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For my darling US girlfriend Michelle! :D Shamelessly copy-pasta'd from German fansite because I'm a lazy ho. So there.
( On my tattoos and the reasoning behind them )
And an add: I am most likely getting a new one in January. In fact, if I don't, Tieke might just kill me... XD I just have to find an artist I trust with the job, so recommendations are more than welcome.
UNCUT! UNCENSORED! UNPROTECTED!
When a ferocious blizzard strands the cast and crew of an adult film shoot, the ragtag band of eccentric heroes must band together against a mysterious and deadly alien menace which has literally possessed the casts largest member -- Ron Jeremy (naturally)
After slaying Ron, his detached penis embarks on a spree of carnal carnage on a colossal scale. With the help of a half-crazed Vietnam vet (Russ Meyer legend Charles Napier), haunted by his own wartime experience with this alien fiend, the race is on to trap and destroy this penile predator before there are more victims of its vicious, utterly unique method of murder.
Starring adult film legends Ron Jeremy & Veronica Hart and Buffy The Vampire Slayer pin-up Amber Benson, One Eyed Monster is an outrageous and spectacular homage to the classic sci-fi horror of "Alien" and "The Thing". Its also a thrilling, throbbing, thoroughly depraved comedy which dares to invade the parts other aliens can only dream of!
I MUST SEE THIS OMG.
I cannot believe I'd almost forgotten just how much I love this song. It's sheer brilliance, in music and lyrics, and so very gorgeous. I love love love it, and though I know it's highly unlikely, I'll consider myself the happiest girl alive if they play this in, how long still?, 2.5 weeks ♥
They'll always have such a big piece of my heart
Sonata Arctica
'The power of one'
( I have to find my Eden now )
Although this week started out to be quite horrible, thankfully it slowly got progressively better as the week drew to a close. (Presentation: aced. Eat that.) I don't know the state I'd be in by now if it'd been like those first few days all week, but let's not dwell on that; it wasn't so, and that's it. It'd be nice if the week had been more productive (I could really use productive right about now), but alas, such is life. Lieben's dissonance, or something like that.
On Wednesday I had Starbucks with Aniek; on Thursday a load of fun with Maaike + birthday dinner with The Fam; on Friday the grandparents + movie with dad; and then yesterday was simply epic. Got invited to an event by Garick and Stephanie and I had a blast. (Thanks again. Seriously. Thanks a lot ♥ I needed that to look forward to.) It was really incredibly awesome, I might've been a bit nervous and shy and silent, but I loved every minute of it. Also, every excuse to see friends I don't get to see that often is good, of course.
And now today I'm catching up on the Stubb's shows; reading articles and reviews, trying to get my grabby hands on interviews, watching all of these, breaking my brain in trying to figure out what Justin's new tattoo is, etcetera. And there are some attempts at a sociology research paper in between all of that (what was that thing about productivity again?), but they're mostly failing. I swear one of these days I seriously, seriously need to work on my priorities (but I do have them straight; I just blame my already pretty broken brain for fucking with my concentration abilities). This study is showing me stress in proportions I've never experienced (nor wished to ever experience). One of these days I'm going to have a burn out. Until then, I'll happily continue studying, reading, searching, living.
Oh and by the way, I do have epic stalker skillz. Proof here. Ha XP
{Copy/paste from my writing journal.}
However, the problem is I'm not having many pregnant elephants lately. In fact, I feel rather writer's block-ed. So because I've been meaning to do something like this for a while, and because it seems like a good way to get rid of that block, I'm asking you guys for help. Give me a prompt, and I'll write you a story.
What you do
You give me something with which you want me to write a story. It could be anything, really. A lyric, a quote, a basic little plotline you've had in yoru head for a while, a simply opening and/or ending line - etcetera.
If you have any specific wishes, mention them too, such as name and/or age and/or gender of the main character(s), things or people you'd like to make an appearance in the story, a certain style in which you would like me to write (eg. first person perspective, humour), etcetera.
You give me the freedom to make of it whatever I wish; you give me the prompt, I make the story.
What you don't do
Give too many details - if you pretty much have the entire thing worked out in your head already, save yourself the disappointment of getting my version of it, and write it yourself :) As I said above; you give me the prompt, but I write the story. I'm merely an entertainer, not your transcriber.
What I do
I write you a story. It'll be somewhere between 500 and 2000 words long approximately (unless I feel extremely inspired to make it much, much longer) and finished before 2010 (unless, again, I get incredibly many requests and/or University demands more time than expected). I'll write it in English unless otherwise requested (the only other option, however, is Dutch).
If you want to request/comment (please do! :D), you can do that either here or over at Quiet Pleasure
Tue, Oct. 27th, 2009, 11:26 pm
Lick me lick me
I LOVE THIS MAN. AND THIS VIDEO. AND THIS SONG HOGOD.
EMBEDDED IN GIANTNESS FOR YOUR VIEWING PLEASURE. AND I SUGGEST YOU TURN UP THE VOLUME BECAUSE HOLYSHITFUCK HIS VOICE ASDLKFJAKLSDJF *________*
JAPANESE MAY NOT NECESSARILY BE A SEXY LANGUAGE - BUT JAPANESE PEOPLE SINGING IN ENGRISH FUCKING IS.
NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME I NEED TO EARGASMDIE.
I am spamming this journal. Whatever.
It's such a strange feeling to buy a new CD and slowly get familiar with it, knowing full well that in due time, all the songs that are still strange and new to you now, will be as familiar as if you've never known a time where you didn't know every second of them by heart. The process marvels me every time, and I love it so much. Being introduced to the music, getting acquainted to it, spending more and more time together, building memories around certain songs, certain words, certain riffs. Creating a bond between you and the album until it feels like you've been together all your life, as if you've never lived through a second where you didn't know it so intimately - and yet, with each listen you discover new things, are surprised again.
I am going through that process now, with Sonata's new album. I vaguely recall going through it with Unia, but I somehow always seem to forget these memories until I go through the feelings again with new music. Not nearly all music makes me feel this so intensely, either; Sonata Arctica do ever since I fell in love with them years ago. Blue October do. Dir en grey do, though I still haven't completed the process with their latest album, even though it's been out for almost a year. I'm too scared. But that's another story altogether. I am listening to The days of grays, still slightly snickering over the title though it's slowly growing on me and seeming more appropriate. I am already realizing which songs I will, with time, grow to love deeply, and which will no doubt start to annoy me after a while. I have so far fallen in deep love with the melody lines in As if the world wasn't ending, but the orchestral version of Flag in the ground completely blows me away too. The music in general, for that matter, has improved so incredibly much (and it already was great to begin with). It's more complex, richer, they're trying out new styles and things but, as always, the sound remains distinctly Sonata.
With the exception of a few songs that for some reason or another grabbed my attention, I haven't given the album any really good, deep listens, but I look forward to spending some real quality time with it soon. As far as I'm concerned, Sonata has added yet another little pearl to their collection. Flag in the ground made me fear they'd have turned into some sort of Northern Viking variant of Rhapsody - and Tony certainly shows off his love for writing lyrics that tell some intricate story with the plot usually placed in the past several times - but I'm glad to say that they haven't. They're still themselves, and I am still in love.
Sonata Arctica - The days of grays
Note: The last song is randomly named You're a giant in my eyes. I don't know why, as its actual name is In the dark.
Bod would introduce Scarlett to some of his other friends. That she could not see them did not seem to matter. She had already been told firmly by her parents that Bod was imaginary and that there was nothing at all wrong with that - her mother had, for a few days, even insisted on laying an extra place at the dinner table for Bod - so it came as no surprise to her that Bod also had imaginary friends. He would pass on their comments to her.
'Bartelmy says that thou dost have a face like unto a squishèd plum', he would tell her.
'So does he. And why does he talk so funny? Doesn't he mean squashed tomato?'
'I don't think that they had tomatoes when he comes from', said Bod.
- Neil Gaiman; The graveyard book
I love the guy XD ♥
 Yessss haha ♥ Gotta love puns, and we all know it's true. And god I'm in love with literary ink, though it does give me mad cravings for my own next piece of art. Soon soon soon (I hope), just gotta save money. Oh! and my upcoming piercing. Sooner probably, cause it's not as expensive.
Went to some shops after college today, intended to buy Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere because a friend posted an excerpt of it, and the album of The Lonely Island because fucking hell, they are hilarious. In stitches every. time. again. Does that make me juvenile, or crude? Watch me not care.
Anyway. I was saying. So I went looking for those two things, but found neither, yet magically happened to come home with two books anyway. That always happens to me, I don't know how - I enter a bookstore, look around, can't find what I wanted and next thing I know I'm outside again with a book and several euros lighter. Same with CD/DVD stores; I managed to get out of that one unscathed today, but it was a close call. Must be some sort of conspiracy to get me broke and keep me from my homework, or something. At least De Slegte was completely out of Wilde (I wanted to go all U GAIZ FALE on their asses, but then I realized that's probably because I bought about 99% of them) so I didn't buy even more copies of Dorian Gray. A bad day for my collection; a good one for my bank account.
So what did I bring home? Hannah Greene's I never promised you a rose garden (because reading it in Dutch isn't good enough, and not owning it certainly isn't) and Neil Gaiman's The graveyard book (because I really, really need to read some Gaiman and hey, that book's been on the NY bestsellers list for over a year and also, he's AFP's boyfriend).
Oh, wait, right. Homework.
By the way;
The only thing I don't have (..yet?) is TweetStalk, never even heard of even, but other than that - I am so screwed XDD But now this ADHD-suffering, narcissistic stalker is going to pay some attention to her terribly neglected homework. Fo realz.
{ETA} for meme spam 8D
1. Pick band
2. Fill in with song titles of said band
--> I did it twice. Because I can and it's fun. Band 1: Sonata Arctica; Band 2: Blue October.
( Dun dun dunnnnn )
Also CURSE YOU GARICK for linking me to this. Compulsively watching it @______@
I am getting there, and it is amazing in so many ways. I have them to thank for it in many ways, more than I think I'll ever be able to properly express in words, let alone get across to them. It's weird to say 'them' and not mean them, but in a good way. There are two of 'them' now, and each has another connotation, another meaning, another cluster of feelings they call up in me.
One have been my sweetest downfall.
One have been my saviour in infinite ways.
But we'll remember.
Lost
38 euros
Liters of sweat
Gained
Two shirts
One heavily battered drumstick
Two guitarpicks
One amazing concert
A lot of socializing with lovely fans before and after the concert
Ryan loving on THE EIERKOEK ♥ (which is, as probably all my Dutch friends know, my food-obsession)
Ryan trying to say 'eierkoek' and talking about Dutch cuisine (There is such a thing? You learn something new every day!)
An 'afterparty' in the Irish pub with four awesome people
One incredibly amazing afternoon ♥♥♥
Little warning; long as always, and not really proofread (yet?). Might happen later, if I feel like it/have the time.
( That I know is true )
Lastly: No money vs. two new shirts --> Two new shirts.
Test I actually really really really can't miss vs. concert in Cologne --> Concert in Cologne.
Spending the entire day doing much needed homework vs. spending it writing a concert report --> Writing a concert report.
Conclusion? Some would say the conclusion is that my priorities are skewed, all messed up, completely fucked up, totally off, etcetera. I'd rather say my priorities, all five of them, are talented XD
Oh and, Angie posted pictures here. If any more pictures and/or videos are uploaded, I might update and post links here.
{ETA} In case anyone cares, more pictures can be found here & here. More videos here (crappy quality) & here (pretty good quality).
I still love you. I probably always will. But we both know it'll never work, never be. We couldn't fix the way they wouldn't blend. You will always, always have a part of me, a piece of my heart if you wish. But I no longer want you the way I used to. Not because I don't want, but because there's no point in hanging on to something you know will never work - and even if it would, it'd hurt both of us infinitely more than it could every possibly be worth. I learned that moving on is where I must begin.
I used to cry so much over it all, everything, us and what we could've been if things had been different - except nothing would've been the same then and it wouldn't be comparable. We couldn't ever have been anything but what we were. Why can't this work when we both try. We didn't exactly try anyway. I think we both knew the outcome far before we realized. I still cry at times. But it's different now.
I am not nearly ready to put a final halt to all of this. Not nearly ready to cut ties and wipe you out of my life completely. Just because you only occupy a very small physical space doesn't mean you're not still there almost every day. I am not nearly ready to end that. And I know you aren't either. There is no way of going back to the past. It's over, it's past, and we've both changed far too much to ever return to even the weakest shadow of then. It would be a travesty, a mocking. We're different now. I don't want to go back to it. But I want something. I don't know what, or how. But I know I don't want to give you up and cross you out. And I know you don't want that either. Tell me, how long have we been down?
I don't know if you read this still, but I hope so. I want to see you. I don't want to give you up completely. I still love you, but differently. Most of all, I just hope things will turn out for the better in the end. For us, in a way, but most of all for you and me separately. Does anyone know you yet the way I did? Or anyone me as you, for that matter? Maybe it's a long shot, or wishful thinking, but I sincerely wish you some peace of mind. Some happiness. I wish that only greatness follow you around. I hope to god you find a way to keep from down.
I can't ever listen to this song without thinking of you. It still makes me cry. I miss you.
First, have a trailer from the upcoming movie Dorian Gray which is due in September this year.
Then, have a whole load of reasons why I positively hate this trailer and the movie itself, despite not having seen it yet. Copy/pasta from the English ElGay.
( You may know terror yourself some day )
Oh god, I am so in love
The energy to try
Do you remember the days when we were fine
And you were mine, yeah, we laughed all day, all day
Now there's a retail hotel mirror
Elevator contemplating these heart attacks
Or somewhat panic attacks
Yeah, you're home
Yeah, you're home
You're the butterfly guitar that sits on its own
Am I supposed to write this storybook on how it goes
I thought that you should know
I can't bring you down
I can't bring you down
I don't want to bring you down
I never want to bring you down
I love you
But I don't have the energy to try
The energy to try
Do you remember the days when we were fine
And you were mine, yeah, we laughed all day, all day
Now there's a retail hotel mirror
Elevator contemplating these artifacts
Or what I call panic attacks
But still she's home
She's my home
She's my butterfly guitar that sits on its own
Am I supposed to write this storybook on how it goes
I thought that you should know that
I can't bring you down
I can't bring you down
I never want to bring you down
I'd never want to bring you down
I love you
But I don't have the energy to try
The energy to try
The energy to try
Energy to try
Remember days when we were fine
And you were mine, we laughed all day, all day
© 5591
Writer's block: If a friend asked you for some new music recommendations, what would you suggest?
Haha oh god, seriously? The Divinyls natuurlijk!
BLUE OCTOBER no debate possible. Therefore: check them out. Go go go go go!
XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Oh jesus fucking christ good lord. Dit is de meest un-canon fic die ik OOIT heb gezien. Ik zou bijna zeggen dat Subjugation de enige runner-up in de competitie is, maar dat is een categorie op zich, dus ik denk dat de enige overblijvende mededinger dan Beyond redemption is.
The best part though? Niet het feit dat er per dag hoeveelheden drugs doorheen gaan die de gemiddelde junk nog niet eens in een jaar op zou krijgen. Ook niet de minimaal drie orgies per hoofdstuk. Ook niet het feit dat de hoofdpersonen ongeveer zo out-of-character zijn als maar mogelijk is. Nee, het beste: Blaise is een meisje.
I'm not sure I'll ever get over that one XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DIT.
GENIAALSTE DING FUCKING EVER.
DE SUBS. WHOMEVER DID THOSE, PRZ TO BE MARRY ME NAO.
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