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I am the reverse Princess and the Pea

7 Apr

Without the pea. For those who aren’t grasping my brilliantly obscure and totally defunct literary allusion, I have a million blankets on top of me. If I were reversed and a pea was somehow involved, the comparison might not be total rubbish.

Yes, feverish delirium has set in. This will probably be another one of those posts I apologize for in the morning.

But in the meantime; I’m awake, overtired, struggling to breathe and really wishing I could just dissolve into time and space. Or I could trawl the interwebz on my ridiculously expensive mobile broadband, laughing at parents and researching Pelle Yngve Ohlin (‘Dead’ from Mayhem) like some morbid marauder. Yup, I chose the latter two.

UPDATE: I found some cold and flu tablets. Maybe I’ll get some sleep after all. So now… in dot point form!

  • This article makes me angry. Cohesive examination of the quarter life crisis from me (someone who is actually there) coming soon, but really: it has so little to do with money in the scheme of things – it’s a quarter LIFE crisis, not a financial quarter crisis. Jerks. Do they not know anything?
  • Why are these tools still scuttling around the house at midnight? Why are there even people here at this time? WHY IS THIS STUART’S NIGHTCLUB?
  • Lady Gaga on Friday. I have nothing to wear. I may as well jump off the Westgate.
  • But nutella exists. May as well live a second-rate existence solely for the purpose of consuming hazelnut spread.

Drowsy, finally! So, in light of recent blogging tragedies – I hereby solemnly swear to get some sleep, not let this turn into pneumonia, restore brain function and actually have something interesting to report!

xx Bunny, from Deathville

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Progressive Rocking

3 Apr

8:15-ishpm – heading out. Am wearing funny contact lenses; paranoid I look silly. Combat this by listening to Satyricon REALLY LOUD on the tram. Nobody sits next to me.

9:00pm – meet Nath and Aaron at Fed Square. Am only person at ACMI not wearing black. Feel out of place; want to take off pink scarf.

9:15-ishpm – waiting. Nervous, excited. Nathan makes fun of hipsters, I cringe because I probably l0ok like one. Aaron and I devise a tumblr-type blog where we photoshop corpse paint onto vapid celebrities.

9:30pm – film starts. Australian premiere of Until the Light Takes Us. Yes, YES. I am only girl there who isn’t a total retro vixen or deluxe goth – I am dressed in my usual, like a whimsical hippy hobogan (yes, I just coined that word).. feeling like a loser, but excited nonetheless.

Some time later:pm  – oh yes. I am in love with: Varg, Dead, Satyr (again), Frost (slightly), Fenriz and Faust.. Passionate idealism is so so so attractive…

Some time in between – we go to Beer Deluxe. I drink Franziskaner Hefferweisse and Fuller’s Organic Honey Dew ale. 2 pints of beer versus 50kg of girl….. tanked. Unfortunately. I was trying so hard to maintain a facade of awesomeness, which failed as I brought out gems like “perhaps black metal arose as an expression of disillusionment, alienation and despair; for these teenagers, exploring the ‘underculture’ of everything they were conditioned to loathe was their only solace when the idyllic society revealed its flaws”. I am so intellectual.

2:00am-ish – in the car listening to Bathory and King Diamond all the way home. Feeeeeel sick. We stop at McDonalds and they won’t let me in because it’s too late. BASTARDS> Yay – petrol station bathroom loves me.

2:something – we’re home. Posie loves me.

2:34am – I spill flour all over my laptop while trying to make waffles . Woah – milk – possibly a bit more dire than flour. Am drurnk. Am also worried – was folllowing waffle recipe that seems to have disappeare3d from my browser. Flying solo now, I guess.

Laterish.am – Waffles eaten. I am tired. I steal Nath’s Mayhem t-shirt and go to   bed.

xx