Hello everyone, I have moved journal to...

troll_lady

(yes, not trollkona I changed my mind again because I'm a lady you see).

So, add me there plz.

Ah, I've had this account since the first day of 2004, it shall be missed, or, not really, not going anywhere.


(P.S Could losfer or saithkar let me join emoisfuckinggay with that account thankyou please thankyou?)

Writing down a list, mostly for myself and for the fuck of it and because things I write down anywhere else always seem to grow legs and wander of into the abyss. I'm currently needing to save up for and scamper enough cash for the following items (in no particular order):

# Blue and/or green hair dye.
# Blue pencils.
# FANTOMAS tickets.
# Metal Melbourne funding.
# Another journal/sketch book.
# Shoes (prefably boots)... I need new shoes of sorts.
# Moving out money(!!!).

So that's that. I'm really terrible with money. I need to get better with it, I wonder if it's a skill you aquire or are simply born with?

Does anybody remember the Muppet Show? I was thinking about it today and I thought about the Animal and how he was totally a thrasher, of course I was too young to realise this at the time I watched it and it was aired.

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I can't help but shake off the feeling I've forgotten something really important... anyway, this is my second last entry on pinky_pseudonym, it's been decided.

EDIT: wonkaslash disturbs and hurts my brain. Now slash is awesome and all but... ewww... little boys and 40+-year-old men don't really sit all that uber with me for some reason, hmm...

It amazes me how the more and more exciting/eventful/important things happen in my life, the less I seem inclined to want to type it all out. It seems so futile. My life, my problems and silly adventures are teeny, tiny compared to everything else. I prefer to talk to people face-to-face and mutter crap to them there, or you know, I hate whiney emo bitches and guys who wear scarfs on stage. Go die.

Nothing is fucking love.




Fall to your knees are repent if you please!

Ladies, gents and everyone in between,

I have finally, after 25 months, gotten my P's. I am rather, very pleased... make that very pleased.

Watch out road! Watch out small children playing on road!

MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Whilst practicing my driving today (for I am going to pass my next exam, I am! I am!), for the first time in many a year or two I remembered to tune into Monday night Metal on 88.5fm (local community radio station fewels). Now for some reason I recall getting quite a few good bands from listening but tonight I've either gone crazy and 110% more elitest since 2 years ago or they've resorted to playing pure crap (though it's more than likely both). In the 30 or so minutes I tuned in all I heard was Nu, Nu, God-awful-grind, Nu, my-god-I-wish-was-SYL-but-instead-I-blow, Nu, Nu, Nu, God-forsakingly-bad-grind. Fuck that. I need to be the radio presenter and actaully play something decent. >=(

To cleanse my ears after that unholy listen I have put on tr00 Slavic Black Metal!11~!!~~ >:[ Now see how tr00 Lord Morbivod be Black Metal in Czech Republic sewers!11~~ Actaully, the whole image gallery is worth a grim look, I at least had a good 5 minutes laugh from it... then a bit of cry and a bit of a weep for humanity for good measure.

What the fuck do I listen to?

EDIT: Hey guess what? I really like Arcturus.

Did anyone know that Fraiser was a spin-off from Cheers? I did not know that! My mind has been shattered.

Also I read somwhere that if you have eyes the same colour as mine (that is, yellow around the pupils and a dull blue everywhere else) it means you have Irish ancestry somewhere. The very core of my being has been shattered! I don't know how true that is though.

Also I now have Yahoo! Messanger as well, don't I suck? Add me plz - pinky_pseudonym

This morning, on my way to Radfield College, as I sat on the train being horrible this little, old nun walks into the carriage. The carriage has empty seats, she can have a seat to her self easy, but no, Murphy's Law prevails again and she sits next to me. Of course I have to be reading a magazine with an Ulver article with this picture in very clear view... I carefully closed it. Oh dear, and she tried to conversation with me. Oh dear. It didn't work.

I really, really, really, really should get those Fantamos tickets. This is a remind to myself. "Get them now. Get them now or you'll kick yourself in the face until you drop out unconscious."

The world hates Jews I was told to day. More anti-semitism came my way today too. I can't lie. That shit stills really, really, really, really pisses me off. Especially since a) I'm not Jewish religiously, b) My mum is not Jewish and c) Not something I can change or help in any way, shape or form. Fuck you.

... I'm thirsty.

Hey guys, guess what?











And who the hell is he trying to fool with that cod piece? It's not even on the right position! HA!

ZOMG HAPPY 18TH JOY (opti_mistic) PARTY HARD!!!

^_^

I re-dyed my roots and hair it's back to the same vibrant green it was before. I also think I'm about to splurge and buy an Immortal top. YES! Though I also need to dish out probably $50-$75 (oh god, please not that much) for FANTOMAS tickets. YES! MIKE PATTON (ie god) IS COMING!11~~!!! And I have to go since I missed the Tomahawk and Fantomas and Melvins tour last year (or was it the year before?).

So much built up energy! Probably coming from the fact that I'm fucked if I don't finish all my assingments (and god knows there's a fuckload of them) in 4 weeks! HOOZAY~!

I HAD 3 MORE CALLS FROM INDIAN CALL CENTRES WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

Woah, in the space of 5 minutes I've had two people very obviously calling from Indian call-centres trying to sell me shit whilst pretending to be calling from Australia when my phone says otherwise. That is awesome.

I've made an almost complete and very miraculus recovery. That is more awesome.