Today I went to a CD store to buy a gift for my Armenian friend plus some music for me. I hesitated and thought what's better: Aretha Franklin, Mudvayne, Emilie Autumn, A Perfect Circle or some free jazz. Finally, I purchased a deluxe edition of 'Mythmaker' by 'Skinny Puppy' and... another Skinny Puppy album ('Too Dark Park'). This last one is really noisy, close to the roots of industrial music :)
Btw, I'm an American according to the test 'Which culture is for you?' (in Russian).
26.1.08
21.1.08
Gosh, I want to fuck him. *_________*
And I'm not fucking ashamed. Yes he did play bass with drain.bamage (the band I used to play in) a couple of times. He's so kawaii, mmm.
17.1.08
Midyear
I'm going to sit my last exam tomorrow. And then - freedom!!! Ha, ha, and once more ha.
Why are all the students sooo happy when the midyear is over? It's cold outside, and imho it's better to sit at home and read books and write essays than to go and get your ankles frostbitten. Some people say I study in a good college, some say that I'm 'talented', some think that I abuse 'social network' and many others think that I'm a nerdy creature. Dunno who of them is right, but everyone had the right to choose which college to enter. As for me, I have nothing to do. I'm tired of people, parties and alcohol (but maybe not drugs -_-) and I have no money. And the study's over. And there's nothing to do. If I had more money, I'd spend my time on music, but my boss is abroad and cannot pay me anything. So I'm gonna just work work work and wait for doubled salary.
Why are all the students sooo happy when the midyear is over? It's cold outside, and imho it's better to sit at home and read books and write essays than to go and get your ankles frostbitten. Some people say I study in a good college, some say that I'm 'talented', some think that I abuse 'social network' and many others think that I'm a nerdy creature. Dunno who of them is right, but everyone had the right to choose which college to enter. As for me, I have nothing to do. I'm tired of people, parties and alcohol (but maybe not drugs -_-) and I have no money. And the study's over. And there's nothing to do. If I had more money, I'd spend my time on music, but my boss is abroad and cannot pay me anything. So I'm gonna just work work work and wait for doubled salary.
11.1.08
Asylum is real
I've created a virtual town at MyMiniCity.com. It's called Refugium which is the Latin for 'Asylum'. Every visit of this page makes the life in Refugium a little bit better. At first, I nee to increase the population of the town. In brief, click here to help me conquering the world! =)
A couple of hours ago, I was busy with attaching a head of an old bag (she has a birthday on 13th) to a Renoir's painting. Well, it has its style, but the woman's head is really awful. Hopefully, I'm going to be paid for this crap.)
Principles
Some people treat the others like chocolate. This is a funny game. The rules are: open it, taste it, eat it, throw away the wrapping. The chocolate itself is the role you want this person to play in your life. When you've devoured the chocolate and the person has been used by you, you can throw away the rest - you don't need anything except the chocolate itself. So the person is being thrown away.
I used to play this thing some time ago, till I got a never-ending multi-taste bar of chocolate. ^_^
There is also a 'bus principle'. When going somewhere by bus, have you ever understood that this vehicle is a closed system? And it has its own rules, too. You can remain in the bus if only:
- the bus isn't broken,
- you pay the fare,
- your route is similar to the route of the bus,
- you're not eating ice-cream or anything,
and so on.
If you violate one of the rules, you are risking to be:
- thrown out of the bus (out of the system),
- turned in to the police situated outside the system.
And so is the whole life. Something is giving us rules and watching us outside.
I used to play this thing some time ago, till I got a never-ending multi-taste bar of chocolate. ^_^
There is also a 'bus principle'. When going somewhere by bus, have you ever understood that this vehicle is a closed system? And it has its own rules, too. You can remain in the bus if only:
- the bus isn't broken,
- you pay the fare,
- your route is similar to the route of the bus,
- you're not eating ice-cream or anything,
and so on.
If you violate one of the rules, you are risking to be:
- thrown out of the bus (out of the system),
- turned in to the police situated outside the system.
And so is the whole life. Something is giving us rules and watching us outside.
4.1.08
Internet services
You can find my accounts in several places on the Internet. Livejournal, DeviantArt, Last.fm, Myspace, Ourmedia, and some Russian ones (I currently live in Russia, and this Asylum is the place where I can keep up my language skills). Those are Vkontakte (the design of which is completely stolen from Facebook), Diary.ru, LiveInternet and MyWishlist.
What I'm speaking about is: I don't like web services provided by my country. They have bugs and, worst of all, the text is written in Russian. Everyday I hear Russian in the streets, and the images of the people who're speaking are closely connected to the language they're speaking. In general, I don't like people much, but I especially detest those who I see every day and who can attack you verbally every second of the time. These are two reasons why I want to remove my accounts there, but I need to keep in touch with my circle.
As LiveJournal was bought by Russian employers, I'm waiting for the worse.
And now a little picture of two lovely-lovely creatures:
The Dresden Dolls.
A bit like us, eh? ;)
What I'm speaking about is: I don't like web services provided by my country. They have bugs and, worst of all, the text is written in Russian. Everyday I hear Russian in the streets, and the images of the people who're speaking are closely connected to the language they're speaking. In general, I don't like people much, but I especially detest those who I see every day and who can attack you verbally every second of the time. These are two reasons why I want to remove my accounts there, but I need to keep in touch with my circle.
As LiveJournal was bought by Russian employers, I'm waiting for the worse.
And now a little picture of two lovely-lovely creatures:
The Dresden Dolls.
A bit like us, eh? ;)
3.1.08
Dreaming about a concept album
By now I've written eight songs and I rack my brains how to make a demo record.
I can play piano and drums and a little bit bass guitar, also I sing along when playing this stuff.
But I drank away all my money. Damned New Year parties.
I can play piano and drums and a little bit bass guitar, also I sing along when playing this stuff.
But I drank away all my money. Damned New Year parties.
My zodiac sign
Весы. (24 сентября - 23 октября)
Это, пожалуй, единственный знак, кого практически никогда нельзя увидеть в глубоком депрессняке.
Даже в чернейшей жопе они находят свой кайф, отчего их ебло растянуто в постоянной улыбке.
Можно даже предположить, что весы хронические пациенты дурки, но как показывает практика, так чаще всего и случается.
С одной стороны с ними х$й соскучишься, с другой - у них дома может быть страшнее пейзажа атомной войны, что говорит о их крайне дурындаском образе жизни. Поразительные способности к искусству позволяют весам лепить из песка, глины и говна не только ментов, но и людей других полезных профессий.
Самое страшное испытание для них, как бы это глупо не звучало, - выбрать одно из двух.
Весы будут долго и напряженно думать, может быть даже обосруца от напряга, но в итоге отмажутся банальной фразой типа: “- Я подумаю еще.”
Сказать “да” или “нет” сразу и без резины для них проблема из глобальных.
Libra
People of this zodiac sign never seem to be depressed.
They have a great pleasure even when they're totally screwed, that's why they always have a smile on their fucking face.
We can suppose that Libras are chronical madhouse patients, and practically so it often happens.
On the one hand, you'll never ever get bored with them, on the other hand, their homes and rooms can be uglier than a nuclear war, and that is because those people lead an extremely idiotic way of life.
Libras' striking creative abilities allow them modeling things from sand, clay and shit. They can sculp not only policemen, but also folks of other important occupations.
Silly as it might seem, the most horrible ordeal for Libras is deciding between two variants.
Libras will be thinking tensely for a long time, they even may shit their pants from strain, but finally they'll get off with a banal phrase like `I'll think again.`
Saying yes or no quickly, without dawdling, is a global problem for Libras.
2.1.08
I hate drummers.
Five simple features of drummers:
1. You shouldn't borrow any of drummer's belongings, and if you did that (by mistake), wait for a long oral execution.
2. The better is drummer's technique, the better he fucks.
3. You should never ask another drummer for a piece of advice about your drums/cymbals/hardware/whatever because two drummers never like the same things.
4. Impartially, drummers are loosers. But they themselves think they're not.
5. Those drummers who worship Dave Grohl can't play anything interesting.
We should kill them. Mortal shit, they have no right to live.
1. You shouldn't borrow any of drummer's belongings, and if you did that (by mistake), wait for a long oral execution.
2. The better is drummer's technique, the better he fucks.
3. You should never ask another drummer for a piece of advice about your drums/cymbals/hardware/whatever because two drummers never like the same things.
4. Impartially, drummers are loosers. But they themselves think they're not.
5. Those drummers who worship Dave Grohl can't play anything interesting.
We should kill them. Mortal shit, they have no right to live.
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