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Mel's Realm of Madness
...and all that cal.
23 September 2009 @ 05:44 am
RAW VEGAN FOOD will cure your acne!
RAW VEGAN FOOD will cure your acne, and make you wish you were dead anyway.
Ah, lamebook.
Current Mood: 
amused
amusedCurrent Music: David Bowie - "Candidate"
22 September 2009 @ 08:04 pm
I sold something on Etsy!!!
Not exactly the coolest thing, but whatever. I'm so excited. :D
Not exactly the coolest thing, but whatever. I'm so excited. :D
Current Mood: 
bouncy
bouncyCurrent Music: Gang of Four - "Ether"
29 August 2009 @ 10:26 pm
I just read the greatest thing on Mohawks Rock: "i just shaved my mohawk and i hate my life."
/beginrant
STOP TELLING ME TO SHAVE MY HEAD. I KNOW MY HAIR IS FRIED AND THE ONLY EASY WAY TO FIX IT IS TO GET RID OF IT, BUT I CAN'T HANDLE THAT, OKAY?!
/endrant
You have no idea how many people tell me to shave my head. I'm not complaining about my mohawk; I'm just telling you about the challenges that come along with it, alright?
On another note... Maybe I should draw something. I half feel like it.
/beginrant
STOP TELLING ME TO SHAVE MY HEAD. I KNOW MY HAIR IS FRIED AND THE ONLY EASY WAY TO FIX IT IS TO GET RID OF IT, BUT I CAN'T HANDLE THAT, OKAY?!
/endrant
You have no idea how many people tell me to shave my head. I'm not complaining about my mohawk; I'm just telling you about the challenges that come along with it, alright?
On another note... Maybe I should draw something. I half feel like it.
Current Mood: 
calm
calmCurrent Music: The Clash - "Revolution Rock"
29 August 2009 @ 07:02 pm
My brother, my sister, and I went record shopping today. Chris gave us each $50 for graduating (which I think is kind of silly, since I didn't do anything, but whatever, free money). :D
Well, first we went to the Pevely Flea Market, which wasn't that great. Well, it would have been better if it weren't for direct sun and my mom's idea that it wasn't that hot out so I was wearing my Army jacket, so I was really hot and felt sick the whole time. There were a whole bunch of records, but I didn't look through them all. It was mostly like, John Denver (everyone likes John Denver, apparently), and classic rock and stuff that I'm not really into. But it was pretty cool anyway, I guess.
Then we went to Euclid Records in Webster Groves. They had a bunch of records, but nothing I wanted was used and therefore cheap(er). I did get the Adolescents' first album (it's pink vinyl! It's sexy!) for like, $12.99 or something, and the Dead Kennedys' Plastic Surgery Disasters (which is just too awesome for words) for $9.99. So that's pretty good, I guess.
Then we went to Vintage Vinyl. THEY HAVE SO MANY RECORDS. It's amazing. And there's actually seperate sections for punk and rock and ska and reggae. I almost got The Germs' album, but then I saw the Minutemen's Double Nickels on the Dime... But then, I found The Specials' first album. It was brand new, so it cost $17.99 (God, I'm cheap). IT'S FUCKING AMAZING. It was totally worth it. I mean seriously, who would've thought that I'd like ska this much?
Then we went next door to Sunshine Daydream Imports, which I'm not interested in at all, and it was all tiny and smelled like incense. Which was fine, until you actually got to the incense, then it's like, too much and you can't breathe and gah. Maybe it's just me. The people working there were telling customers about how they can't call bongs bongs and how they have to call them something else (it was something stupid, like "water pipe" or something) to sell them, blah blah blah. Melina was like "That's awesome." for some reason. She wishes she was a hippie, but it's not like she'd ever do pot, so I don't see why that's awesome, but whatever. She thought the store was really cool and had more selection than the South County one even though it was smaller (and didn't), but she didn't buy anything, so we left.
Anyway. That was my day. I shall leave you with this picture (That's Terry Hall, that guy with the eyeliner who never smiles. Melina and I think he's totally awesome and cool):
Now my urge to be a rude boy is coming back. XD
Edit: I wish it didn't put the tags in alphabetical order. Really, they actually made sense. XDCurrent Mood: excited
excitedCurrent Music: The Specials - "Doesn't Make It Alright"
27 August 2009 @ 12:55 am
I was reading about "Gloomy Sunday" on wikipedia (as you should know, I was/am kind of obsessed with that song in a really weird way. Moreso the "original" Hungarian version than any of the other ones, but that doesn't really matter), and it said that Bukowski (who I'm also obsessed with) mentioned the song in Notes of a Dirty Old Man (which I have yet to read), but he renamed in "Blue Monday." So, yeah, I'm a little obsessed with that song "Blue Monday" as well (and I just learned that it's the highest-selling 12'' single of all time). But you know, do you think that's where New Order got the title from? Not that it really matters. But am I the only one seeing this connection? Or am I just the only one who cares, haha?
Oh, and I just remembered that Ian Curtis was obsessed with the colour blue and painted his room (his writing room or something; I don't remember exactly) and everything in the room was blue.
But like I said before, maybe none of this really matters.
Current Mood: 
thoughtful
thoughtfulCurrent Music: Joy Division - "Heart and Soul"
26 August 2009 @ 10:42 am
Alright, this might sounds stupid. Just warning you.
I posted on facebook that I was excited for my new records and Doc Martens and all that cal. In a great mood and all, right? Then one of my friends has to go and say "That's cool your getting docs, but you know they are made in china now and not in the U.K.?"
...
What does that have to do with anything? Either she: A) thinks that because they are made in China that they are shitty quality, B) thinks that because they are made in China that they are made in sweatshops by little kids, or C) is jealous. Really, isn't that like, the worst thing you could say? I mean, that totally kills my mood right there. Since when is it okay to judge an item by the country it was made in? Aren't a lot of things made in China these days anyway? Does she shop at Wal-Mart? And even if they might be made by people in sweatshops, what's wrong with that? I mean, they wouldn't work there if they didn't need the money, right? And since I'm supporting the company I'm responsible for what they do? Isn't that kind of like saying that since you buy meat, you're butchering an animal? Or that since you support the troops that you support the war?
But that's not even the point. What does she think is so wrong about this?
I don't know. Maybe it doesn't really matter.
I posted on facebook that I was excited for my new records and Doc Martens and all that cal. In a great mood and all, right? Then one of my friends has to go and say "That's cool your getting docs, but you know they are made in china now and not in the U.K.?"
...
What does that have to do with anything? Either she: A) thinks that because they are made in China that they are shitty quality, B) thinks that because they are made in China that they are made in sweatshops by little kids, or C) is jealous. Really, isn't that like, the worst thing you could say? I mean, that totally kills my mood right there. Since when is it okay to judge an item by the country it was made in? Aren't a lot of things made in China these days anyway? Does she shop at Wal-Mart? And even if they might be made by people in sweatshops, what's wrong with that? I mean, they wouldn't work there if they didn't need the money, right? And since I'm supporting the company I'm responsible for what they do? Isn't that kind of like saying that since you buy meat, you're butchering an animal? Or that since you support the troops that you support the war?
But that's not even the point. What does she think is so wrong about this?
I don't know. Maybe it doesn't really matter.
Current Mood: 
annoyed
annoyedCurrent Music: Iggy Pop - "Shake Appeal"
22 August 2009 @ 12:03 pm
I GOT A RECORD PLAYER.
FOR A DOLLAR.
Now we have to see if it works.
Edit: IT WORKS! Wilbur likes Tchaikovsky. And Pumpkin likes The Clash (but we knew that before; I just thought I'd mention it).
FOR A DOLLAR.
Now we have to see if it works.
Edit: IT WORKS! Wilbur likes Tchaikovsky. And Pumpkin likes The Clash (but we knew that before; I just thought I'd mention it).
Current Mood: excited
excited13 August 2009 @ 09:38 pm
My friends suck. With the exception of two or three.
I realise that most of my recent entries have been me complaining about shit. I'm sure something good will happen soon.
Current Mood: 
pissed off
pissed offCurrent Music: The Vibrators - "Yeah Yeah Yeah"
12 August 2009 @ 03:00 am
01 August 2009 @ 02:04 am
I complain too much.
Current Mood: 
frustrated
frustratedCurrent Music: Violent Femmes - "Add It Up"
30 July 2009 @ 09:06 pm
I just finished Bukowski's Post Office in six hours. SIX FUCKING HOURS.
Hell yeah.
Hell yeah.
Current Mood: 
surprised
surprisedCurrent Music: Fear - "Gimme Some Action"
27 July 2009 @ 09:32 am
I need more REM sleep.
Maybe then I'll feel like drawing.
Of course, there's the issue of getting it.
I may sleep about 12 hours a day, but that doesn't mean much when I'm interrupted every hour or two.
God, I can't spell.
But does anyone care? No. They have their rooms, and their doors.
Try sleeping in my living room sometime. There's always something to wake you up. Especially this godawful desk chair, and the cat meowing at you because he thinks you're dead or something.
I really wish Shawn would understand why I still haven't completed his drawing.
But then again, I could be wrong about this whole lack of good sleep thing.
/endrant
Maybe then I'll feel like drawing.
Of course, there's the issue of getting it.
I may sleep about 12 hours a day, but that doesn't mean much when I'm interrupted every hour or two.
God, I can't spell.
But does anyone care? No. They have their rooms, and their doors.
Try sleeping in my living room sometime. There's always something to wake you up. Especially this godawful desk chair, and the cat meowing at you because he thinks you're dead or something.
I really wish Shawn would understand why I still haven't completed his drawing.
But then again, I could be wrong about this whole lack of good sleep thing.
/endrant
Current Mood: 
tired
tiredCurrent Music: Subhumans - "Big Brother"
25 July 2009 @ 05:58 pm
So.
I just walked on my treadmill.
Then I ran.
Now I feel like I'm going to die.
I burned about 100 calories though (which doesn't really seem like a lot, but it could be; I don't know).
It feels good though. Even though I feel like I'm going to die, it's a good feeling (besides the nausea-ness).
Yeah, that was a pointless entry, but whatever.
My feet feel like they're still moving... o_o
I just walked on my treadmill.
Then I ran.
Now I feel like I'm going to die.
I burned about 100 calories though (which doesn't really seem like a lot, but it could be; I don't know).
It feels good though. Even though I feel like I'm going to die, it's a good feeling (besides the nausea-ness).
Yeah, that was a pointless entry, but whatever.
My feet feel like they're still moving... o_o
Current Mood: exhausted
exhaustedCurrent Music: The Ramones - "Judy Is A Punk"
24 July 2009 @ 03:12 pm
I have learned that glue, although it makes a great hair product, is very, very hard to get out of your hair if you fuck up.
Current Mood: annoyed
annoyedCurrent Music: The Prodigy - "Molotov Bitch"
13 July 2009 @ 09:17 pm
So... The cops were just here.
There were four or five of them that I saw. They were all wearing bulletproof vests and shit.
They were looking for some guy who hasn't lived here for like, ten years. I told him I didn't know who he was and I'd never heard of him, and I didn't know where he was and all that cal.
And they had to come inside and look around and shit. Which wouldn't have bothered me quite as much if he hadn't commented on the mess. Sorry, I didn't have time to clean before you showed up at my house, asshole.
He kept asking me if I had pot. And I was crying, because i was scared. Cops make me nervous, and I know how they don't believe people and shit. So he asked me if I was crying because I had something.
And then he tried to make up for it by saying how awesome my hair is. And then he said he could yell at one of the other guys.
One of them noticed the picture of my cop grandpa that's so conviently placed on the entertainment center.
Whatever. My mom's upset. She's going to complain and all that cal. But I don't know what she can do.
I mean, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. I'M NOT A BAD PERSON.
She just called me back and said that they don't know what's going on. They're going to send an officer we can talk to about it and everything.
So... I'll keep you updated.
There were four or five of them that I saw. They were all wearing bulletproof vests and shit.
They were looking for some guy who hasn't lived here for like, ten years. I told him I didn't know who he was and I'd never heard of him, and I didn't know where he was and all that cal.
And they had to come inside and look around and shit. Which wouldn't have bothered me quite as much if he hadn't commented on the mess. Sorry, I didn't have time to clean before you showed up at my house, asshole.
He kept asking me if I had pot. And I was crying, because i was scared. Cops make me nervous, and I know how they don't believe people and shit. So he asked me if I was crying because I had something.
And then he tried to make up for it by saying how awesome my hair is. And then he said he could yell at one of the other guys.
One of them noticed the picture of my cop grandpa that's so conviently placed on the entertainment center.
Whatever. My mom's upset. She's going to complain and all that cal. But I don't know what she can do.
I mean, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG. I'M NOT A BAD PERSON.
She just called me back and said that they don't know what's going on. They're going to send an officer we can talk to about it and everything.
So... I'll keep you updated.
Current Mood: 
confused
confused04 July 2009 @ 12:17 am
I love ~ivannikolayevich.
The greatest three lines ever: "We were seventeen, now, and I had become a bitter smart ass. I’d always been a smart ass, but I blamed the bitter part on punk rock. You’d be bitter too if you had to listen to that shit."
The greatest three lines ever: "We were seventeen, now, and I had become a bitter smart ass. I’d always been a smart ass, but I blamed the bitter part on punk rock. You’d be bitter too if you had to listen to that shit."
Current Mood: 
awake
awakeCurrent Music: Tricky - "Tear Out My Eyes"
29 June 2009 @ 03:13 pm
The Pride Parade yesterday was SO MUCH FUN.
There were these angry church people who were yelling at us before the parade started, and they were all "SATAN HAS MADE YOU EVIL!!!" and some people went "WOO!!!!!" and it was awesome. And there was this preacher guy walking back and forth through the crowd spouting shit, and this guy next to us was all "HI SWEETHEART, REMEMBER ME FROM LAST YEAR?!" and there was this other guy in goth pants that started dancing all up on him. It was great. But my slow camera skills MISSED IT.
Some guy for the Riverfront Times took a picture of Melina and me, so that's pretty cool. And like, right after that, some guy in a Metromix shirt took a picture of me (but did he ask? No.). I'm actually on the Metromix site, here: stlouis.metromix.com/events/photogallery/p
And some guy said "Nice mohawk, sweet pea" to me, lol. And someone else liked Melina's hair, so that made her happy. She wasn't that bad to be with (like I thought she would).
So... yeah... It was a lot of fun. I have a whole bunch of pictures I need to put up as well.
I have more to rant about, but I'll get back to you on that.
TO BE CONTINUED.
There were these angry church people who were yelling at us before the parade started, and they were all "SATAN HAS MADE YOU EVIL!!!" and some people went "WOO!!!!!" and it was awesome. And there was this preacher guy walking back and forth through the crowd spouting shit, and this guy next to us was all "HI SWEETHEART, REMEMBER ME FROM LAST YEAR?!" and there was this other guy in goth pants that started dancing all up on him. It was great. But my slow camera skills MISSED IT.
Some guy for the Riverfront Times took a picture of Melina and me, so that's pretty cool. And like, right after that, some guy in a Metromix shirt took a picture of me (but did he ask? No.). I'm actually on the Metromix site, here: stlouis.metromix.com/events/photogallery/p
And some guy said "Nice mohawk, sweet pea" to me, lol. And someone else liked Melina's hair, so that made her happy. She wasn't that bad to be with (like I thought she would).
So... yeah... It was a lot of fun. I have a whole bunch of pictures I need to put up as well.
I have more to rant about, but I'll get back to you on that.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Current Mood: tired
tiredCurrent Music: The Misfits - "Devil's Whorehouse"
27 June 2009 @ 09:55 pm
I HAD SO MUCH FUN AT PRIDE.
There was this pavilion, and everyone was all dancing and happy to this techno. They kept trying to get me to dance, even though I don't dance (in public, anyway). And Julie went out to the middle of the dance floor. And it was awesome.
And there were so many fun people there.
There was this guy, and he was all tall and pale and skinny and goth and he had the same rainbow eyelashes I do. It was awesome.
And I saw this guy in a kilt and Doc Martens.
And I possibly saw Sciaroni (I'm pretty sure it was him) and I saw Nolan, and he waved, but I didn't really know it was him until it was too late because my eyesight isn't that good.
And... there was the King and Queen of Pridefest or whatever (and they both looked wonderful. Leah (however you spell it, Julie's sister) said the drag king was almost hot), and then there was a guy playing guitar and singing.
And then there was some chick who wanted to take a picture of my mohawk.
And then we started to go home, but we had to stop at Cheap Trx because one of Mikey's (one of Julie's friends, who drove us there, and thought it was funny to call this kid who Justin almost hit with the van a "Stupid nigger") friends's neck piercing fell out.
But there was this guy there. Seriously, you should have seen him. He was wearing these leather "ass-chaps" as someone so gracefully called them, and this vest with no shirt underneath. It looked like something Pat Briggs would have worn. But he was all "I love your boots! Where did you get them? Cool!" It was so... AWESOME. XD
Oh yeah, and on the way home, they had to blast Lady Gaga so loud that I couldn't hear my punk music in my own headphones, so now (and still) I have this huge headache and I think I'm going deaf.
So yeah... it was awesome. I probably forgot a lot of things, but I can add them later, I suppose.
There was this pavilion, and everyone was all dancing and happy to this techno. They kept trying to get me to dance, even though I don't dance (in public, anyway). And Julie went out to the middle of the dance floor. And it was awesome.
And there were so many fun people there.
There was this guy, and he was all tall and pale and skinny and goth and he had the same rainbow eyelashes I do. It was awesome.
And I saw this guy in a kilt and Doc Martens.
And I possibly saw Sciaroni (I'm pretty sure it was him) and I saw Nolan, and he waved, but I didn't really know it was him until it was too late because my eyesight isn't that good.
And... there was the King and Queen of Pridefest or whatever (and they both looked wonderful. Leah (however you spell it, Julie's sister) said the drag king was almost hot), and then there was a guy playing guitar and singing.
And then there was some chick who wanted to take a picture of my mohawk.
And then we started to go home, but we had to stop at Cheap Trx because one of Mikey's (one of Julie's friends, who drove us there, and thought it was funny to call this kid who Justin almost hit with the van a "Stupid nigger") friends's neck piercing fell out.
But there was this guy there. Seriously, you should have seen him. He was wearing these leather "ass-chaps" as someone so gracefully called them, and this vest with no shirt underneath. It looked like something Pat Briggs would have worn. But he was all "I love your boots! Where did you get them? Cool!" It was so... AWESOME. XD
Oh yeah, and on the way home, they had to blast Lady Gaga so loud that I couldn't hear my punk music in my own headphones, so now (and still) I have this huge headache and I think I'm going deaf.
So yeah... it was awesome. I probably forgot a lot of things, but I can add them later, I suppose.
Current Mood: tired
tired