I was playing around on facebook earlier when I discovered that Sintonic have found my blog. Okay at first I nearly took a heart attack, mainly through the shock of seeing my blog in other places. But now I'm just really happy.
So a great big massive THANK YOU!!!!! to the guys for spreading this blog around. By doing so it has had so many hits!!
Once again:
Thank you!!!
P.s
I'm a chick and Glaswegians are tall!!
(I'm not small honest...)
Friday, 27 May 2011
Wednesday, 25 May 2011
Doomsday Playlist
Gah!! Panic!! The world's ending!!
Err... No it's not...
So all the non believers were doomed to die on the 21st of May, while only the faithful would be taken up to Heaven. Yeah because Harold Camping wasn't wrong in 1994 either.
Instead all us non believers are doomed on October 21st. Sure. I can't wait until 2013 to laugh about all of this.
But it got me thinking. If - and this is a flipping HUGE if - Harold Camping was actually right - unlikely- I want to be left behind in style.I want to party!! So I spent Saturday coming up with what I call a "Doomsday Playlist."
Sad, I know but it was fun!! Here's just a few songs I came up with that would be suitable for "the end of the world."
Arch Enemy - My Apocalypse
Avenged Sevenfold - And All Things Will End
To End The Rapture
Atreyu - Doomsday
(Made more appropriate for May 21st by the line "seems like doomsday has come early this year")
Slipknot - All Hope Is Gone
Left Behind
Winds Of Plague - Decimate The Weak
Children Of Bodom - Are You Dead Yet?
Banned From Heaven
(^ For all us non-believers)
Metallica - For Whom The Bell Tolls
My Apocalypse
Am I Evil? (Another one for all us non-believers)
I Disappear (And leave all my clothes behind!!)
Green Day - Last Night On Earth
I did have more but because it is the Wednesday after I can't remember them all.
Roll on October 21st!!
Err... No it's not...
So all the non believers were doomed to die on the 21st of May, while only the faithful would be taken up to Heaven. Yeah because Harold Camping wasn't wrong in 1994 either.
Instead all us non believers are doomed on October 21st. Sure. I can't wait until 2013 to laugh about all of this.
But it got me thinking. If - and this is a flipping HUGE if - Harold Camping was actually right - unlikely- I want to be left behind in style.I want to party!! So I spent Saturday coming up with what I call a "Doomsday Playlist."
Sad, I know but it was fun!! Here's just a few songs I came up with that would be suitable for "the end of the world."
Arch Enemy - My Apocalypse
Avenged Sevenfold - And All Things Will End
To End The Rapture
Atreyu - Doomsday
(Made more appropriate for May 21st by the line "seems like doomsday has come early this year")
Slipknot - All Hope Is Gone
Left Behind
Winds Of Plague - Decimate The Weak
Children Of Bodom - Are You Dead Yet?
Banned From Heaven
(^ For all us non-believers)
Metallica - For Whom The Bell Tolls
My Apocalypse
Am I Evil? (Another one for all us non-believers)
I Disappear (And leave all my clothes behind!!)
Green Day - Last Night On Earth
I did have more but because it is the Wednesday after I can't remember them all.
Roll on October 21st!!
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Dreams, Dreams, Dreams...
My crazy dreams are leaving me slightly sleep deprived (as once I've woken up drenched in sweat and shaking I can't get back to sleep) so I figured I will share them with you. These are just some of the examples of the bizarre dreams I've woken up from.
The Guinea Pig Dream
When I was younger we had two pet guinea pigs called Hazel and Holly. Hazel was a brown and cream coloured guinea pig and Holly was black, white and grey. One night I had this insane dream. It went like this: I wandered throughout the house in the middle of a party. I remember people being there but it only seemed like it was their presence that was there. I ended up in the living room where my dad was eating something in a trifle bowl. When I looked closely I could make out white and black layers with grey fluff (the best way to describe it) on the top. Immediatly I began to panic and scream that my dad was eating Holly (I know, I know). The someone (I don't know who) motioned over to the cage in the corner of the room where both guinea pigs were lying safe and healthy with no bite marks on them.
That dream had me spooked for months and it makes no sense at all.
Them Pink Fluffy Bunnies
I have no idea when this dream took place or even why. At the time we lived in a flat opposite a nursery which had an open grassy area which "led" to the houses behind it. Note: they were no hills in this area. So the dream went like this:
Outside was dark and hovering over the nursery opposite our flat was a brown spaceship. It was huge and was covered in bright green lights that looked radioactive. The spaceship was just there, hovering and below it I could make out thousands of bright pink rabbit ears poking out from behind hills. (If you know the battery adverts which have pink rabbits in them then you get the picture because these rabbits were identical). You may think that it would just be a strange, harmless dream which made no sense. Well stop right there because what happened next was beyond weird. What happened was some random person who I have never seen before in my life walked past the nursery grounds. All of a sudden he was horribly devoured by the thousands of pink rabbits. And then I woke up.
I promise you no drugs/alcohol was consumed before bedtime that night.
This One Takes The Biscut
This dream was recent, but not the most recent dream. These past few months have seen me visiting the doctors a lot more than I want. I'm not going into details about what's wrong with me but it may involve some kind of medication. This dream was one of those that has left me scratching my head in confusion. It went like this: I was at the doctors. I had been told I had to be injected with pure radiation and needed to be kept indoors for 12 weeks. Next thing I was looking out the living room window at the snow. Two young girls were building a snowman using a bucket and spade (why I'll never know). They noticed me staring at them and quickly vanished. Then I noticed smoke coming from the sea. I followed its direction to the site where a German World War Two plane had smashed into a huge boat. People were being rescued in a boat that beeped. The beep sounded familiar... That's when I realised it was my alarm clock.
I'll never know if any of those people actually made it to safety...
I Hate Spiders!!!
I hate spiders with a passion. I have a serious fear of spiders. If fluff on the floor resembles a spider then it's enough to send me into a panic. So dreams which involve spiders are my worst nightmares. And I have had loads. Here are some examples:
- Coming home to discover my bed covered in millions of huge, hairy spiders which my parents won't let me hoover up!!
- Having a "Zebra" spider running loose around the house (it had black and white stripes)
- The legless spider, which was just a round body with two big fangs. I don't know how it moved about but it bit a lot of people.
- The house that had long, hairy, thin spider legs. And was covered in webs.
And the most recent spider dream which was the one that woke me at 4AM and left me looking and acting like a zombie for days. I swear every time I closed my eyes I saw this "spider" which barely resembled a spider but more of an experiment gone wrong. What happened was this:
A new species of spider had been discovered and people were loving it becuase it would bite and kill anyone. It had killed an insane amount of people in my head (something like billions) and was currently trapped in a well. When I looked in the well I saw... Well I saw millions of long, silver spider legs and a flat brown body. Then I saw its head. And I'm not kidding when I say this. It's head was that of a labrador. That's right it had a dogs head. Hanging from its neck was a piece of rope that made a "whoosh" sound when it moved.
And that is what I see and hear on a daily basis. It has me scarred!!!
These dreams are the reason I'm half zombie during the day. I guess I have one hell of an over-reactive immagination. Stay tuned for more. There's bound to be anyway...
The Guinea Pig Dream
When I was younger we had two pet guinea pigs called Hazel and Holly. Hazel was a brown and cream coloured guinea pig and Holly was black, white and grey. One night I had this insane dream. It went like this: I wandered throughout the house in the middle of a party. I remember people being there but it only seemed like it was their presence that was there. I ended up in the living room where my dad was eating something in a trifle bowl. When I looked closely I could make out white and black layers with grey fluff (the best way to describe it) on the top. Immediatly I began to panic and scream that my dad was eating Holly (I know, I know). The someone (I don't know who) motioned over to the cage in the corner of the room where both guinea pigs were lying safe and healthy with no bite marks on them.
That dream had me spooked for months and it makes no sense at all.
Them Pink Fluffy Bunnies
I have no idea when this dream took place or even why. At the time we lived in a flat opposite a nursery which had an open grassy area which "led" to the houses behind it. Note: they were no hills in this area. So the dream went like this:
Outside was dark and hovering over the nursery opposite our flat was a brown spaceship. It was huge and was covered in bright green lights that looked radioactive. The spaceship was just there, hovering and below it I could make out thousands of bright pink rabbit ears poking out from behind hills. (If you know the battery adverts which have pink rabbits in them then you get the picture because these rabbits were identical). You may think that it would just be a strange, harmless dream which made no sense. Well stop right there because what happened next was beyond weird. What happened was some random person who I have never seen before in my life walked past the nursery grounds. All of a sudden he was horribly devoured by the thousands of pink rabbits. And then I woke up.
I promise you no drugs/alcohol was consumed before bedtime that night.
This One Takes The Biscut
This dream was recent, but not the most recent dream. These past few months have seen me visiting the doctors a lot more than I want. I'm not going into details about what's wrong with me but it may involve some kind of medication. This dream was one of those that has left me scratching my head in confusion. It went like this: I was at the doctors. I had been told I had to be injected with pure radiation and needed to be kept indoors for 12 weeks. Next thing I was looking out the living room window at the snow. Two young girls were building a snowman using a bucket and spade (why I'll never know). They noticed me staring at them and quickly vanished. Then I noticed smoke coming from the sea. I followed its direction to the site where a German World War Two plane had smashed into a huge boat. People were being rescued in a boat that beeped. The beep sounded familiar... That's when I realised it was my alarm clock.
I'll never know if any of those people actually made it to safety...
I Hate Spiders!!!
I hate spiders with a passion. I have a serious fear of spiders. If fluff on the floor resembles a spider then it's enough to send me into a panic. So dreams which involve spiders are my worst nightmares. And I have had loads. Here are some examples:
- Coming home to discover my bed covered in millions of huge, hairy spiders which my parents won't let me hoover up!!
- Having a "Zebra" spider running loose around the house (it had black and white stripes)
- The legless spider, which was just a round body with two big fangs. I don't know how it moved about but it bit a lot of people.
- The house that had long, hairy, thin spider legs. And was covered in webs.
And the most recent spider dream which was the one that woke me at 4AM and left me looking and acting like a zombie for days. I swear every time I closed my eyes I saw this "spider" which barely resembled a spider but more of an experiment gone wrong. What happened was this:
A new species of spider had been discovered and people were loving it becuase it would bite and kill anyone. It had killed an insane amount of people in my head (something like billions) and was currently trapped in a well. When I looked in the well I saw... Well I saw millions of long, silver spider legs and a flat brown body. Then I saw its head. And I'm not kidding when I say this. It's head was that of a labrador. That's right it had a dogs head. Hanging from its neck was a piece of rope that made a "whoosh" sound when it moved.
And that is what I see and hear on a daily basis. It has me scarred!!!
These dreams are the reason I'm half zombie during the day. I guess I have one hell of an over-reactive immagination. Stay tuned for more. There's bound to be anyway...
Thursday, 5 May 2011
Ivory Blacks Tuesday 3rd May 2011
It's Thursday and I've been recovering for these past 2 days after seeing The Defiled in Glasgow. And yes I am still sore!!!
So the doors at Ivory Blacks in Glagow opened at 7PM and the first thing they do is stamp your hand to let you in and then they take your tickect. The first thing I noticed was the strange smell. It wasn't weed or alcohol. It was something else. I'm still not sure what. Anyway the second thing I noticed was how small the venue was. It was the smallest venue I have ever been in (and one of the most expensive for buying a can of cola!!).
At the front there is a crowd of people. Beyond them is the stage which is barely visible to me. We take up a spot on the left side next to a barrier. I can just see through a gap between two human giraffes who I end up stuck behind throughout the whole gig. Standing there I notice two other things. One, the venue is very dusty and two they floor is unbeleviably sticky (my shoes are still minging!!)
Moving on and the first band take to the stage. I wasn't expecting three bands so I was surprised when Glasgow band Sintonic take to the stage. The only reason I know that they're from Glasgow is the strong accent their singer has. They are really good and start off the first pit of the night. Enter the first set of bruises as people batter into people - trust me, one of those kids is lucky to be alive after being thrown into a concrete piller! They finish their set with a cover of At The Gates "Slaughter Of The Soul". Now, any band who plays that song is going to win me over.
(Photo of Sintonic, taking from the second row. I had to stand on my tippy toes because I couldn't really see!!)
Sintonic eventually leave the stage and Romeomustdie appear. Instantly the pits start (cue more bruises). They rattle through songs from their debut album such as "15 Minutes Of Shame", "The Survivors Club", "Better Off Dead"and "Let Them Hate" (which they dedicate to the guy up the back who chugged his beer.)
Above the stage is a railing which at one time a curtain must have hung from. But tonight it is used by the bands to swing from. And whenever they do this the crowd goes insane and try to grab whoever is swinging from it.
Romeomustdie are so energetic live. They send the crowd into mad bursts of circle pits and even get a few crowd surfers. They finish up with a song called "Tame."
Not long after The Defiled take to the stage to set up their gear. Cue screams, cheers, chants and the bands keyboardist The A.v.D doing a somersault (I think that's what he did anyway because all I saw were arms, legs, hands and feet).
They vanish off of the stage and the intro to "Land Of Fools" blasts out. Cheers, screams and chants again ring out around the venue. The Defiled return to the stage and rip through the song.
And as this happens I suddenly find myself surrounded by huge blokes. I can see the stage lights but that is all. The two human giraffes in front of me headbang continously which leaves me getting whipped in the face by their long hair. At least the group of giants at my side are acting as a barrier against the insane pit which takes up the entire floor.
They play through more songs taken from their album "Grave Times" such as the albums first single "Call To Arms", "Metropolis" (which at the moment is my favourite song from the album) "Blood Sells" and their soon to be new single "Black Death".
They also tear through songs from the EP "1888" inlcuding "Permanent Reminder" and "1888". Then it is request time. So the crowd ask for "The Resurrectionists" (which is an amazing song!!), "Locked In freedom" and finally "Red Tape" which brings the gig to a close.
But during "Red Tape" the crowd takes the level of insanity to, well, way beyond insanity. The place suddenly explodes with crowd surfers and stage jumpers and The A.v.D swinging on that infamous bar.
After one hour of insanity the gig ends and all I want is fresh air. The gig may not have been the longest I've ever attended, or been held in the biggest venue but it is definitely one of the most insane.
And if you ever want proof of how insane it was, then here:
Or you can just head along and see them for yourself!!
So the doors at Ivory Blacks in Glagow opened at 7PM and the first thing they do is stamp your hand to let you in and then they take your tickect. The first thing I noticed was the strange smell. It wasn't weed or alcohol. It was something else. I'm still not sure what. Anyway the second thing I noticed was how small the venue was. It was the smallest venue I have ever been in (and one of the most expensive for buying a can of cola!!).
At the front there is a crowd of people. Beyond them is the stage which is barely visible to me. We take up a spot on the left side next to a barrier. I can just see through a gap between two human giraffes who I end up stuck behind throughout the whole gig. Standing there I notice two other things. One, the venue is very dusty and two they floor is unbeleviably sticky (my shoes are still minging!!)
Moving on and the first band take to the stage. I wasn't expecting three bands so I was surprised when Glasgow band Sintonic take to the stage. The only reason I know that they're from Glasgow is the strong accent their singer has. They are really good and start off the first pit of the night. Enter the first set of bruises as people batter into people - trust me, one of those kids is lucky to be alive after being thrown into a concrete piller! They finish their set with a cover of At The Gates "Slaughter Of The Soul". Now, any band who plays that song is going to win me over.
Sintonic eventually leave the stage and Romeomustdie appear. Instantly the pits start (cue more bruises). They rattle through songs from their debut album such as "15 Minutes Of Shame", "The Survivors Club", "Better Off Dead"and "Let Them Hate" (which they dedicate to the guy up the back who chugged his beer.)
Above the stage is a railing which at one time a curtain must have hung from. But tonight it is used by the bands to swing from. And whenever they do this the crowd goes insane and try to grab whoever is swinging from it.
Romeomustdie are so energetic live. They send the crowd into mad bursts of circle pits and even get a few crowd surfers. They finish up with a song called "Tame."
Not long after The Defiled take to the stage to set up their gear. Cue screams, cheers, chants and the bands keyboardist The A.v.D doing a somersault (I think that's what he did anyway because all I saw were arms, legs, hands and feet).
They vanish off of the stage and the intro to "Land Of Fools" blasts out. Cheers, screams and chants again ring out around the venue. The Defiled return to the stage and rip through the song.
And as this happens I suddenly find myself surrounded by huge blokes. I can see the stage lights but that is all. The two human giraffes in front of me headbang continously which leaves me getting whipped in the face by their long hair. At least the group of giants at my side are acting as a barrier against the insane pit which takes up the entire floor.
They play through more songs taken from their album "Grave Times" such as the albums first single "Call To Arms", "Metropolis" (which at the moment is my favourite song from the album) "Blood Sells" and their soon to be new single "Black Death".
They also tear through songs from the EP "1888" inlcuding "Permanent Reminder" and "1888". Then it is request time. So the crowd ask for "The Resurrectionists" (which is an amazing song!!), "Locked In freedom" and finally "Red Tape" which brings the gig to a close.
After one hour of insanity the gig ends and all I want is fresh air. The gig may not have been the longest I've ever attended, or been held in the biggest venue but it is definitely one of the most insane.
And if you ever want proof of how insane it was, then here:
Or you can just head along and see them for yourself!!
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Human Hands and Saws Don't Mix
I was watching a T.V. programme called "Bizarre ER" which is on BBC 3. When I say "watching" what I mean is I watched it through a cushion. It's not scary or anything, just really, really gross!! Some of those injuries are enough to make you weep from your sofa. For example, there was the kid with Lego stuffed so far up his nose that he had to go under the knife to get it out. Or the kid who ran down a quarry, fell, landed, sat up and discovered there was a stick poking out the side of his head. Yuck.
But that's not the worst. I didn't need the cushion for those kind of injuries. (Although anything not in the right place, anything not pointing the way it should and anything losing way to much blood means the cushion gets to watch).
The programme also does a special on some poor sod who's had a really horrific accident which has left them somehow alive. Like the guy who's entire face moved 1cm to the other side after he was hit by this huge...um... thingie... which snapped off of a lorry and smacked him on the side of his face. Or the guy who was attacked by thousands of bees and left mentally screwed over by buzzing noises. Or the guy who fell off of his skateboard and hit his head so hard that his skull had to be put in a freezer (his own mothers freezer too) to help it fuse back together and also to help the swelling in his brain go down.
Now these special reports are all acompanied by photographs. Disturbing photographs of strange shaped heads. Disturbing photographs of a guy covered in bees (he was a funny colour as well). Disturbing surgical photographs. Photographs that probably won't come out at family gatherings. Actually they might... Yuck.
But sometimes there are worse injuries than that. For the second week in a row a guy has been wheeled in, looking really pale and groaning with his hand wrapped in a bloodsoaked bandage. Both of these guys were a pretty good age and both were (I think) experienced joiners. So both would hopefully know the dangers of THE ELECTRIC SAW. Both didn't...
It was just horrific and is proof that human hands and saws do not mix. The first guy managed to give his hand one huge hole. Actually it can't be described as a hole; it was just a red spongy mess. He didn't have any fingers!! I can't describe the horror at looking at someones fingers lying on a table in front of their owner who's just staring in complete shock at them. I'll end it there because I'm beginning to feel shuddery again. The guys hand was saved but after a hell of a lot of surgery.
So the second guy enters. His hand and fingers were still attached to the arm. Sort of. On the back of his hand was a huge cut which had folded his skin into his tendons which ment his hand was useless. The surgeons did a great job at making it look more like a hand again but he'd lost a lot of its use.
So the lesson here is:
- Don't screw around with electric saws!!! The inside of your hand is red and squidgy and gross, no-one really wants to see it. And sometimes fingers can't be sewen back on..
Actually I do not know why I attempt to watch that programme.
*Hold onto your panties people!! Next Tuesday (May 3rd) I'm going to see The Defiled at Ivory Blacks in Glasgow. Expect a blog around next Thursday or the Tuesday after!!! Just so you know I am sooo excited for this!!*
But that's not the worst. I didn't need the cushion for those kind of injuries. (Although anything not in the right place, anything not pointing the way it should and anything losing way to much blood means the cushion gets to watch).
The programme also does a special on some poor sod who's had a really horrific accident which has left them somehow alive. Like the guy who's entire face moved 1cm to the other side after he was hit by this huge...um... thingie... which snapped off of a lorry and smacked him on the side of his face. Or the guy who was attacked by thousands of bees and left mentally screwed over by buzzing noises. Or the guy who fell off of his skateboard and hit his head so hard that his skull had to be put in a freezer (his own mothers freezer too) to help it fuse back together and also to help the swelling in his brain go down.
Now these special reports are all acompanied by photographs. Disturbing photographs of strange shaped heads. Disturbing photographs of a guy covered in bees (he was a funny colour as well). Disturbing surgical photographs. Photographs that probably won't come out at family gatherings. Actually they might... Yuck.
But sometimes there are worse injuries than that. For the second week in a row a guy has been wheeled in, looking really pale and groaning with his hand wrapped in a bloodsoaked bandage. Both of these guys were a pretty good age and both were (I think) experienced joiners. So both would hopefully know the dangers of THE ELECTRIC SAW. Both didn't...
It was just horrific and is proof that human hands and saws do not mix. The first guy managed to give his hand one huge hole. Actually it can't be described as a hole; it was just a red spongy mess. He didn't have any fingers!! I can't describe the horror at looking at someones fingers lying on a table in front of their owner who's just staring in complete shock at them. I'll end it there because I'm beginning to feel shuddery again. The guys hand was saved but after a hell of a lot of surgery.
So the second guy enters. His hand and fingers were still attached to the arm. Sort of. On the back of his hand was a huge cut which had folded his skin into his tendons which ment his hand was useless. The surgeons did a great job at making it look more like a hand again but he'd lost a lot of its use.
So the lesson here is:
- Don't screw around with electric saws!!! The inside of your hand is red and squidgy and gross, no-one really wants to see it. And sometimes fingers can't be sewen back on..
Actually I do not know why I attempt to watch that programme.
*Hold onto your panties people!! Next Tuesday (May 3rd) I'm going to see The Defiled at Ivory Blacks in Glasgow. Expect a blog around next Thursday or the Tuesday after!!! Just so you know I am sooo excited for this!!*
Tuesday, 19 April 2011
Supermarket Fun!!
Dear customers/staff of Sainsbury, ASDA, Morrisons and other big supermarket chains,
I love screwing with your heads and, in a way, you brought it on yourselves. Whenever I entered these shops with my dad you all just glared at us as if we were not father and daughter but rather boyfriend and girlfriend. (EWWW!!) You don't do that when I'm in with my mum. So now that I am sick of your glaring and dirty looks and possible muttered comments, I have decided to get revenge. It might make us look worse but laughing at you is the best thing ever.
Let me explain my plan:
1. Walk into supermarket with dad and younger sister (the 2 year old sister works the best)
2. Find a busyish aisle
3. Get sister to "yell on daddy, sweetie"
4. Yell "darling" or "sweetie" if he gets to far away therefore getting more of your attention.
5. Catch your eye, smile innocently and then yell "Hey dad wait on us!!" and watch you turn beetroot as you realise how warped your mind really is.
If the 2 year old isn't available then all I do is run around after dad yelling "darling!" "Sweetie" or I occasionally link arms with him (in a busy aisle) Wait until I have your attention and then whisper loudly enough for you to hear; "dad that person is watching us... *in a high pitched voice while rolling eyes* Creepy...."
So hahahahaha! I am screwing with your minds because you all have a mind that belongs in a gutter you filthy pervs!!
Sincerely
Me.
*Sticks tongue out at you*
I love screwing with your heads and, in a way, you brought it on yourselves. Whenever I entered these shops with my dad you all just glared at us as if we were not father and daughter but rather boyfriend and girlfriend. (EWWW!!) You don't do that when I'm in with my mum. So now that I am sick of your glaring and dirty looks and possible muttered comments, I have decided to get revenge. It might make us look worse but laughing at you is the best thing ever.
Let me explain my plan:
1. Walk into supermarket with dad and younger sister (the 2 year old sister works the best)
2. Find a busyish aisle
3. Get sister to "yell on daddy, sweetie"
4. Yell "darling" or "sweetie" if he gets to far away therefore getting more of your attention.
5. Catch your eye, smile innocently and then yell "Hey dad wait on us!!" and watch you turn beetroot as you realise how warped your mind really is.
If the 2 year old isn't available then all I do is run around after dad yelling "darling!" "Sweetie" or I occasionally link arms with him (in a busy aisle) Wait until I have your attention and then whisper loudly enough for you to hear; "dad that person is watching us... *in a high pitched voice while rolling eyes* Creepy...."
So hahahahaha! I am screwing with your minds because you all have a mind that belongs in a gutter you filthy pervs!!
Sincerely
Me.
*Sticks tongue out at you*
Saturday, 16 April 2011
UPDATE!!
Hello, I just want to update you all on two of my previous posts.
The first is an update on my wonderful sister who has been busy keeping everyone entertained with her "moments" (see "It's Like You Need To Pee-Pee But You Don't Need To Pee-Pee" and "My Sister Vs Me At The Doctors").
Anyways, recently this happened:
My sister, my mum and myself were sitting in front of the T.V one night. I was flicking through the channels when I discovered we had a channel called "God Channel" (and that's just one of many religion based channels). For a laugh I said;
"Oh this is making me become religious."
My sister replied with;
"I'd rather be a nun than religious."
After several minutes of complete confusion and explaining to my sister what a nun actually was, she said;
"Oh I thought nuns were the church cleaners!"
Honestly...
Moving on. The second update is the result of a slightly painful procedure. It is tattoo number 10 (- see "I Am A Walking Piece Of Paper!! Draw On Me!!")
And here it is!!
Okay it's raised, red and there is some bruising starting to form at the top. Let me tell you it hurt more than getting my foot done but only because it's on a sensitive area. This tattoo is again based on song lyrics (see the pattern here? It's my fifth music related tattoo.) It is actually lyrics from "Jesus Of Suburbia" by Green Day and is taken from Part 4 of the song which is called "Dearly Beloved." It is the last two lines of the song, my favourite lines, and it goes like this:
"Nobody's perfect and I stand accused. For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse."
Despite the pain I do like it a lot and I think it (sort of) gives a reason (or excuse haha!!) to the other tattoo (the chorus to "Surfacing") which is just next to it. No-one is perfect!!
The first is an update on my wonderful sister who has been busy keeping everyone entertained with her "moments" (see "It's Like You Need To Pee-Pee But You Don't Need To Pee-Pee" and "My Sister Vs Me At The Doctors").
Anyways, recently this happened:
My sister, my mum and myself were sitting in front of the T.V one night. I was flicking through the channels when I discovered we had a channel called "God Channel" (and that's just one of many religion based channels). For a laugh I said;
"Oh this is making me become religious."
My sister replied with;
"I'd rather be a nun than religious."
After several minutes of complete confusion and explaining to my sister what a nun actually was, she said;
"Oh I thought nuns were the church cleaners!"
Honestly...
Moving on. The second update is the result of a slightly painful procedure. It is tattoo number 10 (- see "I Am A Walking Piece Of Paper!! Draw On Me!!")
And here it is!!
Okay it's raised, red and there is some bruising starting to form at the top. Let me tell you it hurt more than getting my foot done but only because it's on a sensitive area. This tattoo is again based on song lyrics (see the pattern here? It's my fifth music related tattoo.) It is actually lyrics from "Jesus Of Suburbia" by Green Day and is taken from Part 4 of the song which is called "Dearly Beloved." It is the last two lines of the song, my favourite lines, and it goes like this:
"Nobody's perfect and I stand accused. For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse."
Despite the pain I do like it a lot and I think it (sort of) gives a reason (or excuse haha!!) to the other tattoo (the chorus to "Surfacing") which is just next to it. No-one is perfect!!
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