May you find solace in the gentle arms of sleep...No pet names are required for this journal. I've had a very busy few weeks. Since my last update much has happened, both fabulous, not so fabulous and downright devastating. Few know of what I am speaking because I haven't told many. For one thing, I had a mouth infection a couple of weeks ago. My face swelled up like a melon. Hurt to laugh, hurt to talk. It's gone now though, all is well and healed in that section of Charlotte.
I attended Girugamesh with Lena and Carrick. The gig was orgasmic as was the queue beforehand. We met a new friend, Anna, and her schmexy boyfriend XDD I took my camera and snagged many a video to put together for another of my queue features. Charlie and Sarah from Miyavi were there. The awesome Rad, and Kiyoharu, aka Vicci. Nicky was there too but I only managed to see her after the gig so no footage ._.;
Girugamesh Queue Video - 02 Academy, London 16/05/09
The band were blatantly sexy, rocked the stage, the crowd were enthusiastic and the assholes in the middle of the crowd who were trying to mosh, got their asses handed to them. They didn't even know who the band were, just showed up and bought tickets to ruin everyone elses fun. However, Jrock shall always have the last laugh. So they can shove that up their channel tunnel >>
Ahem...
Then, the week after was Beyonce. I expected not to enjoy myself but I couldn't have been more wrong. The three hours to Birmingham were tiring for everyone in attendance, namely my mother, Katy's father, Katy, Gemma and myself, and we met up with Lena outside the Bullring in Birmingham, which was closed due to a gasleak. The Gay Pride Parade was marching through the city center that day. I was thrilled to see it. There were pink flags and neon colours everywhere.
We went shopping in the Oasis, the alternative armoire of Birmingham and I spent over £200 on clothing, including an expensively fabulous overbust corset which has a not so fabulous purple paint stain on the back panel. I shall be swapping it when I visit Lena in July...
We had pizza followed by hot cookie dough and icecream for dinner before heading off to the NIA for the show. I bought a raspberry ice lolly to help myself and Katy survive the walk. Katy suffered a bit in her wedge heels, blisters galore *soothes with kisses* But she enjoyed the concert alot. Embarrassed as I am to admit it. I knew most of the songs just from what she played in the car, and the Destiny's Child medley's throughout were epic *grins* I listened to them when I was young and impressionable. I even remembered the lyrics, so yes, singing and dancing was involved.
We shopped around Taunton the following morning. Caffe Nero was visited and I charmed Gemma towards the Coconut frappe side of things, before we had to catch our train home. I won't even go into what a nightmare the trains were. Thankfully I had pringles to satiate my need to crush things...
I'm sure you've noted I'm not my usual chipper and wittily sarcastic self in this journal. This is for good reason. On the 13th of May, when I woke up at seven oclock with my unfortunate swelled lip, my mother took me downstairs to sit on the couch. She told me that my nan had died of a heart attack that morning. She was my last remaining grandparent, and I loved her very much. She had a quaint old-fashioned sort of thinking about her and she wore no airs or graces, just plain and simple outspoken nan.
We had her funeral this Friday gone. I tried to keep my head and for the most part succeeded, but when they started playing Katherine Jenkins - Hallelujah on the way out of the church to the crematorium, I faltered. All of the daughters and grand-daughters had a white rose to place on the coffin, and my father read out the poem 'I'm free' at the church.
It was beautiful, I'm sure she would have loved it. I find it hard to think negatively of her passing. I know we have lost but she wasn't in the best of health. She was taking 20 tablets, at least, a day to cope with her heart problems, diabetes, althritis...anything under the sun. That was no quality of life. She's out of pain now and I'm happy for that.
She helped me understand things. Life's not worth the grudges you hold, or the bitterness and resentment you feel towards people you think deserving of it, no matter how badly they hurt you or how much spite they've exacted on you. It's up to you to make these things better, and if they can't be put right, put them out of mind. Life's too short for schoolyard bullying and selfishness and depressing thoughts. Everyone has them though, time and again, but in the end, it's something you have to pull yourself out of. Everyone has their limits, and if you don't test them, you'll never know what they are...
I'm finding it difficult to type now so I'll just go.
Sorry.
Emotional
It's Niki, by the way
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Listen to CKY...
"The blood was boiling, and who could ever leave her like this? He took her hand inside of his - flat line no sign insisting wrist. How much worse can the world that we live in be? ... In the moonlit bay, the Boardwalk Body lay."
Thank you very much for the
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Beyond the dreams...
D'you remember a while ago we were talking about another holiday? Is that still goin' on?
I's be fancyin' it, yo
xP
xxx
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«†» Leeeenerrrr «†»
'The Weirdo who is Out and About'
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Game Over.
Moving from empty cups and dolls
I don't like this game anymore
Not that I ever did, under pretense of a willing hand
The bracelet is broken.
I am free to go.
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The Decepticon warriors were a wide and varied bunch, and most of them were a few diodes short of a logic circuit. Starscream just put the 'fun' in 'fundamental genocide'.
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Game Over.
Moving from empty cups and dolls
I don't like this game anymore
Not that I ever did, under pretense of a willing hand
The bracelet is broken.
I am free to go.
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The Decepticon warriors were a wide and varied bunch, and most of them were a few diodes short of a logic circuit. Starscream just put the 'fun' in 'fundamental genocide'.
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