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So maybe it's 12:21AM right now. >.>

I'm about to go and get myself a heatpack and curl up for the night, and well yeah. I just wanted to ramble a little I guess.

There's too much of nothing going on right now and I hate it. I hate summer in general.

Though. Plus side, sort of. I've been writing more and shit. I've currently got in the works:
  • An epic Waycest/Frikey/Frerard inspired by The Virgin Suicides.
  • The beginnings/thought-plannings/skeletons of two Waycests.
  • Multiple counts of shy/nervous/artkid/artist!Gerard in various fics [see above Virgin Suicides fic - he is a weird kid in that by himself... anyway].
  • Peter London / Simon Cruz smutfic inspired by Peter's recent drag photoshoot thing and the new thing Crashdiet have going at their gigs [or maybe just the one in Malmo, idk] in which Simon is tortured onstage [YAY DRAG AND BONDAGE, AMIRITE].
  • Slowly getting going on my epic Peter / Olli fic.
  • Skeletons of future crossovers and Candyfics, and rewrites of old Candyfics.
That is about it off the top of my head. Sidenote, though...

And yeah. I don't know.
Not looking forward to school again at all, but I bleached my hair again today and ahh peroxide, I love the smell of thee. It's kid of weird really.
21 December 2010 @ 07:22 pm
So. A lot's happened the past two weeks or so but the way I see it, the people who need to know those gory details already do. And said people know exactly what I'm talking about, so there's no need for clarification or anything of the sort.

In otherrrrr news.

I'm currently amazinglyobsessed with the Unholyverse by bexless right now [which is understandable, go read it now because it is the verse of a lifetime]. And I'm going to see The Last Exorcism with my dad tonight. And I'm either getting a rosary off my grandma or maybe going and buying a nice black one after Christmas. Yaaaaaay.

And right this very second I just so happen to be writing another Karla!inspired fic. Ferard. Kinky. Dash of Waycest for good measure. I do plan on posting this as soon as it's finished and I looove my imagination sometimes as fucked up as it is.

So yeah, HAI I'M STILL BREATHING, and now i am going to watch the new Family Guy Star Wars so adieu.
condition: artisticartistic
01 December 2010 @ 09:36 pm
Who was your best childhood friend, and where are they now?

When I was in primary school, like halfway-through-first to fourth grade... there was this kid called Bryton. He was seriously the most badass kid I knew at the time. I remember going to my first boy-girl party for his birthday, borrowing Garfield comics off him because we were both obsessed with it, going over to his place and playing kiddie-laser-tag with him and a bunch of the other guys we hung out with on New Year or Christmas or something and his dad lit off fireworks [this was before they were illegal]. he was seriously the coolest kid, whole way through.

His dad was in the army though and they got posted at the end of the fourth grade and he had to move to Queensland. And I talked to him a little via email, but we kinda totally fell out of contact by the time fifth grade was in full swing. But with the joys of Facebook, we got into contact again earlier this year. The bastard's been living in England and comes back here next year, but he's going to be in Adelaide.

So yeah.
condition: blahblah
30 October 2010 @ 01:37 pm
I'm off to Caitlin's soon for the Halloween party.

Sooo, I'm currently all peter London-ified because that's who I'm meant to be today. And tomorrow, if I feel like wearing pants, I shall be a triplet. If not, I shall simply be Peter London again.

rock & roll: Queen Obscene - Crashdiet.
I'm referring to Let The Right One In, of course.

I don't know. The past few days, maybe weeks, all I've been hearing about absolutely everywhere is Let Me In. And I hate it. I hate it I hate it. It's such a fucking mutilation of the most amazing book I've ever read and the movie that came of it.

You can't just take something like that and ruin it, take out half the plot, change the names, change the place... and call it a remake or something based on the book. Eli is called Eli for a reason - she is a castrated boy, named Elias. You can't make a castrated boy of an Abby. They changed the name and they changed the plot that went with it, half of the story entirely. They changed Oskar to Owen, the location to a town in New Mexico. Why? Because they wanted to. Not a damn thing, not a single damn thing that they've changed has had a legitimate reason behind it. They managed to keep it all the same and have it released successfully in the Swedish version, did they not? They still incorporated Hakan's pedophilia and Eli's castration in an implied form. Yes, they cut out the graphic scenes with the young boys and Hakan, the sharing of the memory of the castration, Eli's rape and Hakan's coming back to life and committing said act, but that's understandable. The way that they did it all still worked, still fit in. It was still Let The Right One In, just with the more graphic parts cut out for film release.

I can't deal with it. Let The Right One In is such a big part of me. It was my first Swedish film, first Swedish book. It was, is, what I watch and read when things are going so terribly I can't deal with them otherwise. Oskar and Eli still are my favorite characters of all time. The book especially inspired a a pile of my own stories - mostly Candyfics - and even though they're unfinished, they're still there. I sit there even now and watch the movie until I cry, break down from my own troubles and lose myself in it because I need to get away from them.

Even the title had an impact on me. I have it scrawled across books, pencil cases, snippets of paper I've torn from various things. It's even on my bag. I keep it with me everywhere I go in some way, shape or form. Call me crazy, but it's almost a reminder to me now. That I need to let the right one in.

It was my first really intense book, with what happens to Eli and the entire character that is Hakan. I'd never read anything like it before, not on that level. It was what opened up the doors to the other books I now read - Lolita, Poppy Z Brite. It made me want to seek out those books with the laces of the sick and twisted, to read them cover to cover a hundred times.

Let The Right One In is everything to me when I have nothing else left. On the days when it's just too hard, when I can't listen to music for one reason or another, when I'm cursed by writer's block and it's all just too much... I pick it up or put it on, and somehow it helps a little.

Now...now the Americans have taken the most amazing book I've ever read, the most amazing film I've ever seen, the most amazing characters I've ever known... and they've raped, beaten and tortured it to death. They've made a crime scene of it. They've totally ruined it all, and for what? American and other English-speaking audiences who are too lazy and/or lack the mental capacity to pick up a book or read some subtitles, who refuse to even glance at something with themes and circumstances that are so common and so real and prevalent in their own societies, who are so ridiculous as to refuse the names Oskar and Eli, which - although they are Swedish - are so easily pronounceable in English as to be common in their alternate forms.

I am so fucking sick of hearing about this brutal murder of the best book and film I've ever read and seen. It literally pushes me to tears every time I see someone going on about how fantastic and amazing it is, every time I see another ad or trailer or news headline about it. It hurts me to see how easily they all push something so amazing, so touching, so important, aside for something that disregards it all completely and sticks a tag on it with a lie.

I know, I know, angst post. But I honestly cannot stand seeing one more thing about this remake, or I'm going to seriously hurt someone.
condition: pissed offpissed off
rock & roll: watching Let The Right One In, oddly enough.
21 October 2010 @ 06:03 pm
What was the last song you couldn't get out of your head no matter how hard you tried?

Chemical and In The Raw by Crashdiet. To the point where I was dancing around the ronm singing a mashup of them. XDD

I fail at life, ja.
condition: boredbored
08 October 2010 @ 10:50 pm
Based on the books on your bookshelf, what conclusions would people draw about you?

They would think I am one sick fuck.

No lie, no lie.

A couple of Anne Rice, that's not too bad... the Millennium trilogy isn't bad either when I look at it. There's Edgar Allen Poe's complete works, some Stephen King stuff, a couple on Swedish, Finnish and other Scandinavian languages. And Harry Potter.

But then there's the bunch of serial killer nonfiction books [including a couple on Jack the Ripper and one specifically on the Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka case], the Poppy Z Brite stuff, Go Ask Alice, Marilyn Manson's autobiography, Let The Right One In and Handling the Undead by Lindqvist, LOLITA, ahh... you get it, I'm sure.

My bookshelf is strictly no children, no parents, and not for the faint-hearted. There's sex, blood, rape, incest, murder, fetishism, necrophilia, vampires, cannibalism, pedophilia... and that's the way I like it. 

[In case y'all wondered, I CANNOT SLEEP.]
condition: awakeawake
30 August 2010 @ 12:44 pm
I totally just finished my webpage assignment that isn't even due until week two next term. THAT IS OVER A MONTH AWAY, MAN.

So instead I'm LJing. And going nutso because we can't get on any comms. Or Tumblr. Or Facebook, Twitter, etc. IT'S MADDENING.

condition: bouncybouncy
23 July 2010 @ 02:55 pm
If your life was made into a movie, who would you want to play the leading role? What about the other major characters in your life?

I'd have maybe Dominique Swain or Evan Rachel Wood for myself. Not entirely sure for that, actually. XD

Emma Watson could play Shay, Alona Tal could be Caitlin, maybe. Emily would be played by Dakota Fanning, and Maggie Gyllenhaal could play Maddy. Because Maddy has to be taller than all of us. Maybe Jared Padalecki in drag if that falls through. 

I don't know I could have to play... y'know. Her. I'd need someone, obviously - I'd also need someone for him, too - but... I dunno. It's getting far too confusing from there in.

In other news.
condition: contentcontent
02 June 2010 @ 05:34 pm
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4-7 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

This situation was familiar.

"Why didn't you just tell me what you wanted, instead of making me read all that crap?"

"It's my duty," the man said, but his voice shook, and his hand tightened on Nothing's leg.

Nothing didn't care what he had to do. Whatever it was, it would be worth it to get away from this sour-smelling car, those lonely cardboard smiles. The albino's jewel-pink eyes slipped shut as Nothing bent over his lap and pulled his robes aside.

(From Lost Souls by Poppy Z. Brite.)
condition: blahblah