Linky goodness and stuff Music: Greenday - 'Longview'
Someone pointed me in the direction of this little character. So yeah, go buy shirts and stuff hehe!
In other news my sis arrived late last night from Scotland :D We had a bit of a 'girly day' today and mum, sis, myself and my friend all headed out and spent the day in Bangor. As it was a bank holiday weekend the place was heaving and there was all sorts of stalls and cool things going on. We then headed to a nearby beach for a while before heading home and it was wonderful,hearing the waves, feeling sand between toes and just feeling lifted and revived.
Well, I must close. My friend is laying on the floor attempting to sleep which she probably could do if I would give up on the typing and the music and go to bed myself. She is still alive lol! I'm being as nice as pie and letting anything that would normally rile me just slide off. Aren't you proud?
Sleepy me... Music: Aerosmith - 'My Fist Your Face'
Wow, I have slept for hours. I just felt wiped out and decided to have an early night, which meant I crawled under the covers shortly after midnight and didn't waske up until 11am. I still could sleep more. I think that little japanese woman who is like the oldest woman on earth on something lol! (not quite awake enough to do any further research on that so you'll have to trust me hehe!) had it right when she said it was sleeping for 2 days straight then two days up that had kept her going. In fact the day I read that story I was telling a friend of my mums about it who just looked at me before I had even finished and told me I was't to dare haha! For some reason they have this strange opinion that I'm always asleep just becase I have no wish or desire to be up and and acting like someone on speed at stupid o'clock in the morning thank you.
In any event I did at least yesterday manage to acomplish cleaning out the hamsters. I think I was even given a tip by one, some sunflower seeds, a peanut and a green thing. Well it was either in thanks or a) it barfed in my hand in sheer terror as I made a grab for the fast little bugger b) it was a cunning hamsterish plan in which I would think these things were more interesting to eat than it 'hey lady, I give you these you let me go right? They is much nicer and I is so small'. Heh!. That's hamsters for ya, smartassess.
Enough insanity lol! I had better get on with cleaning up around here now as the friend arrives in the morning to stay for 12 days. I will stay sane, I will stay sane......
My head, arg my head *sob* it's just crippling me, and has made me homicidal. I swear if there was someone anywhere near me looking at me the wrong way they would be in a world of verbal and physical hurt just to make me feel better. This seems again to coincide with me making the decision to make my way into town. Started before I was leaving like my brain knows before I do and gets upset. So what now? Do I have to fucking fake myself out, make sure not to use the 'T' word' and try and get on the bus before my brain has figured out what's going on? Maybe I could distract it with shiney things or sugary snacks. Or like a parent with a petulant child get it in the car with promises of arriving at Disneyworld as they head towards the dentist.
People do the funniest things lol! Music: HIM - 'Solitary Man'
Like launching themselves off a 6 metre ramp into freezing water in strange homemade contraptions while in equally mind boggling costumes (check out the pics on the site) lol! Yup I spent the best part of yesterday at the Red Bull Flugtag and it was hysterical. I could not beleive the crowd that turned up because it was a really nasty, rainy and miserable day, hence I didn't bring my own camera, just would have been crap images. No-one seemed to care and the 'contestants' were about to get wet anyway hehe! After that we ended up getting together with the rest of the family and going out for chinese, then I decided to walk it off (well seeing as I have to walk for at least an hour every day anyway) although all I got for my effort was a stitch most likely from deciding to speed walk after a huge meal and soaked through as it was pouring down. I had my brolly but somehow the rain just felt good, and it seemed to spur me on like some sort of status symbol 'look at me, wooo hooo ain't I tough out here with the rain streaming down my face lol! I'm beginning to love that hour, not a thought or a worry in my head, not expected to be anywhere or doing anything else or to be thinking about anything else. Just me and my cd player and a head full of music. I guess sometimes I have not wanted to stop, to keep everything else from pouring in when I reach back home again and the headphones come off.
Well that's it for the moment, by the way sawdust and bedding is being forcefully removed and kicked out by four infuriated hamsters I think they are trying to tell me something.... If they could talk I think as hamster maids go I'd be sacked lol! 'You is a crap housekeeper girly...' (don't ask me, I just imagine hamsters talk that way lol!)
In lieu of any real content... Music: Whitesnake - 'Saints and Sinners'
and because my life is so sad that nothing over the last couple of days can beat squishing a big snail *laughs* (see here if you don't know what I'm talking about) yet I feel compelled to blog ...I give you quizzness
So, as most know I live above the garage attatched to my parents house which requires that if I need to use the bathroom I have to go into the main part of the house and at about 2.30am that's exactly what my plan was. Barefooted I had headed up the steps and was crossing to the back door when *crunch* and I kinda froze. At the same time the security light kicked in and looking down I discovered I now had a sole full of squished large snail. The screams could could have awakened the dead.
Well well! What do you know, I atually got to go to the cinema last night thanks to my brother being all..... brotherly lol! It had been waaaaaaaay to long. We (my bro, his love and I) initially were thinking about going to see The Bourne Supremacy but thanks to mem I managed to avoid the horror of being subjected to blurryvision and such. That would just so have freaked me out, I can't watch things like that at the best of times but certainly not so soon after my head has just kinda settled so I managed to persude the other two that it might not be a good idea.
So, we opted for a late showing of The Stepford Wives instead and I have to admit I really enjoyed it, easy to watch and follow and just funny. Got back and spent a little time watching funny people on paramount before heading off to my little realm above the garage where still not quite ready for sleeping and it being too late for me to feel like doing anything very constructive I bravely opened aol messanger which turned out to be not a bad thing and I ended up chatting to Erin or rather extoling the virtues of one Ville Valo and lip piercing. Twas good times *laughs* though it must have been after 5am before I hit the pillows.
And now I need to get ready to head into town *barf* because the nice visa people are demanding I pay them some money. Shame on you, visa people.
It's been a rough couple of days, not sure what it was that hit me but it wasn't nice. I don't have that weak 'out of it' feeling any more or the aching eyes and head but boy is my neck stiff. Can't turn my head fully to the left without it hurting like I'm pressing on the muscles on that side or something. I never feel 100% happy and healthy anyway, I don't know what that feels like.
I have a lot of things I want to do now,(because we all know when you don't feel so good or just blah spending money on yourself or the thought of it just fills you with a glorious, fuzzy warmth *laughs* or at least spurs you on and keeps you going) I'm itching for a new piercing or tatt, I want to go mad and buy clothes until I have no more room for them and so on. There is also something I want to know though, maybe it's that I don't get out much and I'm out of the loop, and because I've seen the word all over the place recently but what in the name of the gods is a 'wifebeater'? I think I'm right in that it's a 'you wear it' thing but I'm more concerned with how whatever it is got such a stupid name.
Well hurrah for DIY. Our livingroom ceiling has turned orange and is about to collapse into the room, my brother has raced off to try and find a plumber to help us or so my mother says though given her love of exaggeration this probably means there is an orange spot somewhere on it. Yes, Dad hammering nails into an upstairs floor for some reason has hit a pipe. Good work that man. Is this parents do the stupidist things week or what?
[few minutes later update]: Well I don't think the roof is any danger of coming down... but there is one groovy great orangy water stain alright. Guess we won't know if the paper etc up there will have to be replaced for sure untill it all dries out. Plumber is apparantly on his way *laughs*
Once again I want one of those 'Men In Black' memory removal doodlys... Yesterday was spent trying to find my mum a new cell phone as hers fell apart and although she managed to borrow one for a while, the person who owned it wanted it back. I can't believe either one of us was not murdered by the other before we made it home. The woman is a headcase, how the hell could I possibly be normal? I never stood a chance. We started off at a mall and went to both companies selling phones there where I discovered that my mum apparently was under the impression she could get the smallest and top of the range phone for £20/30 (she had her own sim card just wanted the handset) I explained to her that this wasn't going to happen and if she wanted a phone she was going to have to compromise, stop measuring them all against the phone she was giving up and take the best that was on offer which she was shown and ran from about £40 to £60. They were all 'to big' 'to bulky' 'like something I would have had 15 years ago' and the best one 'I really didn't want to spend a lot because my son is buying me a £300 phone in a couple of months' NO HE FUCKING ISN'T you loon, she told me later this had been to make sure they offered her the cheapest ones, just what!? I again told her she was not going to get the phone that aesthetically pleased her for the money she was willing to spend full stop and making up stories wasn't going to help.
So, we head into town, which is bad enough, walk around all the phone shops where we go through the same thing all over again while mother looks at the poor sales assistants with disdain and continues telling them how crap they are. Eventually a store told us where a guy sold second hand phones and unblocked them too so off we went. I can never show my face there again. She started off as she had in the rest of the stores but it just got worse and worse, her over talking him, refusing to listen, telling him he was talking rubbish, on and on it went neither giving an inch. We got thrown out, or rather she did and I followed head down way behind. I had moved away from her but could still hear. The guy happened to say that his mother could see the writing etc on the screen on one of the phones he was showing her as they were quite big, mothers response was to ask him if she looked like she was 90 years old and that she didn't give a fiddle what his mother could see. As you can guess this did not endear her to the man who then stated he would prefer she didn't say such things about his mother and that he would like her to leave and perhaps she would be more polite next time she walked into a shop.
Finally on the way back, me too bewildered to even be angry, we stopped at a mall close to home on the off chance we might find something there. This time I explained the situation to the guy, and the money she was willing to spend and he showed us what he had. I picked up the smallest one, very cute absolutely fine and only £40 and told her that is what she was having. She had a moment of uncertainty but we left with it. I wanted to cry with thankfulness. And yes I want to forget the whole ordeal. Memory thingy engaged please....commence erasure...
Yup, I am somewhat feeling like a human being again, but subdued and quiet, annoyed with myself for having no willpower whatsoever. I think it was removed at birth or I was last in line in the queue before hitting earth and they had run out, it also occurs to me that they were obviously all out on height day as well when it was my turn. I was probably in the corner drunk.
I have the most ridiculously addictive personality, it's horrendous (is that how the lack of willpower etc was made up for eh? was it 'double helping on the addictive nature over here cause she got passed over for a couple of things' time? *shakes fist*) I'm pretty good and in control most of the time being so aware that it can be an issue, (i.e I don't just 'like' authors, tv series etc, I must have everything connected and preferably right now! in my litle obsessive way) but on the drink I said sod it that night lol! it's who you are, don't excuse yourself or try to rationalize it which means I didn't stop untill there was no more alchohol in the building and probably pouted, had a huff and demanded someone got more even though it was maybe 3am by then. I don't remember a thing, but I have been avoiding the house up untill now for fear of repercussions, though it seems no-one is looking to kill me lol! I swear I have some sort of personality disorder.
...and vodka (especially the cheap stuff) is the devil's pee. I would be sick if only I had the energy or had anything in my stomach and I haven't even bothered to get dressed *falls over*
People are strange Music: Soul Asylum - 'Just Like Anyone'
Strange little pm I was sent today:
strange person: Well.... I think that it is WRONG to steal masks from Slipknot. Give it back to them now. Especially as they are so good. Joey is a first class drummer.
me: Ummmmmmmmmm.... no, dun wanna kthanx!
I mean quoi? To think I always thought 'Hello' and it's many variations were the generally acceptable introductions...
And now, aside from that I have my nice, new, ickle desk fan woot! Didn't even go into another store so that's all I came home with, was definately not in the mood for town when I got there. My look of impending doom worked on the journey down and I was left alone, unfortunately on the way back I lost doom power and was boxed in with my fan by a large elderly lady *laughs*
I think I have decided to take myself into town, get a replacement for the suicidal fan that lobbed itself off the shelf and anything else I come back with that I shouldn't lol! I have already spent most of the morning practising my 'I'd stay away from me and sit somewhere else if I were you, becase I am 100% psycho and I will hurt you' look for the bus. Heh!
Interesting... Music: Motley Crue - 'Smokin' In The Boys Room'
This room heats up like an oven when it's warm and the only way to not constantly feel overheated, sticky and wanting to rip your clothes off is to have a fan. Up until a minute ago I did have a rather good desk fan, but then it launched itself across the place and is in bits. Tried to put it together again but 2 of the actual fan bits are smushed and broken off, I would open the window but then the nest of stinging, wasp types in the hedge opposite would make their way in and I fear them and must run away like there is a axe wielding maniac gaining on me. Fuck, fuckitty, fuck, bastard
I am totally physically done in, the sort of tiredness that makes everything seem 'slow', heavy and full of effort and every movement and noise overemphasized. Bear in mind this does not mean I will sleep, I can't seem sleep without noise, I have to be lulled into oblvion, (can't just feel cut off suddenly, like someone turned the world off or something and I'm not ready lol!) coming too at some stage enough to turn the tv off. Guess the things I sat down here to do will get done tomorrow.
Soooo.... Stuff...... Music: Kittie - 'Into The Darkness'
Yup, it's all different eh? I felt like changing things a bit lol! If ya don't like it
In my own obsessive, compulsive way I have been playing The Rasmus 'Dead Letters' to death and these lyrics from 'Not Like The Other Girls' just stopped me in my tracks. I guess it just how I feel sometimes, apart and disconnected from this world, humanity... Always drifting through life somehow. I know my heads in the clouds, I'm told often, and yes I do often feel like the 'hopeless little one' Anyway I don't think I can put in words just it's affect on me and how it makes me think.
She's fading away
Away from this world
Drifting like a feather
She's not like the other girls
She lives in the clouds
She talks to the birds
Hopeless little one
She's not like the other girls I know
Now after those cheery thoughts some fun, distracting quizziness heh!
Original Sin
hehe!
