I'm still too brainfried to provide a full report on Supanova, but here's two pictures from the day we cosplayed (yesterday.) The first is us performing, the second is about two minutes after we got offstage. You can see pretty clearly what's going through my head (namely "My feet are dead, my ribs are numb, I'm dying of thirst, and I need to pee, TAKE THE DAMN PHOTO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD"--I think everyone was thinking this but the boys all had full-face masks with which to conceal it.)


The song we did was 'Good To Be Bad' (though cut down to about two minutes)


From L-R: George as Monsterican Dream-era Amen, Curt as Arockalypse-era Lordi, yours truly as MD-era Enary, Blake as MD-era Kalma, and Jake as MD-era Kita. By the end of the day my costume was being held together with duct tape and force of will and that wig had eaten at least three small children.

There might be video be coming later, we'll see. xD

Stolen from Derek.

Thanks for the hugs, guys <3

NOW THAT I'M DONE EMOING >_> Quick update:

People are crazy. Seriously, everyone taking psychology either is bugfuck nuts already, or will be bugfuck nuts by the time they reach Honours. Proven fact. Moreover, I'm not convinced they didn't slip some speed or something in the water the last time they fluoridated it, because even the sane non-uni people I know are going mad. And getting thinner, oddly. I will be thinner by the time winter is over because if I haven't had a major lung infection by June it is a sign of the impending apocalypse.

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN LIKE TWO MONTHS. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO. >_> It's on a Sunday, which makes it kind of hard to do what everyone is urging me to do, i.e. "GO DRINKING MILL COME DRINKING WITH US MILL GO DRINKING". Do the words 'Monday morning exams' mean NOTHING to these people, of course not.

Yesterday there was a very informative session on ways to get into the clinical psychology field, post-graduation. Right now I'm thinking about taking pathway one (do a two-year supervised internship, assuming I can find someone who'll take me on as an intern) and then maybe go back and do a doctorate or something. I'd do the doctorate straight out, but there's no way in hell I'm going to have the 80% or whatever it is you need to get in at the end of my honour's year. Hell, my odds of getting into honours are quite slim--statistics is going to ruin my grades this semester, I can tell already.

As most of you have heard me babble about by now, there is An Event this weekend. I'm going. So is That Dude I'm Still Shagging For Some Reason and TDISSFSR's girlfriend. It's going to be the first time I've ever met her. Because I do not function as a normal person, I am of course treating this as a competition. I'm giving TDISSFSR (gotta find a better moniker for him) a lift there and back, and I want to see if I can get into his pants before he goes on to spend the day with his girlfriend (or better yet after he's spent hte day with his GF.) Wtf, my brain. Battle plans have been drawn up and I'm pretty sure that even if I don't succeed I can still mess with his head in a big way, which is always fun.

Supanova itself is looking pretty fucking awesome so far. :)

Uhh I think that's all. Oh: UNI ATE MY LIFE. As soon as Supanova's over my nose is going back to the grindstone.

So today we did personality disorders in depth. For pretty much the whole segment on borderline I was sitting there going "Yep, yep, yep..." and when they went into causes, well. xD

And so now I'm all cranky and resentful and bitter and insecure and DEAR GOD, SOMEBODY GET ME SOME CANDY AND A HUG.

I really really need a functional camera. =|

It's kind of funny reading over my paperjournals for the past couple years (they are where I keep all the incredible, bugfuck insane things that come out of my head so I don't end up saying them in public/going on a killing spree.) I can pinpoint the exact days my mental health starts improving (and when it inevitably declines again.) Typically these are like, two weeks after starting a new medication, or when my family has vanished from my life for a brief while, or when Cat or Joey or whoever does something especially awesome for me, or when I'm doing something 'good' for other people.

The slightly weirder thing: recently I've been fucking a guy who has a steady girlfriend who thinks she's going to marry him in a couple years time. And by fucking I mean, well, fucking--we're sort-of-friends, but there's really no deep and/or meaningful relationship there, aside from the physical. And since I started doing that my mental health has been improving.

Correlation doesn't equal causation, of course, but I just find that amusing. xD It's one of the few relatively simple 'bad' things I've done all year (AND IT'S ALREADY MARCH, WTF. I AM SO BEHIND SCHEDULE HERE.)

Speaking of, I have a certain birthday coming up in about a month, what should I do with it?

( Spoilers for Watchmen under the cut. )

I'm in a very rambly mood today.

Oh wow, people always say cough syrup has alcohol in it, but I didn't realise it was that much. (Though quite possibly it was not the alcohol and rather the sculling of two bottles of cough syrup. That really can't be good for me.)

Stupid fucking weather apparently has bipolar.

Okay I'm at uni and I'm in a pointless class and I'm BORED, so, for the next half hour: PLEASE TALK TO ME. I'm on MSN (anti-ism@hotmail blah blah if you don't have it already--but since you're on my Flist YOU PROBABLY SHOULD)and going seriously out of my skull. If you are online, please, talk to me before I take matters into my own hands. That never ends well.

OH ALSO: I reallyreally want to go see Mindless Self Indulgence at the Tivoli in April, but I can't. >( Ah well. At least I got to see them at Soundwave that time. Still need to get my hands on their new album, too. I'm such a lazy fangirl.

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN IS ON TV. My day, she is made.

I have a 3000 word essay to write with the topic, "Critically evaluate the notion that personality disorders simply represent extreme manifestations of traits that exist within the general population." I need to talk to the lecturer about it because I have a rough idea of what I want to write about, but no idea where to start. (And because frankly I fucking suck at academic essays, lab reports, etc. and should really take advantage of the resources I have at hand. My refusal to seek help was not good for my grades last year and I want a GPA of 6 for this semester.)

Uhhh, some of the people on my f-list have been talking about Race Fail '09, and having read bits of the action, frankly I want nothing to do with it. All the white people on one side have crazy that surpasses my own, with a few exceptions (actually, that's a lie. All the exceptions are on the other side of the argument.) What the HELL, white academics, shut the fuck up and READ WHAT THE OTHER PEOPLE ARE SAYING.

I have been listening to a buttload of Motley Crue (fuck the umlauts) and reading bits of The Heroin Diaries. It turns out I am just like Nikki Sixx, only when I was hiding in my closet with a knife because I having paranoid delusions and people were coming to kill me, I wasn't famous, so it didn't matter. xD

I've stopped taking the antidepressants, but not my birth control, because I am so getting into this guy's pants... the more important thing is probably that I stopped taking the antidepressants. I'm (hopefully) having a doctor get me a referral to a pathologist who will do a blood panel for me and I don't want that shit screwing anything up. I suspect it's done that before. Medicare finally sent me a card, so it's just a matter of I guess booking an appointment with campus health. The idea of talking to a new doctor is actually scaring the piss out of me (what if they think I'm making it up? What if it's all in my head? What if they get it wrong? WHAT IF IT'S A TUMOUR?--this is the inside of my head) but I don't trust my old one any more, so I guess it's my only real option now. And at least they bulk bill. I will stop pussyfooting around about this soon.

If you want to know my thoughts on Watchmen, you're better off having a conversation about it--I couldn't express everything without someone else to bounce of. I will say that Jackie Earle Haley and Jeffrey Dean Morgan both made my life. And that I have a huge crush on Malin Ackerman now. Anything else... well, TDFers, I'm very active in the Watchmen thread, and the rest of you can IM me (I have AIM too now, btw. I'm SunlightHalo on there. No, it is actually a reference to a Crowded House song about domestsic violence.)

It's been raining a lot recently, the temperature's dropped abruptly by about ten degrees in two days. I have an excuse to dress like a serial killer again! Yaaaaaaaay!

Medicare needs to send me my fucking card so I can get to a fucking doctor and have them figure out what the fuck is wrong with me. Bleck. My head is spiiiinniiiiiiiiing.

The associations meme: laughably short compared to some peoples', but meh. xD I'll post an actual substantial entry later today, probably.

( From Carol )

( And from Five: )

I will get around to filling out that Associations meme soon, I swear. xD In the mean time feel free to throw things you associate with me at me.

Check out what I got today:

(and yes I do mean the fabulous skeleton belly piercing, and not my not-quite-as-fabulous underoos.)

I want a brain with Golgi and Nissl stains. And maybe also a luxol fast blue stain, but those are rare. I want it in a jar on my desk.

I don't want to get into physiological psychology, though. Sticking electrodes in kitten brains is just too oogy.

I am officially going to Supanova. Mum got me a weekend pass. I love that woman on occasion. <3

Still trying to figure out how to afford text books, and kind of freaking out about the Lordi show, because it seems really, really dodgy. =\

And I uh... wrote this a while ago and planned to write more but never got around to it. I'm posting it here for posterity because I may accidentally delete it in the file cleanup I'm about to embark on. (By the way, there are--or will be--vampires.)




( About 1000 words. )


Constructive criticism very welcome. Comments screened.

So Process Faciliation was awesome, and Statistics was... bearable. The lecturer this year is much better. Only unfortunate thing: they both have major American accents. I suck at deciphering American accents.

Uhh, might not be posting so much here--I'm going to head off to a doctor ASAP because doing something as mentally challenging as uni has made me realise how badly my health has deteriorated. Concentrating on the lecture was so fucking hard. Sigh.

I do have a twitter, though. It's here. I forgot it existed for a while. I update it a bit more often these days, mostly coz I can text to it. xD

MY THIGH HIGHS ARRIVED TODAY AND THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL. One teensy problem; they're a touch too loose around the top, and I can't lace 'em any tighter. xD Anyone know how to make boots that are too loose tighter, let me know. I'm consider my old combat-boot standby of tying the leftover lace around the top really tightly, but that seems less sightly on lovely PVC.

AND I GOT MY CORSET FITTING. silkorchid is very lovely and very professional, and I definitely reccomend her (but make sure you read the policies page.)

One last thing; apiphile has written yet more sexily violent bandom fic. Go read it and pass your adoration onto her.

Okay, good things, good things... must think of good things.

See yesterday's post re: Charles Manson dismissing Scientology as 'too crazy' after doing 150 hours of classes, but before he killed a lot of people. That makes me grin. xD

This is the WIP of my other tattoo, drawn by the wonderful and talented Acrosanti. He's looking lovely so far!


I ordered some nice shiny boots online which should be arriving soon, and I'm getting a corset fitting at Silk Orchid Corsetry tomorrow. My wardrobe will finally be complete again, and just in time for the cold!

Aaaaaaaaand... LORDI ARE COMING TO AUSTRALIA.

BRB FANGIRLGASM

ETA: The event they're supposedly playing at looks dodgy (seriously, google Rock Out Festival--that's what it's supposed to be, and nothing is coming up except for other people asking about it, no official website or anything... hmm) but it's listed on their website, so maybe it'll come good after all. I have put the biggest Lordi fan in Brisbane on the case, with some luck he'll find out just what is going on.

I'll make a proper post later but I am pissed off right now.

ATTENTION: VAGINAS GET WET WHEN THERE IS SEX.

It doesn't matter if said sex is consensual. It doesn't matter if said sex is enjoyed. Hell, it doesn't even if she's not even having sex! Just seeing porn will do it--and it doesn't matter if it's actually turning her on or not!

VAGINAS GET WET WHEN THERE IS SEX. This is so that, should there be sex, the inside of said vagina doesn't get RIPPED TO SHIT BY HAVING SOMETHING SHOVED UP THERE.

Seriously, boys: go shove something up your ass without any lube. No, don't fucking cheat. That's what it feels like if something goes up a vagina without preparation, only with more pain, more tearing, and more blood!

It's a fucking biological defence mechanism. It doesn't mean she's enjoying anything--it just means her body knows there is sex. In particular, it does not override her saying no. Jesus Christ, HOW ARE SO MANY PEOPLE SO WOEFULLY FUCKING IGNORANT OF HOW VAGINAS WORK? AND HOW COME PEOPLE KEEP LETTING THEM GET AWAY WITH USING THAT TO JUSTIFY THEIR FUCKED UP BELIEFS?!

The only thing cheering me up right now: Charles Manson dismissed Scientology as being 'too crazy.' That mollifies me.

MarryFuckKill

1. Provide a picture and name of 3 people.
2. Label which you would Marry, Fuck, and Kill.
3. Comment to this and I will give you 3 people.
4. Post this meme with your answers.

People chosen by x_roxy_ryan_x who is doing her damnedest to give my libido an existential crisis, apparently.

Marry: Amy Lee

I don't actually like any of Amy Lee's all that much. There's a couple songs that happy-place me, but mostly it's just 'meh.' BUT... she's fucking pretty. xD And just googling around it seems like she's also pretty smart, which is a huge plus. Also, I've always wanted to marry a girl, just to prove I can. xD

Fuck: Tomi Putaansuu/Mr. Lordi

HELL. YES. Thank you Dani <3 She knows what I like, yes she does ;) Mister Lordi is equally sexy in and out of costume (you can find the photos of him out of costume if you really look for them--I haven't posted them here as the band has stated they would rather not be known by their real faces.) Plus, sexy Finnish accent--plus, FUCKING LORDI! The only reason I wouldn't marry him is because I'm pretty sure he's already married to some lucky bitch. But that's okay, I guess I can share... xD He's the one in the centre, btw, though honestly I would fuck any of the band at the drop of a hat, in or out of costume.

Kill: Bon Scott

He's already dead. He won't mind. -pets him- This was a hard decision, though--he's the closest to a nice Aussie boy of the three. xD

I might not be around so much for a while (and really should have said so earlier, now that I think of it.) My workload has been upgraded from 'non-existent' to 'soul-destroying' and I'm going back to uni (I MISSED UNI. Holy mother of God it's good to be back.) Things should quieten over the weekend and there will most likely be a rambly whiny explanation at that point, should you be interested in such things.

Corset fitting on Mondaaaaaaay. -bounces- Good quality boning! I'm excited. :D