2. Lady GaGa
3. Ke$ha
4. ABBA
5. The A-Teens
Stores:
1. American Apparel
2. Urban Outfitters
3. Salvation Army
4. Forever 21
5. Mother Fletcher's
Cities To Live In:
1. Edinburgh
2. London
3. Berlin
4. Seattle
5. Toronto
Summer Activities:
1. Biking
2. Swimming
3. Window shopping
4. Roller skating
5. Dancing in the streets
Winter Activities:
1. Snowboarding
2. Sledding
3. Driving
4. Snow angels
5. Cuddling
Reasons I Fall Off My Bike:
1. Rode into one of the street-car rails and my wheel got stuck
2. Hit an uneven sidewalk weird
3. Going too slow trying to squeeze through places
4. Tried to track-stand
5. Tried to pedal backwards
Dream Jobs:
1. Movie star
2. Paleontologist
3. Neurosurgeon
4. Piercer
5. Marine archaeologist
6. Photographer
Favourite Animals:
1. Mice
2. Snakes
3. Cats
4. Horses
5. Foxes
Favourite Dinosaurs:
1. Apatosaurus
2. Tyrannosaurus rex
3. Procompsognathus
4. Gallimimus
5. Brachiosaurus
6. Spinosaurus
7. Velociraptor
8. Triceratops
9. Stegosaurus
10. Supersaurus
This is all for now. I am open to suggestions.
Male Actors:
1. Bill Nighy
2. Ewan McGregor
3. Robert Downey Jr.
4. Christoph Waltz
5. Terry O'Quinn
6. Russell Brand
Female Actors:
1. Kat Dennings
2. Drew Barrymore
3. Kate Winslet
4. Kristen Stewart
5. Ari Graynor
British Comedies:
1. Love Actually
2. St. Trinian's
3. Bridget Jones
4. The Boat That Rocked
5. Billy Elliot
New Movies:
1. Get Him To The Greek
2. The Runaways
3. Iron Man 2
Dustin Hoffman Movies:
1. Wag The Dog
2. Hook
3. Finding Neverland
4. The Graduate
5. Perfume: Story Of A Murderer
Directors:
1. Steven Spielberg
2. Quentin Tarantino
3. Tim Burton
4. Peter Jackson
5. Ridley Scott
Burton Movies:
1. A Nightmare Before Christmas
2. Batman
3. Sweeney Todd
4. Sleepy Hollow
5. Edward Scissorhands
Spielberg Movies:
1. Jurassic Park
2. Indiana Jones And The Last Crusade
3. Jaws
4. E.T.
5. Saving Private Ryan
Tarantino Movies:
1. Kill Bill 1&2
2. Inglourious Basterds
3. Death Proof
4. Reservoir Dogs
5. Pulp Fiction
80s Movies:
1. Ferris Bueller's Day Off
2. Sixteen Candles
3. The Breakfast Club
4. War Games
5. Pretty In Pink
Horror Films:
1. The Shining
2. Dracula
3. Frankenstein
4. A Nightmare On Elm Street
5. The Exorcist
TV Shows:
1. Grey's Anatomy
2. Coupling
3. Glee
4. Bones
5. The Mentalist
Guilty Pleasures:
1. Lost
2. "One Time" by Justin Bieber
3. Zac Efron
4. Reading bad fanfiction aloud
5. Going to the Trash Palace on Friday nights
Books:
1. Harry Potter 1-7
2. Where The Red Fern Grows
3. Fight Club
4. What My Mother Doesn't Know
5. Jurassic Park
6. Rebecca
7. Romeo and Juliet
8. Bridget Jones
9. To Kill A Mocking Bird
10. Angels and Demons
Cities To Eat In:
1. Rome, Italy
2. New York City, USA
3. Sydney, Australia
4. Amsterdam, Netherlands
5. Fort Augustus, Scotland
Countries To Support In The World Cup:
1. England
2. Germany
3. USA
4. Italy
5. Denmark
Countries I Want To Visit:
1. Germany
2. Denmark
3. New Zealand
4. South Africa
5. Greece
Countries I want To Return To:
1. The United Kingdom
2. Australia
3. The United States
4. The Netherlands
5. Saint Lucia
People I Want To Meet:
1. Bill Nighy
2. JK Rowling
3. Barack Obama
4. Till Lindemann
5. Richard Kruspe
6. Christoph Schneider
7. Christoph Waltz
8. Paul Landers
9. Olli Riedel
Bands I'd Kill To See:
1. Rammstein
2. Jawbreaker
3. Lady GaGa
4. Kid Dynamite
5. The Hold Steady
Bands I Can Listen To All Day:
1. Rammstein
2. Jawbreaker
3. Silverstein
4. ABBA
5. The Beatles
Artists To Dance To:
1. Rammstein
2. Lady GaGa
3. Ke$ha
4. ABBA
5. The A-Teens
Stores:
1. American Apparel
2. Urban Outfitters
3. Salvation Army
4. Forever 21
5. Mother Fletcher's
Cities To Live In:
1. Edinburgh
2. London
3. Berlin
4. Seattle
5. Toronto
Summer Activities:
1. Biking
2. Swimming
3. Window shopping
4. Roller skating
5. Dancing in the streets
Winter Activities:
1. Snowboarding
2. Sledding
3. Driving
4. Snow angels
5. Cuddling
Reasons I Fall Off My Bike:
1. Rode into one of the street-car rails and my wheel got stuck
2. Hit an uneven sidewalk weird
3. Going too slow trying to squeeze through places
4. Tried to track-stand
5. Tried to pedal backwards
Dream Jobs:
1. Movie star
2. Paleontologist
3. Neurosurgeon
4. Piercer
5. Marine archaeologist
6. Photographer
Favourite Animals:
1. Mice
2. Snakes
3. Cats
4. Horses
5. Foxes
Favourite Dinosaurs:
1. Apatosaurus
2. Tyrannosaurus rex
3. Procompsognathus
4. Gallimimus
5. Brachiosaurus
6. Spinosaurus
7. Velociraptor
8. Triceratops
9. Stegosaurus
10. Supersaurus
This is all for now. I am open to suggestions.
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