'Girl, 13, hangs herself after becoming obsessed with Emo 'suicide cult' rock band'

If MCR are a 'suicide cult', why are the fans and indeed the band not dead yet?
UGH.
That journalist did not do a very good job of researching.
And that article made me mad.

I like, I like it when we're nice to each other

I was talking to John tonight (Astrid's friend Joey's friend), and we were discussing runcible spoons. Naturally, this reminded me of The Owl and the Pussycat (by Edward Lear), which is a poem that Gran and Grandad used to read to me when I stayed over at their house when I was little. (I'd go into their room in the morning and get into bed with them, and then Gran would go and get them both a cup of tea, and me a cup of warm milk :)

I

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, 'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

II

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?' They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the Bong-tree grows And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.

III

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.' So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.

Warmness on the Soul (wasn't played)

Last night was amazing.
One of the best concerts I've been to.
Mel, George, Nick and Emily (from work) bought my ticket for me.
Rumour has it that these three bands (who are headlining Taste of Chaos this year) toured here together because we're not going to get TOC this year (because Australian crowds are so bad).
But anyway.
Herbie and I got there around 6.45 (doors were meant to be at 7), and there was almost no line, it was ridiculous. We parked, and upon arrival found that the doors were already open. So that was odd.

Behind Crimson Eyes (who I saw last May, they may also have supported something else I've been to, I don't really remember...) were the support act, and they started at about 7.02. So that really was strange. They only played for twenty minutes, but they played my two favourite songs of theirs.

After a twenty-minute break (how speedy!!!), Atreyu (whose name I finally know how to say!) took to the stage. I just did a quick search on my computer for Atreyu, and I only have a cover of Bon Jovi's You Give Love a Bad Name, which is dreadful (as in, the cover is dreadful, also the fact I only have one song by them). Actually, I might have some more somewhere. Anyway, my point is that I didn't know any of the songs, but it was still really quite good. The lead screamer took his shirt off at one point, and I didn't even realise he had for a while, because he had a few tattoos XD They won me over though, they were good performers (despite the bassist only having one move - lifting the guitar up and then down again :P), and I have respect for any band who can get the whole crowd (bar Herbie, and three guys who were just in front of me) to get down on one knee, then jump up on the count of four. Which Atreyu did, it wasn't just a strange tangent about respect. I did video it, but the video turned out crap (mostly because of those darned boys who decided they were too good to take part.)
(You can see the shirtless screamer in this) Actually, something I found interesting was that the drummer was the lead singer, and the frontman only really screamed.
They didn't play for that long (40 mins, I think?), then after another twenty-minute break (these people are very speedy!), Bullet for my Valentine came on. They were rather good, though they didn't play any of the songs that I know well. Again, I have music of theirs on my computer, but I only know a few songs that I was sent years ago, really well. How lame. But anyway, they were good performers, though all the songs sort of sounded the same a bit... Very good though. The wall of death sucked though. Not that I was in there (unfortunately), but it just looked bad because people went before the guy said 'go', and it just didn't really look that good. Nevertheless (as I keep saying, but then I say negative things!) they were good.
(Damn cameras ruining my photos!) (How ironic.)
During the break, we went and got some water (which they weren't even giving out for free - don't they legally have to because they serve alcohol??) then went back and stood maybe 10 rows back from the stage (before that, we'd just stayed at the back of the crowd, except for the time that Herbie went into the Atreyu circle pit).

After thirty minutes, The Rev (short for, so I read, The Reverend Tholomew Plague...) (the drummer) came on stage (amidst much cheering), and the opening... organ of Critical Acclaim started. It was just amazing, I loved every moment of their performance. During the second song, I was moved from just infront of Syn (on the right), to the centre, and eventually to the left, where I stayed for the rest of the show, in front of Zacky.
Zacky and SynM. Shadows
I cried during Seize the Day (I'm not sure if it was with happiness or sadness).

They also covered NOFX's Linoleum.

Their encore was A Little Peace of Heaven, which is an eight-minute... okay, I just Wikipedia'd it...

'"A Little Piece of Heaven," is a wildly theatrical piece that incorporates Eastern European melodies and draws some influence from the works of Danny Elfman. It features the use of various musical elements from Broadway show tunes, with keyboards, as well as brass and woodwind instruments, mostly taking over Avenged Sevenfold's typical use of guitars.'

I think I've played piano pieces by Danny Elfman. Actually he may have composed the Simpsons theme.

'A Little Piece of Heaven is about a man who is madly in love with a woman. He is so afraid for the relationship to go wrong he decides to kill her so they will always be together. He preserves her so he can make love to her corpse, also seeming to "rip her heart out" and "eat it". After a time of this, she comes back from the dead to kill him, ironically murdering him in the same fate he bestowed upon her, after which they share a personal talk as corpses. Gradually, they make up and get married as the undead, and subsequently begin a murderous rampage. In the music video the reason for the murder is different from the song in that he kills her after she turned down his proposal.'

Hahaha.
Wow. What a creepy video.

I actually learned a lot of things from Wikipedia today. For example (though I did know this already), they're named for the biblical story of Cain and Abel (Cain killed his brother Abel) (Gen. 4:15) But the Lord said to him, "Not so; if anyone kills Cain, he will suffer vengeance seven times over"...
So isn't that interesting. And their song Chapter Four is named so because of the chapter from which the story comes. Wow.

Johnny ChristAlso wow, this is turning into a really long post :|

I would, however, like to have a rant about people. People who go to gigs, and do these things, which annoy me greatly.
- Wear thongs (of the footwear variety) (easy to lose, and easy for people to stomp on your feet)
- Wear heels (not only uncomfotable for them, horrible for you if you get jumped on)
- Wear an outfit you'd maybe wear out at night (usually not very good jumping around getting sweaty and yuck clothes)
- Drink (I've never drunk at a gig, I'm pretty sure the only one I've drunk before at was The Hot Lies in March. I can understand people who maybe have a social drink with friends, but (well, why would you do that at a gig, you'd surely be there for the music?) I don't understand people who get drunk, or who take drinks into the mosh - they're only going to get spilled!)
- Take bags (though this one I don't care so much about, sometimes it's unavoidable. But at least make it a sensible bag, not something you'd take to town.)
- CHILDREN at concerts. Seriously, what parents lets their ten-year-old child go to a metal concert, by themselves?! (Well, with friends) And who give them money for merch!?
- And lastly, people who drink a bottle of water, then don't take the lid off before they drop it. Dangerous!

Idiots.
I did have more, but I forgot to write them down.
I'm so judgemental.
:D

Oh that's another thing that annoys me - overpriced merch. T-shirts last night were FORTY-FIVE DOLLARS. That's ridiculous. I didn't even bring that much money with me, and even if I had, I would not have spent it on a t-shirt. A beanie was $40. A hoodie was $90. Ugh.

ANYWAY.
It was just SO amazing.
:)
Zacky Vengeance.

EDIT: wtf is with all these italics tags, I'm having to trawl through the html to get rid of them all! And I sure didn't put them in there!!

Tonight, I had planned to have a very excited post.
I was going to talk about how tomorrow is the Avenged Sevenfold and Bullet for my Valentine concert.
I was also going to say that tomorrow is Gran's funeral.
I would also probably have complained about work.

Instead, I was driven to write this post, in response to a couple of comments I've recieved lately. (The last post, and the one before the one before that (the second part of the holidays update one)).


Dear Anonymous,
If you have something to say, be man (or woman) enough to put your name to it.
I have said this before, but you've clearly not taken any notice.
So, I'm not going to take any notice of what you're saying, and I'm going to whinge (check your spelling next time) for an entire post, just to make you happy.

I don't particularly care that I didn't get any comments for that last post (except for Vero - thanks!) -- it's not content that I created, I didn't spend any time writing the post, you didn't spend any time reading it (it doesn't really take that long to glance at a picture). It's the posts which I spend a significant amount of time on that I care whether I get comments or not. I enjoy writing my blog. But I enjoy knowing that people actually read my blog too. Which they do. I have said this all before.

If you consider my blog simply me whinging, then you should not read it.
If you consider what I write about 'disappointing' then you should not read it.
If you don't like what I write about, then you should not read it.
If you don't want to comment, then you should not read it.

I've said this all before.

This blog is called Sez's Life.
Sez is me.
My life.
Not your life.
Not what anonymous, who doesn't have enough conviction to put their name to their opinion, wants Sez to think and feel and write about.
Not what other people want Sez to think and feel and write about.
Not Adventures with Bob the milkman.
Not opportunities to comment with things designed to hurt Sez and stir her up.

I've said this all before.
If you're going to read my blog, then fucking well read it.

I understand people who read posts of mine, especially the ones with photos etc, and who don't comment because they did not take part in the activity of which the photos are, or about which the blog is. That's fair enough. Especially if those people don't even know the people in the photos.

But really. It takes a fraction of a second to comment.
It takes much longer to write a post.

And seriously, anonymous?
Grow up.

I actually lol'd.

I cried on the bus to work today. It was worsened because I have a cold.
This morning I went with Mum to the funeral place to identify that it was Gran in the coffin. I'm glad that I went. For my sake, and for Mum's sake. Gran looked really peaceful. And she looked much more like Gran there than she did in the nursing home. She had her toy dog with her.
Now I'm crying again.

The other part of the holidays update...

So, as almost a continuation of the last post (except not at all ;), here's the rest of my holidays:

Wednesday night was Astrid's birthday party, which was a lot of fun. The theme was 'dinosaur lake on ice', so I dressed up as a lake. Yep. It involved wearing blue. I also had a sparkly blue thing (the same material as the tie on my yr 12 formal dress), which I was going to put on my head but got distracted. So it stayed in a belt loop for a lot of the night.
Alison, Astrid, Sez, Caity
James. I like this photo.
Yes, that's right, on our beer run, we found a trolley. So Woody rode in it.
Mmm, Salisbury ;)
Thursday: I came home from Astrid's (the damn train was 20 mins late! So I missed my bus and had to get home half an hour later than I wanted to), then went to work at Subway 3-9:30. Well, it was of course later than 9:30, because that's how it works when you're closing. You get half an hour to do a lot of work, which can't be done well in half an hour. So there you go. Then I went home, and then went to Lib's housewarming which was also lots of fun, and very colourful because it was Bollywood themed. Eventually I went back to Dave's house along with Bart, Herbie and Kester. We sang Bon Jovi really loudly, lay on the road, Herbie pulled a street sign out, we lay on some grass (on an oval), ran with our eyes closed, and Dave nearly limbo-ed under a really low bar. But somehow had enough sense not to -- it was very low!!

Caity & Sez. My costume was Caity's, because she had two.
Ah, adventures with the die.
Law and Dave danced. A lot.
Wearing pegs because we could?
Friday: We woke up to the sound of Dave's dad attacking the roof.... at about 7am. ARGH! It was horrible. And he kept going ;) But yes. Then we eventually got up about 1, I think? We played the snes, then went to Caity's around 5 or 6, which was also much fun. Following that, we went to Maynard's, where we watched Black Books. I left around 1.45ish.

Saturday: I worked 10.30-5 at Subway, it was pretty dead really. Then I went home, got annoyed, then went to Anna's where we worked out some more NZ stuff, and watched Notting Hill (which, of course, I'd never seen).

Sunday: I woke up about 1, Anna still being asleep I got dressed (actually, she was awake by that point. I think it was probably because I kept stepping on her mattress...), then went to Bart's for a hug. Except that I stayed there til about midnight. But that was for a good reason; around 6.30ish (I think?), Mum called (on Bart's home phone) to tell me that Gran had just died. So I was pretty upset about that.

Today: I had set my alarm for 9am, but just kept pressing snooze (it was too easy, my phone was beside me because I had been too tired to put it back on my desk at 1.15am when I got a message). Mum and Simon came in around... I don't even know what time. 9:55ish I think?? to say goodbye (parent-teacher interviews today), and so I decided that it would not be possible to get ready in 15 minutes for a lecture which I can't understand anyway (as in, can't understand the lecturer's accent), so decided to stay home. I also called work later in the day to say I wasn't coming in. It was nice to have a day at home. Mum and I went through Gran's clothes to find her favourite ones for her to be cremated in, and also found her toy dog, Toby. The funeral man came at 2 and talked about stuff, and then I went through her clothes to see if I wanted to keep any of them. So now I have a whole bunch of knitted cardigans and jumpers and a dress that mum says makes me look like a governess. But it's cool, I like it. Also a couple of shirts.

So that's been my last week. I'm still pretty upset, but at least she's with Grandad now.

I was going go to on a Zenana mission, with my Zenana cloth, but the cock-horse cocainised the walking-fern!

The other day (Monday, in fact), Michael came and kept me company at work (Library), for nearly all of my shift (what a crazy person! He was delaying going birthday present shopping ;) ... I'd put a full stop there but then it just looks like the winky face has a pimple... ANYWAY, I was having difficulty knowing where to put a book away, so said "I don't know where this GOES!" (or similar), and Michael, being the bright kid he is, piped up with "Sez I reckon these numbers are clues!!" (as in, the call numbers ;) It was pretty funny. I laughed for a while.

So holidays have been fun. When did I last update? Friday I think, but that didn't REALLY count as a post. So here is a quick rundown of what I've been up to, post-Carrickalinga.
Tuesday: I had an orthodontist appointment in the morning, then successfully procrastinated writing an essay all day. Seriously. When Bart called me around... 4.30? 5? Maybe even 5.30, I'm not really sure, I'd done 13 words. Not 1300, thirteen. Yep. But Caity was having movies at her house, so after that I got a wriggle on, and got to 1242 words by 8.45ish. Then I went to Caity's, where they were halfway through The Talented Mr Ripley. I think it would be interesting to go through my blog from 05 to see if complained about this movie. We studied it in English, and I hated it. (Mostly for the oar-killing scene really.) But anyway, after that, we watched The Mexican. Then after THAT, we watched Four Weddings and a Funeral. So that was much fun =)

Wednesday: I got up, and had my essay done by 1. (It was only 1500 words, but you know.) So then I went to town to drop it in, and hung out with Bart for around an hour, then went to work (Subway).

Thursday: I worked 11-3 (Subway), then went to Anna's house to plan our NZ trip (which we're doing in January).

Friday: I worked 10-1 (Library), then... I don't even know. I possibly cleaned part of my room. Or possibly not. I'm not really sure. Anyway, I went to Bart's that night, and we watched some Mighty Boosh. It was Season 3, which I really don't think is anywhere near as good as the other two. Hmph. But yeah, it was nice anyway.

Saturday: I probably slept in, I don't really remember. Saturday night was Nick's 21st party (from work). So around 5, George picked me up and we went to Mel's, where we started drinking and getting ready. Eventually (almost) all of us who work at Unley were at Mel's. At 8, we went to town (the Astor), and partied on down there. My toe got attacked by a door (well, a woman who pushed the other side of the door when I was in front of it looking for Alyce's lipstick lid, after we'd rushed to the bathroom because she had spilt Jagerbomb all over herself...) and it still hurts. Lots of blood everywhere, and split nail and stuff. Not much fun. But the night in general was one of the best nights out I've had in a while, it was just FUN.

The present so beautifully wrapped by George and myself, and George being inappropriate :P And Rachel.
Sez, Rach, George. (We're not allowed to work with George anymore because apparently we don't get enough work done. Pfft!)
George and Mitch.
NB: Mitch was sober.
Me and Pembo (the little one)
Everyone I work with: Mel, Em, me, Alyce (or yo'lyce, as she will now be known), Georgie girl, Mitch, Nick, Rach.

Sunday: I worked at Subway 12.30-6. Around 8 I went to Maynard's for movies. We watched some Mighty Boosh (Lu and Vero did not get it at all, it was pretty funny :P), then watched The Devil's Advocate, which was okaaaaaaaaaay except for all the blood and yucky things. Like killing goats. And people. Anyway. After that we watched some comedy (Russell Peters, then Bill Bailey). Then I took Bart home, and we sat in my car for like... an hour and a half talking which was nice :) ...apart from the getting home about 4.30... that was perhaps not so good.

Monday: I worked 2-5 (Library), then went shopping for Astrid's birthday present with Michael. Then went home.

Tuesday: I was lost. I had nothing to do. It was really confusing. I had to get up early and go to the doctor for my final cervical cancer vaccination (OW!), and a blood test (yes great plan, put BOTH my arms out of action!) So then I had the whole day ahead of me. I cleaned a bit more of my room, including my dolls house. Did you even know I have a dolls house? It's behind my chair. Like, the red chair. My god-sister (in her 20's) has an awesome dolls house, it has electricity and tiling and all sorts. Mine's not anywhere near as good as that, but I went through a stage in about... year 10? where I was slowly replacing all the 15-year-old chunky wooden furniture with nice furniture, but then stopped. Dad made that dolls house for me for my 4th birthday :)

Anyway, around 6.30 I went to Bart's (well, I left ages before that, but a lot of Portrush rd was down to one lane. Ugh!) We watched some more Mighty Boosh. Eels, eels, eels, join in boy! But then the ends of eps 5, and all of ep 6 didn't work, so we played some cards. Shit golf is a really crap two-player game :P Shithead, on the other hand, is quite good as a two-player game (except that Bart always won. But then I won all but one Uno game we played xD) And THEN, we were planning our Europe (2010) and America (?!) trips, (a lot of places in America we're going because they sound funny. And so we (I) can sing songs with the name in them.) (We didn't really get very far with the Europe one, it was more of a 'yes, lets go to... this area... and like.. this area... and we can skip this area.... I'd like to go here... yeah lets go here, and then... mmm, America! Much easier.) Hah.

Then Bart tried to teach me some Polish words. EPIC FAIL. I just don't think my mouth can make those sounds :P We were trying to think of other words for goodbye, so Bart fetched the dictionaries. We're talking like, A-N, and then O-Z dictionaries. Zombie means 'god-snake'. Mmhmm. Wtf. We did discover some fairly amusing English words though. Like the ones in the title of this post. To cocainise: to make something into cocaine. Zenana has something to do with Hindu households in India? Or something? I don't really remember. A walking-fern (also known as a walking-leaf) is a South American (?) plant, and who knows what a cock-horse is. Ah amusement.

Today: I slept til 1!!! :D it was lovely. It was because I forgot to plug my phone in when I got home last night (at like, 2.30), so, because the battery lasts less than a day, it turned off. So I didn't wake up when I got calls and messages galore. But usually if you call or message me, I'll wake up ;) I then popped to Burnside (darling) and purchased the last part of Astrid's present, as it's her party tonight.

And that's the news up to the minute :)

Charlie returns...

Charlie the Unicorn:
(Which I'm sure you've all seen...)


Now, a Charlie the Unicorn 2!
(It's not as good, I think.)


I'm baking a chocolate cake :)

CBF #4

Once again, a few of us made the journey down to Carrickalinga for fun times. And fun times were had!! Saturday morning saw Bart and I leave Ben's party (which was much fun, apart from bum-scrape and Maynard spilling black russian all over me. *shakes fist* but hammock squish times were very good. Much giggling ensued), and meet Michael and Kester at Coles, where we did the shopping for the next couple of days. We discovered lovely things like cow liver and lamb hearts, which prompted me to find some vegie patties.

After a lunch at Baker's Delight/ the cafe bakery thing with the nice man, we drove to the beach. A little while after arriving, we decided to take a walk. It had been spitting with rain when we arrived, and so I decided to take the amazing rainbow umbrella (first featured on this blog here). While searching for that post, I found this HIGHLY amusing one... Lib and I are poets, and we do not know it. Oh dear.

ANYWAY. So we went on a walk up the hill at the beach, with the umbrella, and took some photos. Then we went back home because it was starting to rain more than just drizzle. We had dinner (pizza stuff) while watching Black Books, then engaged in drinking. We also watched Monkey, which is a very high kwality, amazing special effects, Asian series. Around 3.30 or so we decided to go for a walk, and ended up at the cabbage patch. We also found mini-watermelons which we kicked round like a soccer ball (until they broke...). They weren't really watermelons though. Boo!

Sunday I was awoken by Maynard calling, asking if he needed to bring anything. Then his car (him, Dave, Lu and Vero) arrived around 1.30 or so? We helped them unpack, then went and played table tennis. Michael had clearly been practising, seeing as he beat EVERYONE. Mmhmm.

We had lunch (this was during Kester's hour of contemplation, and Dave's hour of cleaning...), which Bart made; baked potatoes. We then went for a walk to the beach which was lovely.
The faraway hills and clouds looked like a backdrop from Monkey. Hehe. Ummm then we went home and played cards and stuff then made dinner (bbq), then played Kings, which I lost. Sigh. The rest of the night was good, and we went to bed about 5, after playing pygmy poker.

I can't be bothered uploading photos. Comment me up and maybe.

Many events. By 'many' I mean three.

They are:
a) Engineering Pubcrawl
b) Head of the River
c) Bart's 21st

a) Engie Pubcrawl
It was rather rad :) I met up with Lib and Shane around 5.30, we got Knoodle, then convinced Kester to come with us. We met up with Sahil, then decided that the line at the Unibar was too long (that's right, a LINE FOR THE UNIBAR. WHAT THE HELL. Well, free tequila shot, that's what the hell.) So that was fun. Photos on Facebook. Terrible. But still here's a few....Rollie on the bike, which was chained to the pole.
OUR ONE YEAR MEETING ANNIVERSARY!!!!!
Wheelbarrow race cum crawling on fish time



b)Head of the River
So after coming home early (as in, on the last bus that goes REMOTELY in my direction) the night before, I was awoken to go to Head of the River (like, THE rowing regatta), as my brother, Simon, is in the second eight for PAC. So off to West Lakes Dad and I trundled (Mum and Simon had gone down at the crack of dawn, of course).

And they won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D
Unfortunately Saints won the first eight race, PAC came third, but Simon won!!! I was very proud of him :P (Even though this was the first time I'd actually seen him row...) So anyway, they got this huge wooden boat trophy.
Witches hats that materialised (from whence I know not), which made for handy megaphonesAfter they finished, they rowed back to all the PAC supporters. Then jumped out of the boat into the water.
(Simon is second from the left.)
c) Bart's 21st
Again, photos are on Facebook. After getting home after HOR about 4, I left for Bart's house about 5.30. Then after a while his parents drove us and mountains of food to the Rhino Room. Then we decorated (it involved putting a 'happy birthday' banner up) and set other things up (like the food, and the guest book). And then people arrived (well, three people actually got there about seven, but then left again :P) Aaaaaaaaand it was fun :) After we spontaneously sang Bart happy birthday, he made a speech:



So that was nice.

A good weekend indeed!
:)