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I'm feeling fairly cheerful, if headachey, eyeachey, heartachey and all the rest, so I thought I'd write a happy little entry to counter all of my usual emo-y self-piteous drivel :)
Tomorrow night I'm going to see New Moon. I kid you not. Because I will put up with such rubbish in the name of being a good friend [and perverse curosity] :D
The day after tomorrow I'm going to a geek convention, for things I'm not really a geek of, because I'm a good friend! Okay, now I'm just singing my own praises. We all know I don't do anything unless I'm gaining from it. Still, I do feel loved ^_^
Love for people! For once. Kind of.
Maybe.
Oh yeah. Love for /most/ people. No love for people who fuck with people I love. I need an axe. Can you stab love back into a relationship? And trust? And lust? ...Well I can damn well try!
I decided to write because I was watching the videos from my 18th and I find me and Amber hilarious. Nobody else does, which makes it funnier somehow :D
Amber: It's cold!
Me: Well put your trousers on then!!
Me: Shhhhh because the neighbours are sleeping! [It's hilarious, because I shout it xD ]
Various comments about how much I love Dalwinder [Not funny because I don't, but funny because, well, why am I thinking about Dalwinder?]
Me: We're recording this for posterity
Amber: Posterityy!!! ... Prostitutes! And prostates!
During all of it I was worrying about housekeeping.
You know what? Nobody but me cares about this :D I'll be quiet. Just know it is amazing :D Awesome night. Awesommmmme.
I'm so tall and lanky.
Today was nice. I wore makeup and my yukata and people said how nice I looked. Insulting as they think I look so terrible the rest of the time, but still. Kind of nice. Ish.
The person who admitted I'm not repulsive cheered me up. That wasn't prompted by the outfit.
I'll be quiet now.
- Mood:
cheerful
Well, I suppose I am due another journal entry.
My eyes ache a little. This might not be very long.
( Quick update on the cut and thrust of my excitement and intriegue-filled life! )
- Mood:
blah - Music:A Night At The Roses- Dresden Dolls
Right. It's been a bit of a mad time recently, but I reckon I should post before Samhain just to finish off the year properly, so I'm writing this regardless.
Don't expect much of this to make sense. The tipsiness is giving way to the fatigue and it's complicating my sentence structure.
- Mood:
tired - Music:Akercocke- Words That Go Unspoken
( Concerning art, and love, and why socks with eyes are great )
- Location:Here. Now. Then.
- Mood:
artistic - Music:Astronaut- Amanda Palmer
I have put on The Lion King soundtrack so this won't be a depressing blog :D
( This is to clear my head more than anything, but it's obviously not private )
- Mood:
determined - Music:Hakuna Matata
- Mood: blah
- Music:World/Inferno Friendship Society- Leni Riefenstahl at the end of time
It doesn't have to be long. It doesn't have to be short. You don't even have to show me, if you don't want to.
It just has to be written.
Really this is an exercise in flexing my power. It's been a little too long since I've had control over a group of people, and my subconcious doesn't like being the beta female. Or the psi female.
But I rationalise this! Through art! Or rather, creative writing.
Take a prompt.
Write something about it.
Put it somewhere.
Anywhere.
Even nowhere.
Your muse is waiting:
A city, the streets paved with time
A train full of silent women, plowing into oblivion
Heads made of light
A small piece of blue cardboard
A plum, sweet and tart and cold
A were-goldfish, transforming into a wolf only at full moon
A weasel holidaying with two old women
Gryphons shouldn't marry
Vampires don't dance
A man who inherits a library card to the library in Alexandria
A rose bush, a nightingale, and a black rubber dog-collar
A man who falls in love with a paper doll
The sun setting over the parthenon
Shark's teeth soup
An old man in Snderland who owned the universe [It was in a jam-jar, inside a dusty cupboard under his stairs]
A sestina about silence, using the key words Dark, Ragged, Never, Screaming, Fire, Kiss
A biography of Keats, from the Lamia's viewpoint
Magical and alchemical traditions seen as a cargo cult
Aureolus Theophrastus Bombastes Paracelsus and Raymond Lulli were the same man
Get writing.
Go on then.
[[These prompts are from Calliope, one of The Sandman comics by Neil Gaiman. Some of them have been copied here word-for-word from the book, so I'm probably in breach of some copyright legislation. This has only been done to spread, well, primarily to make people write. People don't do that enough. The secondary reason is to get people perhaps interested in reading the book the prompts came from. I'm not claiming these ideas as mine because they're not. I didn't come up with them. Neil Gaiman did. He's a God, go read one of his books. Or just google him.]]
- Location:Your mind
I was sitting here at my computer, contemplating buying World/Infero Friendship Society CDs and Yuri/bondage tshirts. I was actually thinking about the BDSM in my life, and how it's there without the sex, and how it's.... It needs a blog of it's own.
And Dad called up the stairs: "There's a bit on the telly about graphic novels from the festival, Holly"
"Alright, I'll come down." *sets MSN status to away, even though no one was talking*
I hurried downstairs, walked into the living room and immediatly, without looking at the TV screen, after hearing only two words, proclaimed "It's Neil Gaiman." *looks*
"Is it?"
"Well it's his voice, his comic books on screen. ... There, look, him."
I cut myself off halfway through a sentence to say "Oh look, it's death" and left the room talking about re-reading The Sandman and how I was going to post pics up on here. I was thinking about whether this would fit into a tweet or whether it deserved an entry here, and if I tweeted would I change my words from Neil Gaiman to @neilhimself.
I'm not upset. I'm not anything.
- Music:World/Inferno Friendship Society: The Evil Dance of Nosliw Pilf
Is this going to be a micro-blog? Will I start it now and finish it later? Will I write an epic right now?
I don't know. Let's see.
I might even write in verse,
But I'm listening to music,
And wishing for a hearse
And wondering how much elephants weigh
No, no, prose will suffice. [Seriously, I am listening to music, I can't count the syllables properly]
Edit: They're called Zen Zen Zo. There are videos of their performance that night up on youtuve courtesy of Sparra33, if you're interrested, but my advice is don't watch them. They're nowhere near as good as them live. The videos are just flat. It's like watching theatre on video, it's just a bit dull, it loses all the atmosphere. [But if you're going to ignore this adivce, do it quickly: topless women and youtube rarely coexist for long]
Edit again: They're a Buto group. It's modern japanese dance. They're in beautiful agony. Thank you AFP and the BBC!
- Location:Back home
- Mood: ecstatic
- Music:Pretty In Pink- The Dresden Dolls
Anyway, BLOG
( Only a short one. No relevence to Descartes. Unless this blog is the creation of an evil demon... )
- Location:Yo momma
- Mood:
bored - Music:Rammstein. Various tracks.
This blog will get written. There's so much to say, it's going to take ages.... :/
But yes, I have returned from my epic Japan adventure!
- Location:Crappy england
- Music:All of Manson's stuff, courtesy of Spotify
29-31st July: Kanazawa, Crowne Plaza ANA
31st July-3rd August: Kyoto, Hotel Okura
3-4th August: Miyajima, Momiji-so [the ryokan]
4-8th August: Tokyo, Hotell Nikko
When Dad reappears I'll stick itinerary above this.
I just wanted to say a quick bye to everyone, because I haven't really said it to many people and we're driving down to the airport in 5 hours. Bye :)
I should be a lot more excited. I'm excited in that way that you don't feel it, you just know it. That doesn't feel right. I think I'm a little nervous, actually. Usually when I'm going away i know what to expect because we've been there before, or it's not that far from home. Tomorrow I'm flying furhter than I've ever been before, to the other side of the world, to a country I know little about and no nobody in.
Right, itinerary.
Internet perverts, come and rape me now. [It's a lot more likely that we will die and you'll have to come and find the bodies than it is that some randomer off the internet will start stalking me in Japan...]
The ryokan will be an experience. Nobody speaks english, all the meals are traditional japanese cuisine, there aren't any beds, only futons... To be honest, it sounds amazing. I'm sure maria will detest it and make our ives a misery while we're there though, so I've not got my hopes up. Actually, I'm pretty sure she'll hate the whole country and persecute us for it. She's a fucking lunatic.
Well, that's it. I'm off. Wish me luck. I might bring you back some nice presents if you ask me politely :)
- Location:Still england
- Mood:
nervous
My life is awesome. I mean, this evening and yesterday morning were fucking awful, but last night and today were pretty damn good. Why? Because my friends and my ex-surrogate family [that is how they will be known from now on] are bloody amazing. They really are.
- Location:Happy Land
- Mood: jubilant
- Music:The 69 Eyes- Angel on my Shoulder
I seriously wanted to die to stop the suffering on friday afternoon [uh, yesterday, I should say] but it was SO worth it. I have- wait for it- labyrinthitis. How awesome is that?? It really is ^_^_^ *madglee*
It just keeps getting better. Seriously. Read on.
- Location:the spare room [but which one?]
- Mood: ecstatic
- Music:Atonement- Opeth
Honest.
I keep saying I'll only write posts when I'm in a good mood, but when I'm in a good mood I don't want to moan at everyone, and what do I have to write about other than everything I hate? Wow. That's really bad isn't it? Ah well. The point is I come across as a whiny emo bitch which is not how most people see me. Maybe that is who I am, but this is the internet. I could be a 55-year old man. Maybe I am...?
- Mood:
grumpy - Music:Vivica- Jack off Jill
- Mood: crappy
- Location:Her Castle
- Mood: content
- Music:The Picard Song
RARGH
I'M NOT GOING TO DEPRESSED WHILE I'M WRITING THIS
I DON'T EVEN CARE IF I'M GOING TO FAIL AT LIFE AND HAVE NO PURPOSE AND END UP JUST LIKE MY [God bless her soul] MOTHER, AND THEN DIE ON THE DOLL [dole?] AND HAVE WASTED MY ENTIRE LIFE AND DIE ALONE AND DIE AND DIE AND DIE AND DIE AND DIE
ALRIGHT?
- Location:on the floor, in a ball
- Mood:
cold - Music:Morrissey- Sunny
- Location:Here
- Mood: cheerful
- Music:Dirge Inferno- Cradle of Filth
