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2006-10-21T14:28:30Z

Oliva Twizzay

2006-06-23T14:17:06Z

I saw this perversion of Good Omens and realised that the very laws of probablity demanded that this be done, so I decided to be the one to do it. And here you have it, Chapter 8 of Oliver Twist in gansta speak. Those pickpockets are basically the ganstas of their time anyway, only far classier if you ask me. Translated into gansta at Gizoogle.com :) The original text can be read here.

He had bizzle crouch'n on tha step fo` some time crazy up in here: messin' at tha bootylicious numba of public-hizzles (every otha hizouse in Barnet was a tavern, large or small), saggin' listlessly at tha coaches as they passed through, n pimpin' how strange it seemed thiznat they could do, wit eaze, in a few hours, whizzay it had taken him a whole wizzy of courage n determinizzles beyond his years ta accomplish: when he was roused by observ'n that a bizzle who had passed him carelessly some minutes before, had returned, n was now survey'n him most earnestly frizzom tha opposite side of tha way . Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin'. He took shawty heed of this at first; but tha boi remained in tha same attitude of close observation so long, tizzle Bitch raised his heezee, n returned his steady look. Upon thiznis, tha boi crossed poser and, walk'n close up ta Oliva, said,

"Hullo, mah covey bitch ass nigga! Whats tha row?"

The boi who addressed this inquiry ta tha young killa was `bout his own age so bow down to the bow wow: but one of tha queerest look'n boys thizzay Oliva had ever seen. He was a snub-nosed, flat-browed, common-faced boi enough; n as dirty a juvenile as one would wish ta see; but he had `bout him all tha airs n manna of a man. He was short of his age cuz its a G thang: wit pimp bow-legs, n little, sharp, fugly eyes. His hat was stiznuck on tha top of his heezee so lightly, tizzy it threatened ta fizzall off every moment -- n would have done so, very often, if tha brotha had not had a knack of every now n then giv'n his heezee a sudden twitch, which brought it bizzack ta its old place again. He wore a mans coat, which reached nearly ta his heels. he had turned tha cuffs bizzay half-way up his arm, ta git his hands out tha sleeves cuz its a pimp thang: apparently wit tha ultimate view of blingin' T-H-to-tha-izzem into tha pockets of his corduroy trousa; fo` there he kizzy tizzy. he wizzle brotha as weed-smokin' n ridin' a young gentleman as ever stood four fizzle sizzay or sum-m sum-m less, in his blucha.

"Hullo, mah covey! Whats tha row?" said this strange young gentleman ta Killa.

"I am very hungry n tired," replied Gangsta: tha tears stand'n in his eyes as he spoke. "I have walked a long way. I have been mackin' these seven days."

"Walk'n fo` sivin days!" said tha young gentleman n shit. "izzy I see n shit. Beaks orda, eh? But," he added, doggy stylin' Playa look of surprise, "I suppose you dizzle knizzay wizzy a bizzy is, mah flash com-pan-izzles

Cracka mildly replied, that he had always heard a birds grill described by tha tizzay in question n we out.

"My eyes, how green!" exclaimed tha young gentleman. "Why, a beaks a madgstrate; n when you walk by a beaks orda, its not straight forerd, but always a going up, n nivir a com'n dizzle agin. Was you neva on tha mill?"

"What mill?" inquired Oliver.

"What mizzay! Whizzay tha mizzle -- tha mizzay as takes up so shawty room thizzay itll W-to-tha-izzork inside a Stone Jug; n always goes betta wizzy tha winds low wit people, thizzay when its high; acos tizzle they cizzant git workmen . Snoop dogg is in this bitch. But come," said tha young gentleman; "you want grizzub, n you shiznall have it . Hollaz to the East Side. Im at low-wata-mark me -- only one bob n a magpie; but, as far as it goes, Ill fizzle out n stizzump . Snoop dogg is in this bitch. Up wit you on yo pins. There! Now then! Morrice!”

Assist'n Pimp ta rise, tha young gentleman took him ta an adjacent hustla shizzay where he purchased a sufficiency of ready-dressed ham n a half-quartern loaf, or, as he himself expressed it, "a fourpenny bran!" tha ham being kizzept clean n preserved friznom dizzust, by tha ingenious expedient of mak'n a hizzy in tha loaf by pull'n out a portion of tha crumb, n shizniting it therein. Trippin' tha bread hustla his arm, tha young gentleman turned into a small public-hizzles n led tha way ta a tap-room in tha rear of tha premises. Here, a pot of gin n' juice was brought in, by direction of tha mysterious youth; n Drug Deala fall'n to, at his new niggaz blingin' made a long n hearty meal, dippin' tha progress of which, tha strange boi eyed him frizzay time ta time wit bootylicious attention.

"gonna london?" said tha strange bizzy wizzy baller had at length concluded.

"yes."

"gizzay any lodg'n?"

"no."

"money?"

"no."

tha strange boi whistled; n put his arms into his pockets, as far as tha big coat sleeves would let tizzy go.

"d-ya live in london?" inquired pusha.

"yes. i do, when im at home," replied tha boy fo gettin yo pimp on. "i suppose you wizzle some place ta sleep in to-night, dizzle you?"

"i do, indeed," answered nigga n shit. "i have not S-L-to-tha-izzept unda a roof since i left tha country."

"dizzay fret yo eyelids on tizzle score," said tha young gentleman fo shizzle. "ive gots ta be in london to-night; n i know a spectable old genelman as lives there, wotll give you lodg'n fo` nothink, n rappa ask fo` tha change -- tizzle is, if any genelman he knows interduces you . Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. n D-to-tha-izzont he know me? oh, no! not in tha least! by no means. certainly not!"

tha young gentleman smiled, as if ta intimate that tha pimp fragments of discourse wizzle playfully ironical; n finished tha gin n' juice as he did so . Aint no stoppin' this shit nigga.

this unexpected drug deala of hustla was too mobbin' ta be resisted; especially as it was immediately followed up, by tha assurance that tha old gentleman referred to, would doubtless provide gangsta witta comfortable place, witout loss of tizzle cuz its a G thang. this led ta a more friendly n confidizzles dialogue; fizzy whizzich nigga discovered thizzat his niggaz name was jack dawkins, n thizzay he was a peculiar pet n protége of tha elderly gentleman before mentioned cuz its a doggy dog world.

Mr . You gotta check dis shit out yo. Dawkinss appearance did not say a vast deal in favour of tha comforts whiznich his patrons interest obtained fo` those whizzay he tizzle unda his protection; but, as he had a bitch flighty n dissolute mizzle of trippin' n furthermore avowed thizzay among his intimate niggaz he was betta knizzay by tha sobriquet of "izzle artful Wanna Be Gangsta” Brotha concluded thizzay being of a dissipated n careless turn, tha moral precepts of his benefizzles had hitherto been thrown away upon him . Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. Rappa this impression, he secretly resolved ta cultivate tha good opinion of tha old gentleman as quickly as possible; and, if he found tha Gangsta incorrizzles as he more thizzan H-to-tha-izzalf suspected he should, ta decline tha honour of his pusha acquaintance n shit.

As Jizzy Dawkins objected ta they hatin' London before nightfall, it was nearly eleven oclock whiznen they reached tha turnpike at Islington. They crossed fizzle tha Angel into St. Johns Road; struck diznown tha smiznall street W-H-to-tha-izzich terminizzles at Playa Wells Theatre; through Exmouth Street n Coppice Rizzow; dizzy tha shawty court by tha side of tha workhouse; across tha classic ground which once bizzle tha name of Hockley-in-thizzles thence into Little Saffron Hizzill; n so into Saffron Hizzle tha Great: along which tha Gangsta scudded at a rapid pace, direct'n Oliva ta follow close at his heels . Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin'.

Although Oliva had enough ta occupy his attention in perpetratin' S-to-tha-izzight of his motherfucka he could not hizzle bestow'n a few hasty glances on pimp side of tha wizzle as he passed along aww nah. A poser or mizzle wretched place he had poser seen. The street was very narrow n muddy, n tha air was impregnated wit filthy odours. There were a good many smizzall shops; but tha only stiznock in trade appeared ta be heaps of children, who, even at thizzay time of night, were crawl'n in n out at tha doors, or scream'n from tha inside ta help you tap dat ass. The sole places that seemed ta prospa amid tha general blight of tha place, were tha public-hizzles n in them, tha lowest nigga of Irish were wrangl'n wit mizzay n main. Covered ways n yards, which hizzle n there diverged fizzy tha main street, disclosed shawty knots of houses, where drunken men n bitchez wizzy positively wallow'n in filth; n fizzy several of tha door-ways, bootylicious trippin' fellows were cautiously emerg'n, bound, ta all appearance, on no very well-disposed or harmless errands if you gots a paper stack.

Wanna Be Gangsta was jizzle ridin' brotha he hadnt betta run away, when they reached tha bottom of tha hizzay. His conductor, mackin' him by tha arm, pushed open tha dizzle of a hizouse near Field Lane; and, cruisin' him into tha passage, closed it behind thizzem.

"Now, then!" cried a voice from below, in reply ta a whistle from tha Dodga . Chill as I take you on a trip.

"Plummy n slam!" was tha reply.

This seemed ta be some watchword or signal that all was right; fo` tha light of a feeble candle gleamed on tha wiznall at tha remote end of tha passage; n a mans face peeped out, friznom where a balustrade of tha old kitchen staircase had bizzy broken away fo shizzle.

"Theres two on you," said tha man, thrust'n tha candle drug deala out, n ridin' his eyes wit his hand now pass the glock Anotha dogg house production.. "Whos tha totha one?"

"A new P-to-tha-izzal," replied Jizzack Dawkins, pull'n Hustla forward.

"Where did he come from?"

"Greenland in all flavas. Is Fagin up stairs?"

"yes, hes a sortin tha wipes. up wit you!" tha candle was driznawn back, n tha face disappeared n shit.

cracka grop'n his way wit one H-to-tha-izzand, n hav'n tha brotha firmly grasped by his companion, ascended wit much difficulty tha dizzle n broken stairs: W-H-to-tha-izzich his conductor mounted wittan eaze n expedition that showed he was wiznell acquainted wit them hittin that booty. he thrizzew open tha door of a back-room, n drizzay oliva in drug deala him.

The walls n ceil'n of tha rizzle were perfectly black wittage n D-to-tha-izzirt fo' sheezy. there was a deal table before tha fire n shit: upon which were a candle, S-T-to-tha-izzuck in a drug deala bottle, two or three gangsta pots, a loaf n playa n a plate aww nah. in a fry'n-pan, which was on tha fire, n whiznich was secured ta tha mantelshelf by a blingin' some sausages wizzy bustin' n blunt-rollin' over them, witta toast'n-fork in his hiznand, was a very old shrivelled jizzew, whose villanous-look'n n repulsive face was obscured by a quantity of matted red hizzle n shit. he was dressed in a greasy flannel gizzay wit his throat bare; n seemed ta be bustin' his attention between tha straight trippin' n a clothes-hizzles over whizzich a bootylicious playa of silk handkerchiefs wizzy hang'n.

Several rough beds made of old sacks, were huddled side by side on tha floor. Seated round tha table wizzle four or five boys, none bitch tizzy tha Rappa smok'n long clay pipes, n ballin' spirits wit tha air of middle-aged men cuz its a pimp thang. These all crowded `bout they associate as he whispered a few words ta tha Jizzle n thiznen turned round n grinned at Pusha like a tru playa'. So did tha Jew himself, blingin' in hand.

"This is him, Fagin," said Jizzy Dawkins; "my nigga Killa Twist."

The Jew grinned; and, mak'n a low obeisance ta Nigga took him by tha hand, n hoped he should hizzy tha honour of his intimate acquaintance. Upon this, tha young gentlemen wit tha pipes came round him, n shook B-to-tha-izzoth his hands very hard -- especially tha one in W-H-to-tha-izzich he held his shawty bundle now motherfuckers lemme here ya say hoe. One young gentleman was very anxious ta hang up his cap fo` hizzay n anotha was so oblig'n as ta put his hands in his pockets, in orda T-H-to-tha-izzat, as he was very tired, he miznight not have tha trouble of empty'n them, himself, wizzle he went ta bed. These civilizzles would probably have been extended much fartha, but fo` a liberal exercise of tha Jews toast'n-fork on tha heezees n shoulda of tha affectionate youths who offered T-H-to-tha-izzem.

"We is very glad ta see you, Oliva, very," said tha Jew with my forty-fo' mag. "Dodga, takes off tha sausages; n draw a tub near tha fire fo` Gangsta dogg. Ah, yoe a-star'n at tha pocket-handkizzles! eh, mah dizzy! There is a good mizzle of em, aint there? Weve just looked em out, ready fo` tha wash; thats all, Brotha thats all. Ha! ha . Snoop dogg is in this bitch! Hizzay”

The latta part of this speech, was hailed by a boisterous shout F-R-to-tha-izzom all tha hopeful pupils of tha merry old gentleman. In tha M-to-tha-izzidst of which, they wizzent ta hustla . Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house.

Oliva ate his share, n tha Jew thizzen mixed him a glass of hot gin n wata . Freak y'all, into the beat y'all: tell'n him he M-to-tha-izzust drink it off directly, coz anotha gentleman wanted tha shot calla . Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. Playa did as he was desired. Immediately afterwards he felt himself gently lifted on ta one of tha sacks; n then he siznunk into a deep sleep fo' sho'.

areal_ravendark @ 2006-06-06T18:14:00

2006-06-06T10:18:35Z

HAPPY 06 - 06 - 06 EVERYBODY!!!!!!!

And what a wholly unremarkable day it was.

areal_ravendark @ 2006-06-01T21:46:00

2006-06-01T13:48:45Z

Today I got whacked in the face with a hockey stick by an ex-chimney sweep and I went all tingly. Then my lip started to bleed, and I went on to draw a picture of Rasputin lying on a tongue before uploading it on to devART. All in all a 100% sucessful day.

Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow.

2006-05-15T12:59:28Z

Well…it’s all over. Five night performances and two matinees later I find myself deeply depressed at the fact that I woke up this morning with no bowler hats to wear or chimney sweeps to shout at come night fall. My days have returned to their directionless cycle of sleeping late, pigging-out and avoiding homework (I was meant to spend today writing a long overdue English essay, I ended up rereading Red Dwarf fic). I feel rather empty now, it’s as though Oliver was a roast chicken in between gruel dinners and I just got served slop again after enjoying a taste of something better. One of the reasons I enjoyed it so much could probably be attributed to the fact that it started the week after I finished school holidays; a time when I devolve into something half-human, half drooling meat-bag, and the sudden burst of activity and excitement was something that fired my mind up once more.

On some occasions when we arrived in the theatre the lightning people would be playing around with multicolored lights, giving the room a disco look, and pumping music through the speakers which were used to broadcast sound for the performance. The result were discos and raves almost every night; I felt almost insanely ecstatic by that point, with everybody jumping around, screaming, yelling, laughing, the year 12 boys (including those playing Oliver, Fagin and Bill Sikes) putting on a mock performance for us on stage; I ended up collapsing in a fit of giggles after tangoing with Gab and doing some sort of can-can with Ryan. Jumping up and down, doing the conga, limbo and spinning around until you’re nauseous is probably not the best idea seeing as we were meant to be conserving out energy, but it got me so hyped up that I still felt bouncy when the play began, so it could have helped.

The play itself was brilliant fun; I loved putting on the makeup, first everyone had to put on loads of foundation along with mascara and lipstick so that we all ended up looking like painted china dolls with long black lashes, red lips and no blemishes; that was so we would show up better in the glare of the lights. Then the other thieves, additional scruffy characters and I had to smear ourselves in black and brown eye shadow in order to appear like we’d just gone fishing for pennies in the crusty, congealed remains of an open sewer. People that played older characters like Mr. Brownlow and Fagin had special makeup that made them appear to have wrinkles and baggy skin; some even had white stuff put in their hair to make them look grey. It's so funny being asked by boys if their foundation is uneven or their lipstick too dark; the guys got fussier than the girls!

I loved my first costume; along with black trousers and a white shirt with a silvery jacket over the top (one of those jackets with no sleeves…you know…those ones), I got a brilliant black cape that looked like the Phantom of the Opera had used it in his adolescence. Combined with that I had a bowler hat that I tucked all my hair into and a lamp-lighting stick (which was actually just a wooden pole painted black with batteries taped to the end) which I both accidentally and purposefully poked and hit people with (luckily these people didn’t include audience members). After the first scene I changed into my thief outfit which was far simpler, the pants were very baggy and lose so I had to get a belt, but the belt was so big I had to loop around the buckle a few times in order to stick the metal thingy in one of the holes, but I think that added authenticity to my character. The best part about being a thief is the fact that you need to look really tatty, so I went without washing or brushing my hair for a few days.

In between scenes everybody, guys and girls, got changed in the same room…I love how causal and friendly theatre tends to be…to the point of everyone stripping in front of one another…I think I could get used to that lifestyle! One of the awkward things about where we got changed is that the walls were lined with mirrors, so it was difficult to turn your back to other people when you were feeling modest (especiallywhenyouhadaperiodcoughahem). I ended up changing my pants with my cloak wrapped around myself.

We weren’t allowed to be noisy backstage so most people just played cards or listened to MP3s when they weren’t on. I was in the very first scene so I waited in the chair store room before the show began so I could get onto the stage quickly; in there with me was Ryan, who played a book seller (Book Boy!) who was on immediately after me. That guy’s hilarious, I don’t think I’ve met anyone quite so funny before; he also has a really bizarre ability to predict the titles of his books, it’s eerie; he randomly said the words “ear wolf,” then he looked at the books he was carrying and “Wolf Ear the Indian” was printed on the spine of one of them; he thought it was really creepy (then he did it again the next day).

I would go on stage when the Overture finished and do my bit, an event I would always begin to freak out prior to. Kirsty -the girl that played the chimney sweep in the first scene with me- and I would go over our lines like a mantra as the audience filled up the theatre, something that was not easy for me as Ryan couldn’t seem to able to breath without sending me into fits of stifled giggles (the stifling normally causing them to come out as a snort…something Ryan would make further jokes about). The combination of nervousness and laughter had me seriously worried about my bladder control. A few scenes after that I appeared with Dodger when he (played by a she in our case) met Oliver for the first time, I just stood beside her and looked like I thought I was tough.

My character normally had their arms folded or their hands on their hips, in their pockets, bunched in fists or flailing about in a panicked or confused manner. During the play I kept my face scrunched up in a sort of leer/sneer (I think Rimmer may have inspired me, I’m unsure), since it’s just such a fun expression to pull; so fun that I’ve been putting together a repertoire of leer/sneers to use when I feel befitting. So far they all involve the nose rising and screwing up (think of the ew-someone-just-cut-the-cheese nose movement), therefore allowing the upper lip to rise, which makes up the sneer part of the expression. How far the upper lip may rise and how symmetrical or lopsided said lip-rising may be varies depending on the leer/sneer. Some types of leer/sneers involve the bottom lip and/or jaw jutting out and sometimes moving to the side. For a particularly hardcore leer/sneer add knotted or raised eyebrows, having only one raised eyebrow is a particularly nifty effect.

When Consider Yourself began all the other thieves appeared from…wherever it was they came from, and I ran off from Dodger and Oliver to get my spoon grinded by the knife grinder. The joke was probably lost on most of the audience seeing as Darcie (the Knife Grinder) doesn’t actually say she’s a knife grinder until Who Will Buy, but it’s funny enough to her and me, plus I get to hold a spoon to her throat when I realize I can’t pay her. After that the thieves ran amok by stealing from street sellers, the audience, each other and so forth. I normally stole Charley Bates hat and put it on an audience member then proceeded to make abusive gestures at them when I realized they’d let him take it back. After that we broke into song and dance which I messed up on enough occasions, I’m hoping that wasn’t too noticeable.

After realizing my pockets wouldn’t contain my spoon I took to stashing it in my bra once the lights went down so to stop it from falling out when I had to do a bunch of hopping around in Be Back Soon; although it did fall out in one occasion when I was giving out the sausages in Fagin’s den. We had to use real sausages for that, cold ones. Gab, who was working on the tech team (moving props around and such) made a piccy dedicated to them here. Although some of the scenes in Fagin’s den were awkward, like the time I started choking on my sausage when we were meant to be singing, or when my spoon fell out my pocket in Be Back Soon, OR when I realized I didn't have the pocket handkerchief needed for the next song, they are still the scenes I most enjoyed acting in. I got to hunch, use a wide range of leer/sneers, speak in a cockney accent, snort imaginary cocaine, chew imaginary tobacco, smoke imaginary cigarettes, drink imaginary gin and coffee, hit other thieves, laugh at nothing in particular, sing about attacking the rear, snore, snort, spit, have fondness for a couple of prostitutes and idolize an eccentric old Jew who’s probably a pedophile.

Plus there’s the polishing scene where I get to act terrified, my character is totally freaked out by Bill Sikes, not without reason neither! I thought the role had been badly cast at first since I thought the guy they chose to play him was too tall and lanky, but then he got into character! I didn’t know he was coming into the scene on the occasion I first saw him act; the other thieves and I were sniggering our heads off when suddenly someone pushes us aside with what seems like excessive force and starts berating Oliver in the freakiest voice I could have imagined. It was deep, rough and raspy, what made it even freakier was the fact that he carried himself so rigidly, his expression was so cold and he walked in powerful strides with what seemed like to be a single-minded determination, then he breaks out in this horrifying voice…

When given a top hat and black coat he ended up looking like Jack the Ripper, his movements seemed too cold and precise to belong to the brutish Bill Sikes, even though many of his actions were brutish. I think his murder of Nancy made me wince every time, even though I couldn’t see it as I was always under the stage at that part of the performance, Nancy’s shrieks and cries sounded so realistic that I found myself shivering; I had also come to adore her as a character, so I found her murder particularly distressing. After she was bludgeoned to death, another thief (playea delightful year 9 girl named Johanna, she’s so fun) and I who were hiding under the stage crawled out and upon realizing what had just happened, ran into the thieves den and screamed to the others, which was when all the thieves evacuated their abode and ran off in numerous directions.

After Bill Sikes was shot, Oliver was taken home by Mr. Brownlow and Dodger was dragged off by one of the Bow Street Runners, Fagin spoke a few lines from the reprise of Reviewing the Situation and the play ended. Sadly Reviewing the Situation in its entirety was cut out from the play, as was a bunch of other good songs such as I’d Do Anything For You; after watching the movie musical of Oliver (an absolutely awesome movie!!! Twenty fingers and toes!) I end up wishing the play could have been a bit longer so we could of added those songs in. Our Fagin had the character (the musical version that is, the book version is quite different) down to a tee, and had added his own touch to the role as well, so I wish I could of seen him perform Reviewing the Situation, or dance around with an umbrella in Anything For You…although I don’t think we would have been able to lift him up…

The best part of the play was always after we belt out the Finale, do our bows and march off singing Consider Yourself, sometimes with the audience clapping along. The thrill I got the first time it happened was amazing; Johanna and I came down the stage arm in arm singing the song at the top of our lungs and continued to do so all the way out of the theatre; I expected that once we got into the hallway everyone besides her and I would stop as they’d be happy they were over and done with the performance, but everyone continued to sing as loud as they possibly could all the way out down the hall where we all started running in exaltation, and when the song reached it finish we all leapt into the air! I had become so accustomed to over zealousness towards anything besides sport, boys and the like being seen as a deviant eccentricity of myself and the type of people I chose the company of that I was shocked to see others exhibit it! I shouldn’t have been shocked really, these people had chosen to dedicate so much of their time to the performance they must have been passionate about it, but it was a wonderful thrill to realize that the traits which some think me abnormal for exhibiting belong to those I initially believed to be “normal.” It’s nice to know there’s a little bit of a freak in all of us, no matter how well hidden.

On the last night after our last leap into the air, one of the orphan/thieves decided we should go back on stage, so we all did, running, whooping, singing and confusing the audience for our own enjoyment. It was around about this I realized that our last performance had been filmed, I found myself hoping the cameras didn’t pick up how I had messed up in Who Will Buy. I didn’t falter noticeably any other time we did that song, yet I did on the last bloody night. At least I did my freeze without fail. During an entire scene and half a song I had to kneel on my hands and knees not moving at all, I entertained myself during that time by analyzing the varieties of pins and needles I got in my left arm.

Before we left we were all given a rose (mine broke :’( ) and a card congratulating and thanking us. In return we all signed cards for the theatre and dance teachers that put on the production. We gave Ms Erceg one last “Boing Jenny!” (long story) and at the end of it all we stayed behind to dismantle the stage, something my Media teacher tells me was important as it added closure to the experience. I was fine at first, then I began feeling a little down…then a little somber…then a little teary…when I left I was sobbing. I wouldn’t have it any other way of course; I don’t feel that you’ve really had an experience unless you’ve cried over it at least once. I rode home with Gab and Johanna, I somehow felt elated and down at the same time. Elated because I felt I had been involved in something worthwhile, plus I was in good company; down because I had nothing exciting left to look forward to. Hopefully they’ll be other plays and more good company to come.

And my French teacher threw her gloves at me for calling the Eiffel Tower a phallic symbol, it was worth it.

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2006-04-29T14:17:32Z

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2006-04-29T09:19:48Z

I have spent the last couple of weeks of the holidays vomiting ramblings and suitably big words on the keyboard in an attempt to finish the humongous SOSE and English projects I had several weeks to do but never bothered to over school. Well actually I’ve spent most of my time checking and double checking forums, devART and reddwarfslash for updates in-between short bouts of empting the contents of the last-resort areas of my brain and trying to arrange it into essays and stories. During my study sessions I’ve discovered that Rasputin was murdered by a cross-dresser, the ancient Greeks were pedophiles, there are sites on the internet that let you marry your pet, Zeus raped Jupiter’s moon…making him autosexual (I realise that will make no sense to anyone who did not just have my line of thought), I found out what autosexual means, a lot of people are homosocial, zoophilia is legal in Sweden and I’ve come to believe that there’s absolutely no chance I’ll get all of this done by the end of the week. I’m not too worried though, I’m missing my first few days of school because of our Oliver performances which start this Wednesday; and I still get “part of the family” and “part of the furniture mixed up.”

Oh damn, now Oom-Pah-Pah stuck in my head again…an’ now I’m thinkin’ in a Cockney accent…though I ‘ave little idea how to type init.

My mind is a mash of musical matter making me mumble many muddled mutterings.

Well, you remember that musical I told you I was going to be in if you happened to of read said journal entry that involved said musical that was mentioned in said journal entry? Well, I’ve been attending rehearsals for the last dozen weeks and Opening Night is rapidly approaching…actually it’s going to be opening day seeing as the first performance is a matinee, but anyway, I’m gonna be the first person on stage since I’m a lamplighter at first, I light up the show. I’ve got a poem I need to recite as I do it, luckily I’m meant to look like I’m making it up on the spot so it won’t be out of character if I forget my lines. Then a chimney sweep and I verbally abuse each other before a prostitute walks around and tries to pick up members of the audience. It’s gonna be an interesting seven performances…over five consecutive nights…then I am going to die of imaginary snuff and tobacco consumption. Does that mean it will be an imaginary death?

My character thinks they’re badass but they’re a gutless wonder whenever Bill Sykes appears, or maybe that’s just me…the dude’s freaky! Plus he murders Nancy… :( I like Nancy. I like Fagin too; Oliver puts Fagin out of business, so I don’t like him. I wonder what happened to all of those little thieves after they got flushed out of the thieves den…maybe they all become audience members, come into our dimension and become juvenile delinquents…perhaps they’re the only reason the Cockney accent still exists, maybe I’m rambling, you never know.

In other news, Russian history (involving the last Romanovs especially) is some of the tastiest history I have encountered, passionate royal romances, aloof royalty, beautiful princesses, delicate and deathly ill princes, kings who don’t want to rule, mystical monks with weird sex-powers, spoiled, murderous, cross-dressing aristocracy, angry peasants, racy rumors and disco music! The best part of it all is Rasputin, I read the account of his death (written quite eloquently by the murderous, cross-dressing noble) and I was hooked. His deliciously bizarre death is just the cherry on top as far as I’m concerned. The glorious description of his powerful eyes alone satisfies my lust for the strange and extrodinary. Even the music about him is good! Plus he had many hidden charms ;) If you have absolutely no idea who I’m talking about rent out the movie “Rasputin” with Alan Rickman, or ask me and I’ll ramble on about him for hours.

I was hoping to talk about the time the nurse came to class and got us to put condoms on bananas that converted into penises, but reddwarfslash is calling me...like some glorious fridge...it'll be the death of me that fridge.

areal_ravendark @ 2006-04-23T15:39:00

2006-04-23T07:40:02Z

1. Make an LJ-cut post with "DO NOT READ" as the text.
2. Do not select a 'mood' for this post.
3. If anyone clicks the cut, they HAVE TO comment and admit to doing so.
4. Anyone who reads this also has to do the same in THEIR journal, thus continuing the neverending madness (unless he or she really doesn't feel like it).

Confessions of a Layabout Lurker

2006-03-05T14:05:53Z

Also posted on DeviantART because I'm greedy.

Something I wrote when I realised that characterisation is hard. So I decided to write something where the characterisation couldn't go wrong.

Confessions of a Layabout Lurker

It was a Sunday night, almost 9 O’clock. On most Sunday nights she would have been worried that she had so much homework left undone, but fortunately the following Monday was Labor Day which left her extra time for procrastination. The electric glow of the computer screen slipped in through her eyeballs and inspired a small headache at the top of her brain, yet still she clicked through the links, desperately hoping to encounter something mildly entertaining that would help her avoid going to bed, doing her homework, trying to communicate with fellow human beings or trying to write another chapter of her neglected fanfic. She had considered trying to rub her forehead onto the computer screen while Microsoft Word was open, in some hope that her subconscious brainwaves might skip through and arrange themselves into the form of a truly ground breaking, heart touching story that would unlock her creative ability and turn her into the Shakespeare of fandom related writings; but she was worried that she might give her computer screen acne.

First she tried DeviantART; she looked up at her message bar, it read as follows; 171 deviantWATCH deviations, 88 hot topics, 17 new messages, 92 journal entries and 11 notes. She shrugged; she’d check them in the morning when she was feeling perkier. She typed something into the DeviantART search engine that would be considered gibberish to most people, and seen as truly obscene by members of certain fandoms, before scrolling through 707 274 images of exotic males doing depraved things to one another in pieces of art that managed to tip-toe around the gaze of policy enforcing moderators.

After an hour or five of trying to work out whose limb belongs to who, she decided that she had milked DeviantART for all it was worth for one day, and moved onto Livejournal instead. She took a moment to check her own journal (last updated several Neptunian seasons ago, the last entry consisting solely of the words “Cheeseballs are nice”) to see if any of her antiquated entries had been commented on, they hadn’t.

Feeling only slightly disheartened she looked through the fanfiction communities where prolific, skilled and highly creative authors had weaved their own threads into the world of canon that had miraculously filled up all the plot holes, expanded all the characters, relieved all the sexual tension and brought a richness and fulfillment to the fictional universe in places it was previously lacking. She looked at the multitude of black text it had taken the author less than an hour to write and promptly skipped straight to the comments. After seething in her jealously, bitterness and resentment she decided to spite the author by not reading the story.

Quickly skipping over to a few icon communities she saved every icon with a shiny effect, neon writing or possible sexual activity in its 100x100 frame onto her computer for further scrutiny before shutting down the machine and heading off to bed with the remaining half of a block of chocolate she had scoffed that morning while watching Playschool when no other form of entertain was available.

2006...so far it tastes like cheap cookies

2006-02-18T10:22:41Z

2006, and so begins a new year and a new attempt at keeping a regularly updated journal (HA!). I’m not going to even bother thinking up an excuse this time, let’s just get this over and done with before those ghastly three-legged, hyper intelligent emu assassins that have been stalking me for the last few weeks sniff me out. For no particular reason I shall now tell my latest news in reverse order.

Right now we have my obscure-didn’t-even-know-he-existed-second-cousin Michael staying with us; he’s been with us for the last few weeks and is going back to Wales on Monday. I think I’m gonna cry when he goes; he’s absolutely awesome. He basically prefers the same lifestyle as me, lying around on the couch all day watching science fiction and comedy and occasionally playing on the Sims for a few hours straight, now that he’s here we’ve been able to do those things together and it’s wonderful. I’ve been showing him all the funny flash movies you can find on the internet and he’s been renting all the B movies he likes and we’ve watched them together while eating ice cream, it’s absolute bliss. He also loves fantasy and sci-fi novels, Terry Pratchett, Red Dwarf, some Star Trek (he has issues with Janeway, and so I’ve neglected to mention I like her), British comedy and just about everything cool (besides T.A.T.u.; somehow he can’t grasp the appeal of pretty Russian girls pretending to be lesbians, I don’t know how he can not.). It’s been great having someone closer to my age around, he may be 28 but he’s a helluva lot easier to talk to than my parents.

Michael’s not the only one that’s been staying with us recently, the house seems full of noisy, argumentative, snarky, wonderful life compared to the times when it’s just Mum and I. Along with Michael my sister Sally stayed with us for a week or so, the day before she left I got to get out of school to go into the city with her and get stuffed on pancakes. Plus Mum and Dad are having their room refurbished by this guy called Dallas, so they’re staying in my room and I’m staying in my old room (IT’S PINK O_O). He’s quite a nice guy, when he’s not working I talk to him about music, he sings in a barber shop quartet.

Speaking of music, guess what. Go on, guess. Come on. It’s not hard, just think about it. I’ve already given you a clue, just guess…

…-_-;;

Ok then, since you’re so insistent on being clueless I’ll tell you, the school’s holding a production of the musical “Oliver” I get to be a thief! Ok, it’s not that big a deal, it’s not as though I’m Nancy or Dodger or someone like that, but I do get to be in the chorus of 3 songs, perhaps even 4 since I might be in the “Who Will Buy?” scene too. The part I’m really looking forward too is getting smeared with dirt.

What else has happened recently, hmmm…ummm…errr…IGOTADEVIANTARTACCOUNT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S TRUE!!!! IT’S TRUE!!! WHOOOOO!!!!! LOOK PROOF>>>>> LOOKIE<<<<<<< NOT HERE <THERE!!! And it’s all thanks to H, *worships H* when I die, she gets my stereo. Finally, all is right with the world.

Before school started I had a sleep over that was slightly odd, Shadi and Ash came over and it started as most of our sleepovers did, eating copious amount chocolate and watching something macabre, in this case “Interview with the Vampire” ( it’s not that macabre compared to what we usually watch). After that was over Shadi started talking to Maz over msn and told her he was high on sugar, and since I was getting bored I offered to make him truly high on sugar. With that I got some Milo, Nutella, coffee, sugar and milk, mixed it all together in a mug, heated it up, I then made Shadi eat it by sucking it through sugar cubes. Because being alone with friends late into the night tends to make one rather weird, or at least weirder, while I was making the concoction Shadi decided to be my deformed hunchback assistant/slash/guinea pig and became an evil scientist. Somewhere along the way Ash became some sort of creature I kept as a pet and ended up drinking milk from a cup I put on the floor.

I decided that since Shadi was my deformed hunchback assistant/slash/guinea pig he’d need a lobotomy, so I fetched my trusty eyeliner and gave him a huge stitch mark across his forehead. Then Ash and I decided we wanted beards, and sometime around 3 in the morning we went to bed as bearded hippie hobos.

Going back further still towards the end of the holidays my parents and I stayed with Sally in Darwin for a week, I liked it best when I got to stay with her in the house for the night while Mum and Dad were in the motel, we stayed up watching British and New Zealander comedy and I discovered that I’m prone feta-stuffed-olive addiction. I love Darwin, especially during the wet season, the sweltering humidity, constant rain, thunder that literally shakes the house; I’m a sucker for that kind of thing.

We also got to go see “The Producers,” Mel Brooks is pure class. I loved every second of it, I saw it again afterwards it was so good. It simply had everything a comedy should, song and dance numbers, drag queens, Nazis, Swedish exhibitionists and horny old ladies. Just keep it gay people, keep it gay.

And so; skipping back to ol’ 05.

I have long been aware that certain small children have the ability to reduce me to a fussy, affection, pampering, subservient scatter-brain who becomes an exhausted wreck after half and hour of pretending to be a pony, and then has dreams of suffocating children by locking them in cupboards the night after, but this knowledge rarely prepares me for a meeting with the repeat offender, Sarah. She’s about seven or eight now, I’ve known her from the time when she was a baby and since then she’s appeared at sporadic intervals throughout my life to fill me with momentary joy and sisterly affection, shortly followed by a state of zombification as the drool cakes of my chin through another game of her own devising. In these games she is usually the star and the director, I must follow her instructions or face the consequences. I’m yet to know what these consequences are; I’m too terrified to find out. o_O;;

Anyway, for New Years Eve my parents and I met up with the same bunch we usually meet up with, give or take a few: my Auntie Pat and Uncle Jeff (I’m not actually related to them I’ve just always called them that for a reason that has never been explained to me), their daughters Alex and Clare (as you can imagine it gets confusing when we’re in the same room together) Alex’s husband who I forget the name of and her kids Ryan, Ronelle (I have no idea how to spell her name correctly) and David, Clare’s husband who I also forget the name of, her daughter Sarah, Auntie Pam and Uncle…urgh, I give up >_<. Well, the bunch of us got together at Clare’s house for pizza, -which I didn’t eat because I have an aversion to onions-, music and general boozing. Ronelle was the closest person to my age there, I’m a young 15 and she’s an old 15, but being very different girls I spent all my time with Sarah.

At first we played Barbies, or something Barbie-esque anyway, the game began as two sisters having a party and somewhere along the way a megalomaniac flying kitten became involved. After a while Sarah became bored and to my relief we went into the lounge to watch TV where I had my first ever conversation with a drunk person. I didn’t realize Auntie Pam was drunk when she sat down next to me, but I began to notice when she started telling me about how she used to loan out adult books when she was small using her mother’s library card. This topic came up when I told her I was considering being an author, she then talked to me for the next fifteen minutes about how she thought that was a fabulous idea, then she told me about the crime novels she enjoyed and how she found reading one of the most enriching things you can possibly do. I always been apprehensive about being faced with a drunken person as I’ve assumed that they’d be quick to anger or upset, but I rather enjoyed our conversation, I don’t know if she actually meant anything she said but she seemed incredibly earnest, and as I’ve grown up being patronized by a lot of adults being told these things made me feel as though I was being taken seriously. Weird…

After that we all went into the lounge and played the DVD version of “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?” for half an hour or so. We got so bloody close!!!!! We were on the last question and we still had one life line left and we decided to use it. It was phone a friend. The bloody friend was wrong. We lost. Blergh.

We then watched the MTV count down to New Year’s and someone spilt champagne down my back. Auntie Pam then wanted to dance with everyone and Ronelle laughed herself silly as Pam chased her brothers round the lounge room. I danced and ended up stepping on a champagne glass, remarkably I didn’t get any glass stuck in my feet, although the glass didn’t come out of the situation too well. Sarah had fallen asleep on the couch and Auntie Pam kept falling on top of her, so Sarah eventually got up and danced with me, or to be precise we jumped around, but it was still fun ^_^. All in all it was quite a splendid New Years, I like jumping around, and we certainly did a lot of that.

On New Years Eve we’d just returned from Melbourne, my first time ever in Victoria, it was swell. Melbourne was magnificent, well actually it was like a bigger, shinier Perth, but that’s my definition of magnificent. On Christmas Eve we went and saw the Lion King Musical, hmmm, how could I describe it? Probably with something along the lines of…

OHMYFUCKINGYETTOBEDISCOVEREDDEITYTHISTOTALLYTOTALLYTOTALLYTOTALLYTOTALLYTOTALLYTOTALLYTOTALLYTOTALLYKICKSMAJORNAYPRESIDENTALBOOTY!!!!!!!!!!282!891!!37^&@!#^@9!!!!!!!

…that about covers it. I can’t describe it, just see it, you can’t die until you see it, trust me. It had more songs! And Scar makes a move on Nala o.O I took the phrase “Let’s make a lot of little Scars,” the wrong way at first; my thoughts went along the lines of, “I didn’t realize Scar was into that kind of thing…oooooh I get it.” My only quarrel with the musical version is that Scar doesn’t seem quite as evil as in the cartoon, but the fact that the hyenas have their own rock song makes me happy forever, so it doesn’t matter.

For Christmas we had lunch in the hotel restaurant and the Santa there was pure class, plus they had chocolate pie that dreams are made of. After singing along with the band, wearing paper hats and dancing with Santa we went back to the hotel room and watched “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” while eating the sweets from the mini bar. Quite a rather pleasant Christmas, especially in comparsion to the last few.

As far as gifts go I got a bunch of books including the Red Dwarf Omnibus *orgasm*; not as good as the Red Dwarf novel “Backwards” in my opinion (best book ever) but what happened to Rimmer in “Better Than Life” was delightfully pervy XD, pervy things always seem to happen to Rimmer, one the many reasons he rocks my world. The ending of “Better Than Life” was also rather sweet in a very sad way; I probably would have been very upset if I hadn’t already read “Backwards” and known that the boys are reunited…sort of. Anyone who hasn’t watched or read Red Dwarf in any of its forms before is truly deprived; it is slashy sci-fi comedy bliss.

While we were staying in Melbourne we visited the Crown Casino, or parts of it anyway, I couldn’t go into the actual casino part as I’m underage, but from what it could tell it was a lot of flashing lights and pokies. But the other areas of the casino were amazing; you can feel guilty just by looking at it as it's like you’re participating in some form of wicked and gratuitous visual gluttony. Outside they had these huge columns that had water running down the sides of them and when the sun went down they had massive bursts of flame came out of the top that would send heat surging over you like dragon's breath, absolute awesomeness. The casino had a cinema and while we were there we watched King Kong, it was such a cool movie and I ended up sobbing my eyes out. I wish Anne and Kong could have had a happy ending, but sadly I don’t think many movie goers would have been excepting of a love story between a woman and a giant ape, patrons of the old version and the remake alike, so I remain sadly unfulfilled *sniff*.

After we left Melbourne we drove around Yarra Valley for a while, which is a beautiful place landscape wise, but I found driving around looking at it all day quite dull, and was quite relieved to be on the plane home a few days later.

Before Year 9 finished my English teacher Ms Lovatt (she rocks, I gave her this on the last day) decided that because of my constant (and very annoying for the people around me, I imagine) Red Dwarf rants she let the class watch Red Dwarf for our last English lesson, it was awesome fun.

We also had an AEP camp where the year 8, 9 and 10 AEP students all went to New Norcia for a couple of days. We did things like Aboriginal face painting and boomerang throwing, plus we got to meet a St Benedict monk, they’re funky, they dress in black cloaks and don’t where any underwear. We even got to sit in on one of their prayers, and a girl fainted at the end from heat exhaustion. And of course we couldn’t leave without doing AEP idol, which was basically a mock talent competition. I teamed up with Darcie, Susan and Angela and we put on a play called “Recorder Idol,” Angela was the host, Darcie was the French contestant, Susan was the Swedish Contestant and I was the arty satanic judge who said things like “A bitter sweet melody reminiscent of the remorseful tune sung by a fallen angel as its pearly white wings turn to maggot filled carrion,” and “Played with the anger and energy of a star going super nova incinerating planets populated by small fluffy animals.” I got to put heaps of random black eyeliner on my face, talk in a strange European accent and say my name was Giger just for kicks, I had a ball. Lots of other people put on great acts; I especially like it when all the year 10s sang Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” at the end of their acts. It’s going to suck not being in AEP next year.

Well I think that’s about all I can be bothered telling you and it’s probably more than you can be bothered reading; boy that was my longest entry yet, I’ve REALLY got to update more frequently o_O. That can be one of my New Years Resolutions, well my only New Years Resolution, but it doesn’t need friends to succeed! That was a bit weird…I think I’m a bit tired…which is strange considering it’s only around 6pm and I got up around 9 this morning, probably got something to do with all that Star Wars I watched last night…why am I still typing?

XD

2006-01-06T07:20:27Z

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL BE A HOLOGRAM DAY!!!!! ^___^

A tradition began by the wonderful spacemonkeyluvn (who doesn't realise I'm stalking her >.>) this is the day we celebrate those wonderfully emotionally twisted computer projections, most importantly Rimmer, that make Red Dwarf something really special. I think it's held on the anniversary of Rimmer's death, I'll have to ask her...

She made icons!

Oh yeah, there was also Christmas and New Year...er...whoo ^^;;

That number between 14 and 16...

2005-11-16T09:49:24Z

I keep trying to talk to my sister Kate on msn but for some reason she's not answering...maybe she forgot to log off. *Poke poke* Nope, still nothing.

Anyway, this is a momentous occasion, for you see all my journal entries before this one were posted by a 14 year old, at least I think they were, maybe some were posted by a 13 year old...I'll go back and check...nope, they were all posted by a 14 year old. Anyway, in that respect this one is different, for you see; this one is posted by a 15 year-and-2 day old. An impostor you say? NO! It is I! For you see Monday was my birthday!

My parents gave me a wall clock and my sister Sally sent me a Triple J pencil case and school diary, so now I have to start listening to Triple J, she said that I'd look like a try-hard otherwise o.O? (She also sent me a Little Britain fridge magnet hehe ^_^) I think I used up the rest of my birthday favours on that concert I went to with Paige, the trip to Adventure World and on all those Discworld books I bought in Bunbury to keep myself sane (or something like it). Shadi also made me a pendant in Jewellery Class which I wore to school yesterday, and Mum got me a cake with a singing candle that stopped singing as soon as we lit it and wouldn't shut up as soon as I blew it out. Plus I got to walk around with balloons tied to my bag all day on my birthday (as is school tradition) I should try it more often, you get so much attention.

Because Lani's birthday is so close to mine we celebrated together at Adventure World. I went on the Fear Factor 5 and the only part that scared me was when Shadi said he was about to throw up on the Rampage, then I REALLY wanted to get off! I think the reason I wasn't scared was because I dedicated too much attention to remaining calm and didn't notice that I was actually on a ride and mistook it for a rocking chair, I surprisingly easy mistake to make when your eyes are squeezed shut. I also went on the rollercoaster and got winded when the ride ended and I got rammed into the safety bar. I think the best ride was the Tunnel of Terror waterslide because when you sing the Time Warp chorus on the way down you finish the ride and the song at the same time.

Well besides from being able to watch MA movies without an excuse the other thing of note was the fact that I dissected a rat today, a rather smelly business. They look rather funny when they come out the freezer because they've become squashed and look a lot like chew toys. You start by tying the rat down so that in the event of Jeffery Combs making an appearance you'll be prepared for reanimated rat's claws, and then you start to skin it. Susan tied the rat down but refused to be involved in the process any further as she'd had a rather unpleasant dream involving rats recently, so the skinning was left up to me. It was remarkable how easily the skin came off, and underneath the rat looked like a strangely discoloured sausage. Then Darcie, Angela and I all pitched into cutting off the layer of flesh around the organs and then it began to smell suspiciously like rotten chips. I cut out the heart and helped Angela unravel the intestines, remaining careful not to open the stomach so not to release the stink, and then we all got our pictures taken with our disembowelled rat and bloody instruments. I didn't feel nauseous at all until Mum gave me chicken for dinner and I realised what it looked like before it was cooked...

FREE DUCTTAPE!!!

2005-11-03T05:27:28Z

Ladies, Gentlemen and Indistinguishables, I have entered a mosh pit and lived to tell the tale. It all started quite a while ago actually, when Paige bought herself a ticket to the “Taste of Chaos” and for the following months she kept nagging me to get a ticket of my own. Personally I was all for dressing up as a runny ink painting and testing my ear drums to the point of their endurance, but unfortunately I am a born procrastinator and by the time I got around to ringing up the electronic man to get some tickets they were naturally all sold out. I was quite crestfallen seeing as I had been hoping to of been pulled into the downwards spiral of sex, drugs and rock and roll, but it seemed like fate had the same plans for me as my parents did.

Luckily while people like myself vegetate in front of the computer reading Good Omens smut religiously every Sunday morning and collecting Red Dwarf icons to adorn the msn they can’t be bothered logging onto, others actually solve problems, not only their own, but the problems of other people as well. Paige and her mother magically produced an extra ticket from Ebay, and the next thing I knew I was being introduced to fluro mascara and what I assumed were mini-skirts.

Paige had flown down all the way from Wickham to go the concert and I hadn’t seen her in a year, and I was quite shocked to realise that I’m actually taller than someone. Anyway I endured a day looking through clothe shops in some futile hope that I would find a girl’s T-shirt that didn’t have some incredibly vain or arrogant remark on the front, and settled with a black T-shirt with some random bright pink squiggles that looked suspiciously like another of my T-shirts. I also bought my first ever mini skirt, at least it seemed mini to me even though Paige assured me it wasn’t. Actually it was about the same length all the girls at school wear their school skirts as they all feel it necessary to fold them up to the height of were their upper thighs meet their asses. Sort of the opposite of how all the boys were their pants around their knees so we can all get a good view of their boxers.

I also bought some fish-net knee-highs which was fun because I could pretend to be a female-female impersonator and strut around in feathers with a camp voice. They weren’t as impressive as Paige’s fishnet stockings but I’m getting there. And so Paige panicked Mum by telling me to slap anyone who touched my ass while she was in earshot, Dad drove into the wrong parking area at the showgrounds and the gatekeeper thought we were a member of the band, Mum insisted we take huge coats with us so we didn’t catch colds which we ended holding for the following 5 hours as we marinated in everyone’s sweat and we waited in line for an hour where a random guy gave me some duct tape.

The concert took place inside and consisted of all these bands Paige liked and I’d only ever heard of from her, but a lot of their songs seemed to have beautiful, poetic and emotional lyrics set to heavily emotional, haunting and melodious beats which is drowned out most of the time by the lead singer screaming. Paige is 13 turning 14 and I’m 14 turning 15 (in 11 days! YAY!) and most people there seemed to be around 17 and a lot taller than us, so Paige and I couldn’t see the stage for most of the concert, but I could definitely feel the beat from the speakers interfering with my heart’s rhythm. I had promised Mum that I’d stick with Paige but we’d unwittingly stood in the packed space right near the front and as soon as the bands came on everyone ran forward and I felt my face squashed against the back of a complete stranger who was probably dealing compression issues of their own. Paige and I had held hands and I felt like I was going to pop a blood vessel when our arms got squashed between two girls. I felt like Paige was trying to slip her hand out of mine so I let go and was thrown around in the crowd for a while before finding her again.

It was great fun being thrown around, if you started to fall over you’d land on top of someone and then everyone behind you would start to fall over in a wave, and then it would go in the opposite direction, and then everyone would fall on top of you which is also great fun, then you start to suffocate, which isn’t quite as fun, but it was certainly exciting once you get your breath back. It’s like some sort of cheap carnival ride really.

For a while Paige thought it would be better if we went to the back since she’s an asthmatic, but the back was frightfully boring so we pushed our way back to the front. I was surprised to discover how nice everyone was, one guy even offered to push us out into the open if we started to get crushed. They also all liked to swear an awful lot, even the guy who was in charge of the building swore heaps, and the bands’ every sentence housed a swear word: “You guys are fucking awesome! We want to see some fucking crowd surfing! Do you swear to the fucking devil?” And so forth.

Imagine being in a can of sardines, only vertically, and the sardines and still alive and jumping to get out, plus instead of oil or tomato sauce you’ve got everyone’s sweat and water from water bottles people keep throwing about (I think one hit me on the head at one point) to soak in and you’ve got a vague impression of moshing, plus people keeping brushing against your backside and touching your waist. Guys also keep forming these sort of whirlpools in the middle of the moshing and would run across and crash into the people around the sides. Paige and I unintentionally ending up on the side of one of these twice.

When the lead singer says something everyone hollers and makes the devil sign with their hand in the air, and even though I couldn’t understand what they were saying half the time and didn’t even know what the bands were I did so anyway because it looked fun and as Rimmer would say: “When in Rome…wear a toga.”

After 5 hours Paige and I staggered out after being on our feet for the whole time without water and dulled hearing and I was quite thankful to spend the next few hours lying in a hammock chatting with Paige’s friends and relatives, possibly some of the most pleasantly laidback people in the universe, before passing out on their couch around 3’O Clock.

Oh yeah, I’m back from Bunbury by the way. WHile I was there I had a conflict with a spa but I might write about that some other time. Right now I’m at home trying to shake off a cold before a birthday party on Sunday.

Sometimes you've just gotta get it all out...

2005-10-01T13:07:54Z

“Oh well this won’t do at all.”
“What won’t?”
“Well you see there is nothing here but lots of white…and that’s about it…yeah.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Well it’s not exactly very interesting is it?”
“What have you got against the color white?”
“Yeah! Leave the poor color alone!”
“Who are you?”
“Sorry, that was just me pretending to be someone else…you know, to back myself up…heh.”
“Oh, well that’s just…stupid. Anyway, white’s not a color, it’s a shade.”
“So, what’s wrong with it?”
“There’s nothing WRONG with it, there’s just something wrong with everything else.”
“What’s wrong with it? HMMMM???”
“It’s not here.”
“Why’s it gotta be here?”
“Because we’re here, and I like everything, I like to look at it; I like to play with…”
“You don’t need to elaborate.”
“Why not? What if I want to elaborate? Considered that?”
“I have no consideration, it’s part of my personality. Live with it.”
“I could change your personality…I did create it after all…”
“You mean…”
“Yes Arelic, I am your father.”
“…but you’re a chick.”
“That’s discrimination.”
“No it isn’t, its biology.”
“Don’t talk to me about biology, if anyone knows biology it’s me.”
“You don’t even know that chicks can’t father children.”
“Well YOU have no sense of reality, cause they can.”
“Prove it.”
“I can’t prove it NOW. Besides, there would be a nine month waiting period to show it actually worked.”
“…”
“Yup.”
“Is there anywhere I can go to get away from you?”
“Alaska?”
“Why won’t you go to Alaska? What have you got against it?”
“It’s cold, and all my stylish fur coats are at the dry cleaners.”
“You dry clean fur?”
“That’s what I assumed when I sent it…”
“Hey look we’ve filled up an entire page with crap! This is pointless; I’m going to rent out a zombie movie then act it out in the downtown shopping mall.”
“There isn’t much point, it’s a Sunday, no one will be there.”
“No it’s not, it’s Saturday Night.”
“But by the time you’ve finished watching the movie it will be Sunday morning, and that capital letter on night was quite uncalled for.”
“I’ll CapitAl WHat i liKe, aND yOu Have sTupID eArs.”
“I’ll have you know our creator finds my ears quite charming, be careful what you say to a Vorta, especially one with wacky machines and mutated creations.”
______Arelic_has_left_this_existence_Wear_a_seatbelt_Buy_coon_cheese______
“It’s time like this I wish I had a mother. That way I could scream at her.”
______Areal_has_left_this_existence_Help_solve_overpopulation_by_watching_The_Ring______

(I'm going the to Bunbury! ...again! YAAAAAYARRRRRRRRRGH!!!! Somebody put me out of my misery! Samara, I'm waiting...)

areal_ravendark @ 2005-08-22T21:10:00

2005-08-22T13:14:18Z

Anna said I look like Tom Hanks today...o_O

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-08-13T13:03:04Z

DOCTOR WHO TOTALLY ROCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Must...breath...slower...ohmyohmyohmyohmyohmy!!! HOW CAN I WAIT TILL CHRISTMAS?!?!?!?! Must...have...more...

The Parting of Ways had everything a last episode should have! Romance, snogging, bisexual snogging, OT3-ism, religious fanaticism, tragedy, weird god-like stuff, DALEKS!!!! Actually it could have had a bit more daleks...but that doesn't matter, I heard they'll be back in season 3. The new Doctor was better looking than in his photos, which is always a plus :D I would be more upset about them leaving Jack behind but he'll be back in season 2 so my fellow Jack fans and I will have nothing to worry about, he looked so sad when he realised he'd missed the TARDIS :'(. I loved the Bad Wolf entity, awesome stuff, I love that kind of way out sci-fi that is basically indistinguishable from fantasy, not even indistinguishable infact, the exact same thing, it makes everything so magical and romantic. There was awesome acting from all the actors involved, I love it when characters show their vulnerable sides. There is absolutely nothing I can say about the episode that would be bad (besides the lack of Daleks which I've mentioned, but hey, they've got limited time and the more personal Rose plot was worth the Dalek's sacrifice, besides Daleks never truly die, we'll be seeing them again.) Another thing I loved was how the Daleks had turned all religious, religion is always dramatic, and I was particularly receptive to it since I'd just finished reading "Good Omens", which I'll talk about some other time when Dr Who isn't pouring out of my ears.

Anything else to report? Of course! My life isn't THAT uneventful, but in my current state all I can manage is: OMG!!!132DRWHOTOATLLUYYROCKSPAO!!!!!!2

OMG!OMGOMGOMGO111qw!

2005-07-16T10:12:14Z

“I’m back! I’M BACK!!! My back! URGH! My back!” ~Peter Parker: Spider Man 2

GAGH! My poor journal, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you! I don’t really have much of an excuse, we got another high internet bill, which turned out to be the left over expenses from the month before we changed the internet plan, but one bill too many gave me a sort of phobia of the internet and I was afraid to go near it for a while. By the time I realized I didn’t need to worry about racking up another frighteningly high bill I had regressed into my previous extremely expensive escapist addiction, I was totally high on DVD bliss.

It started rather innocently, we have a copy on Spider Man on video, and since I had nothing to do I decided to watch it, the first time I saw it I thought it was rather corny, but after spending a year in English learning to see symbolism and juxtapositioning I realized it actually had some rather cool subtext, not that I can remember any of it now. So I decided it was time to watch Spider Man 2, we made a trip to the video store and I rented it out, then I spotted a video called Tank Girl, which keep on giving me the mental image of a bald female comic book character with a band aid on her forehead. I realized it was a movie my sisters had watched with me when I five, so I got that one out as well.

Spider Man 2 was excellent, funny and oh so very angsty, although I don’t think there was very much focus on Doc Oct; it made more room for Peter’s character development, which is fun. The important thing is it was better than the first one. My favorite part was when Peter complains his costume’s tight around the crouch to the guy in the elevator :D.

I can’t believe Tank Girl was so unpopular with critics! I can understand why it might be unpopular with fans because they had the comic to compare it to, but I’ve never read the comic before and I loved the movie! It was just plain fun! I loved the colorful costumes, characters, sets and dialogue, and the cartoon sequences were like Beetles style acid trips! Plus it had a female heroine who isn’t a wet blanket or the bossy voice of common sense like they tend to be portrayed in other movies and TV shows. There was even a femeslashy scene between Jet Girl and Tank Girl ^_^

So it began, my speedy decent into the lethargic, slovenly world of Saturday afternoons in front of the booze box, eating entire blocks of Nestles Double Blend Chocolate everyday (and I’m honestly not joking) and shifting from my comfortable little niche on the couch only to change disks (I’m sure glad I just noticed the spelling mistake I had in the word “disks”).

As soon as those DVDs had to be taken back my glowing admiration and borderline obsession I had of Red Dwarf finally got the chance to bloom into the full blown fandom fanaticism I have now when I realized I could rent the series from the video store in nifty little DVDs that came with cast commentary, documentaries, deleted scenes and lots shiny bonus material. My affection towards the character Rimmer I gained when I read the Red Dwarf novel “Backwards” (that’s the name of the novel, I have not yet attempted reading any book backwards) was solidified when I watched season 5 for the first time. From that DVD I got to see Rimmer fall in love, Rimmer as a super intelligent geek, Rimmer go hologram crazy and wear a dress, Rimmer with frizzy hair, Rimmer get tied up and tortured by his own self loathing and my personal favorite, Rimmer wearing fishnet stockings, telling Lister he’s going to “have” him once his finished whipping him (nudge nudge wink wink chortle chortle cough cough). From that moment on I was a Red Dwarf Rimmer/Lister shipper. That show is just crawling with slashy subtext, which isn’t even “sub” at times. Just watch “Blue” and you’ll know what I mean XD.

After seeing that episode I decided to watch The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Time Warp is so darn catchy! I’ve been singing it to myself for weeks! If you are yet to witness the wonders of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, do so quickly. I’ve watched it six times already.

It’s been cold here, quite cold indeed, so cold that the weather itself tends to catch on to people, giving them a nice little excuse to stay home for the day, or in my case, the week, drinking gross cherry cough medicine and doing absolutely nothing that requires any physical or mental strength or stamina. I’m over the flu now, but it managed to keep me home for half of the school holidays, which isn’t entirely bad, because I’d discovered yet another fandom to provide a blissful escape from the, in most respects, grey reality some of us live in. It’s called, Farscape, and it makes me proud to be an Australian, and gives me a strange urge to start watching Sesame Street again…

It’s an Australian sci-fi show made with the Jim Henson Company about an American astronaut named John that gets hurdled through a wormhole, and finds himself in a part of the universe populated by psychotic Muppets and aliens with Australian ascents. The bad guy wears a BDSM leather body suit and a clone of his personality lives in John’s head, who he nicknamed Harvey, and throws in a metaphorical dumpster or turns him into a Loony Tune when he gets annoying.

The show, though most of the time keeping a precarious balance on what passes for sanity in the world of sci-fi, just slips into complete and utter madness at times. Most of the aforementioned madness taking place inside John’s head, who is slowly slipping into insanity through the course of the series. My favorite character is Pilot, the giant Muppet who is symbiotically joined to the living spaceship Moya. The funny thing about Farscape is that everyone has serious mental and emotional problems, and the spaceships are by far no exception, half the time Moya is stressing over her son…who’s a warship o_O. I would say more about the other characters, but I don’t know how to spell their names.

We went down to Bunbury for the last week of the holidays, *sigh* again. I feel too guilty complaining verbally about it so I do as much non-verbal complaining as I can do instead, and I get a lot of non-verbal scolding in return, so I guess it all equals out. There was an upside, hey Sarah, I’ve started reading Discworld. I was allowed to buy a book to pass the time and I thought it was a good a time as any to start reading the series, so I bought “The Color of Magic,” and “The Light Fantastic.” It is everything that I feel Harry Potter (I got the 6th book this morning, Tony Blair was in it! :P), no in fact, EVERY fantasy series is lacking. Let’s start with Rincewind, wow, he is everything I’ve always wanted in a hero, not incredibly smart, not incredibly strong, the very opposite of incredibly brave, the kind of hero that doesn't make you whimper with inadequacy, and hilariously funny. I love everything about Rincewind; I don’t know how to put it any other way. Plus his reaction to his first ever spell was dead funny.

Now Twoflower, grin, grin, grinity, grin. They say that disliking Twoflower is like kicking a puppy, and…that may not be the best metaphor in my case >_>. Anyway, I can’t think of any other word to describe Twoflower but lovable, call me soppy if you want, but I think his outlook on life is the way to go. I would say more, but I may harm diabetics, so best to leave it. Let’s just say I was more than a tad bit grumpy to see him depart at the end of TLF.

And, who could forget that little box of horrors, the Luggage. The Luggage doesn’t have any dialogue in the story, nor does it have an actual face to express itself with, but the way the author (who I’ve tried not to mention up to this point because I can’t spell his surname) writes in such a quirky way that whenever the words “The Luggage” are mentioned in the story I burst out laughing. It reminds me strangely of a cross between a dog and a clam…

Who could have thought that character death could be such a happy part of a story, since it often heralds the arrival of the character, Death, pun intended >_>. Who would have thought that the Grim Reaper could actually be such an agreeable guy? o_O

Anyway, besides me reading Discworld and sulking, not much else happened in Bunbury, we stayed at a different hotel with smaller rooms but nicer showers, and we went and saw some movies. Bewitched was weird, I felt it was a comedy centered around acting rather than around witchcraft, but perhaps that was part of the joke that the guy’s profession was trying to outshine the girl, or something. We saw Madagascar, and like basically all of the 3D animated movies that have been coming out lately it was very entertaining, and with a little Jekyll and Hyde subtext which a have a sort of affinity for. We went to see War of the Worlds twice, it was nothing like the book, and I felt it sort of missed the point, but the tripods looked beautiful and the excellent directing did wonders of enhancing the tension and horror in scenes. The ending was a bit of an anticlimax however, it did end the same way as the book, but it didn’t capture the emotions of loneliness, despair and astonishment in the same way. Well actually I don’t remember the book all that well, but I do own the musical, which stays vaguely true to the original. If you haven’t gone to see it, I recommend seeing it while it’s still in the cinemas since it looks best on a big screen. Anyway, I still think the musical is War of the Worlds best incarnation, so blah.

If you’ve bothered to read this far through my driveling, I guess I might as well tell you that the sky is currently a dull blue with gold-ish clouds in it. Still reading? Wow, you really are bored…or really nosey…who are you reading my journal anyway? Go away! Go on! Shoo!

areal_ravendark @ 2005-04-27T20:59:00

2005-04-27T13:00:24Z

Another 21 hours until Dragon Booster...if I miss this episode my chest will cave in, pushing my innards out through my mouth, ears and eye sockets. I woke up early to watch Ace Lightning this morning for the second time, maybe that's why I've felt so sleepy for two days in a row. I ate breakfast on my bedroom so I wouldn't wake up mum and spilt milk on the carpet, it's amazing the absorbency powers of carpets, one moment the milk droplets were sitting there and the next minute, gone. I think my carpets absorbed all kinds of things in it's time...I mean, my sister used to own that room.

When I came home I watched Fairly Odd Parents, I'm becoming quite fond of that wacky little cartoon, Timmy and Vicky hugged O_O! Well, now I know where that pairing came from. Western Cartoons, so simple, yet so mindlessly amusing. Like Bounty Hamster...it had an Alien parody! For that it earned a place in the "10 minute Cartoon at 5:50pm Weekdays on ABC" section of my heart along with Untalkative Bunny...what?

The good thing about SEEMINGLY (note the SEEMINGLY part) mindless cartoons is that you can fill in the gaps with all the kooky junk lying around in your imagination. All that has to go somewhere. It's kind of like when it's more fun to pair characters that aren't already coupled. Someday I'm going to do an in-depth analysis of the most unsuspecting cartoon, I swear it.

I was just reading Reokin's journal, he has the skill of moving from one random topic to another with the most fluidic movement, from suicide hamburgers to in-depth metaphors...I'm jealous XD

New Colours

2005-04-26T12:59:16Z

I just changed the colour of my livejournal, I think it's pretty, but I might change it again, choices, so many choices...aw well, bedtime.

I made a community!

2005-04-25T10:02:55Z

http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=ace_lightning

There it is! In all it's...well I can't say glory since it's currently empty...will YOU make it glorious? For me?

Back from Bunbury

2005-04-25T05:51:43Z

The things I learnt while on holiday:

Dad’s snore is the creepiest sound in the world.

The effort it takes to pull out the sheets in hotel beds is enough to knock you out for the night.

Window shopping can become incredibly repetitive.

Hotel showers are the most irritating things I’ve ever come across.

The most pleasant surprises are found in the most unexpected places.

If you squeal loud enough your parents will buy you anything.

If you spend every waking minute on the computer at home whenever you pass an internet café on holiday people immediately ask if you’re suffering withdrawal.

It is very difficult not to stare at the window display of adult shops while walking past.

Bunbury has more adult shops then any place I’ve seen, 2!

My Mother and I have absolutely no common interests. -_-

The first day of window shopping in Bunbury was fun, it has lots of charming little shops around the place, but window shop in the same places for 5 days and you start getting bored. It's even more tedious when your conversations with you're companion, in my case my Mum, go like this:

Mum: Lovely weather today isn't it, we've been so lucky with the weather.

Me: (in another world) Yeeeeeah...

Mum:...

Me:...

Mum:...

Me: Tehehehehehehehe

Mum: What are you laughing at?

Me: I'm just thinking of something...

Mum: Don't do that, it makes people think there's something wrong with you.

Me: Yeah, whatever.

Mum: We've got to get you some new cloths for winter.

Me: MORE?!?!?!? O_O

Mum: (Scary dragon like) Well I don't much enjoy shopping either but it's something we have to do!

Me: *humph*

Mum: Don't get all grumpy at me! Show some enthusiasm!

Me: x_X

Mum: Why don't you wear jeans? Everyone wears them, it's the style.

Me: The stitching around the crotch is painful x_x, let’s just get trackies.

Mum: How about this shirt.

Me: Ick, it's pink and preppy.

Mum: Oh yes, you don't like pink.

Me: I like pink when it's used properly.

Mum: Now we need to get you some more underwear, you’re running out and the laundry room is broken.

Me: ARGH, can I just go and look at the computer games?

Mum: (ticked off) FINE! Just leave me!

Me: WHOOHOO!

And that was the bulk of communication with another human being during my holiday.

The shower in our hotel drove me to the brink of madness, I turned on the hot and cold, the water was freezing, I turn up the hot and wait a minute, it's too cool, I turn up the hot again, I get in the shower and get scolded, I turn the hot down and by the time the temperature’s right Dad's yelling at me to get out. GRRRRRRRR!!!!

Adult shops seem to attract confused teenagers like moths to flickering bathroom fluorescing lights, if I'm any example of a moth, I mean teenager. For some confusing reason Pleasures Unlimited (Note the R was framed by a diamond) had a normal looking Astroboy T-shirt in the window along with the edible undies, is there something about Astroboy ABC Kids hasn't told me? o_O

Now that I've mentioned the ABC, it's time to tell you what happened in an ABC Shop. There I was, minding my own business, looking at Vicar of Dibley and Doctor Who DVDs, when Mum told me it was time to go for reasons I forget. I was casually walking down the isle looking at the shelves I passed on the way to door, and the most beautiful sight struck me. There, in the last place I'd ever imagine, painted in pink, blue and black, was the book I'd only ever seen on the internet, the book titled "www HR GIGER com." I let out a squeal of shock delight, yelling "Oh my Lord" and grabbed the book. Despite the $60 label, Mum brought it for me, knowing nothing of its rather lewd contents.

I took that book home, threw off the plastic, and discovered that my favorite artist likes to tell dirty jokes about incest and bestiality. That was the highlight of my holiday.

areal_ravendark @ 2005-04-15T15:24:00

2005-04-15T07:27:51Z

</td><td valign="top">You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other.</td></tr>

You are 51% geek

Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

I have NO idea what that implies...I mean how can I be 51% Geek if I'm meant to be 98% water? o_O

A whole bunch of quiz results.

2005-04-15T04:45:13Z

Do you know what I was doing while I wasn't updating? Quizzes.

Yami/Yugi

You're the cutest couple off of Yu-Gi-Oh. Yami
loves and protects Yugi with all his heart, and
Yugi returns the emotion. It's easy to
communicate, because neither one gets mad at
the other too easily. The relationship is full
of trust, love, tender embraces, playful
kisses, and constant understanding. Don't ever
lose your desire for idealistic romance, or
your belief that Mr. Right is out there for
you--You'll find him sooner or later!

Which YAOI Yu-Gi-Oh couple are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

Cute...so very, very cute...mmmmm, Yugi o.O He's just so short XD!

Squick: You are sick and perverse. You go against
the laws of man and nature. You probably use
food in ways it was never meant to be used. You
almost certainly aren't sleeping with someone
your own age.

What Genre of Fanfiction Porn Are You? (With Images)
brought to you by Quizilla

...er...hi? o.O MUHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH...-_-

I'm Jason Isaacs as Captain Jas Hook! I'm a
dastardly Australian bastard with great
tattoos, and the most modern of the bunch.
I'm the scariest, most vile Hook ever to grace
the silver screen, but somehow I also manage to
be the most sympathetic. I make all the little
fangirls scream.

Fangirls eh? ^^

GUL DUKAT: No one truly understands you, then
again you haven't really met anyone great
enough to understand you, have you? You seek
power, but not at the expense of your family.
You also seek the love of the Bajoran people,
but are doomed to frustration with their
monkey-like intelligence. At least, you used
to, but now you're dead, fried to a crisp by
the Pah Wraiths.

YAY! I'm insane! Ooooo, I get my own Weyoun demon to haunt me <3 *evil grin*

You are Deep Space Nine. You goth, you.

And I've got Weyoun ^_______________________________________^ DS9 rocks.

You are a maniac
killer.
It doesn't matter who they are and what they
have or haven't done. You still want to kill
them. And for a simple reason only; it's fun.
Seeing people in pain is like ecstasy. Maybe
you have some sort of mental problems or you
are this way because of previous deep scars,
only you know. But now you are sadistic and
maybe you only like to see a special group of
people be in pain (e.g. preps). However you are
not the most social person in the bunch and
people think you are weird. That bothers you
somewhat but atleast you can entertain yourself
with daydreaming about killing them. After all,
they have no idea what's coming.

Main weapon: Explosives and torture
equpiment
Quote: "Insanity: a perfect
rational adjustment to an insane world" -
R.D. Lang
Facial expression: Wicked smile

Awww, Maniac? Me? ^^ Trust me, I'm completely hamless >:D

Be back soon!

2005-04-15T03:46:08Z

I accidently pressed the little update button by mistake so I thought this would be as good a time as any to just let ya know I'll be gone for a week to Bunbury...so that's why I won't be on msn. Yesterday Maz showed me how to download music videos from AnimeMusicVideo.org and now I'm addicted ^^ I've two Excel Saga vids and now I'm really interested in Excel Saga, it looks hilarious! People keep dying XD.

Freudian Readings are Fun

2005-04-08T07:48:17Z

I did my Alien presentation today!!!!!!!!!!!

It was so fun! People were laughing because I was pointing out the sexual and Freudian symbology in the movie, most people thought it was really gross but really funny at the same time ^^, just the kind of result I was hoping for!

I showed them the gender symbology on the Nostromo, (I got to use one of those little laser things!) and the alien’s phallic jaws and stuff. Everyone was laughing! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *Does a happy dance*

Sigman Freud, that's his name, that name again is Sigman Freud!

I showed them the scene where Kane gives birth to the Alien and the scene where Ash attacks Ripley and they wanted to keep on watching! I've never been able to hold an audience like that before! WEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

It reminds me of the time that Mrs. Lovett was explaining to the class what phallic symbols were (when we were starting the film task actually), their squeals of disgust is music to my ears XD!!!!! As I had been reading "Angels and Demons" at the time I decided to add the fact that the thumbs up are also a phallic symbol ^^;;; from now on we've had a thumb inside the palm policy :P It was so funny when she was pointing out phallic symbols in the room! XD ESPECIALLY the El Dorado poster we have posted up! She pointed out how the sword was a phallic symbol, how it was pointing upwards and how he was sitting behind another guy on the horse o_O;;; XD We were also given a legitimate reason not to chew our pens O_O;;;

Note to self: Freudian Analysis gets em every time ^^