Tuesday 29 March 2011

MMMMMMYYYYYY HHHHHEEEEEAAAAAAADDD!

WEEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW! I finally finished my photography assignment! It took soooo long. I made a music video for Nancy boy by Placebo, interlay out of photographs and nothing else. Turned out pretty good though. On a different note I'M GOING TO KILL EVERY THING! Well not really. I'm not insane. And if I do snap one day I don't want people coming back and reading my blog and being all like "The warning signs were there all along". Though I can't see me snapping... Well, not soon.... But the reason why I want to stab stab stab is because I have had a headache for an entire week! It feels like I'm being stabbed in the eye. First people were like "It's because you're trying to give up caffeine"  so I went back to my usual 4 cups of coffee a day. Still has a headache. Then they were like "you're dehydrated" so I started drinking  bottle of water every day (which is more then usual because normally I would drink about that much in a week. I dislike it because it tastes like METAL. And we all know metal is only good for listening to and hurting people.) But I still have a headache, AND I am running to the toilet all the time to piss because of the ridiculous amounts of liquids I'm ingesting. Some one was like "YOU HAVE A TUMOUR!" I don't know how to tell if I do or not by my self, but I hope they're wrong... Then dad was like "YOU NEED GLASSES!" So I figure an actual doctor will know what to do. 


Today I was seeing doubles because it got so bad, so I went home after just one class. Then I slept. Oh how I slept. I feel a bit better now. But I almost died in the shower because I got dizzy and lost vision for a moment. But that aaaalways happens... Any how, I HAD A DREAM! I can't remember it, but I know it's there. But the other night I had a dream after watch the awful movie 'Vampire girl vs Frankenstein girl' (I highly recommend it). And my entire dream was in JAPANESE! Which is odd because I don't know Japanese, but real life had subtitles and there was a rock with pimples and people where vomiting blue EVERYWHERE! I'M REALLY FOND OF CAPS TODAY. IT MAKES ME SOUND LOUD EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN'T HERE ME. WHEN YOU READ THIS THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD IS YELLING, ISN'T IT? Yeeeeeah, that's what I thought. Any how, I'm considering becoming some kind of God... But that's a story for another day. ZOOM! *brakes through roof* 

Thursday 24 March 2011

When I get bored I like to frighten Gangas.



Ok, So it's pretty douchey to just randomly start an enragement with some random for no reason. But I was bored and for some reason I had some ganga I have never met in my friends list. I wasn't in a bad mood, but I was pretty bored and I hardly ever get the chance to rip into some one like this and be a dick, or just freak them out (because I'm to nice to everyone >.>). So I took the chance and had a bit of fun talking to this fuckwit. 

Ganga: who the hell are you !
           
            
Me: I don't know... Well I do know who I am but if I just say my name is Toria that wont really help. Who are you?
           
            Ganga: well toria because you can't say anything that is totaly not random or even normal please stop commenting on my status ps I'm Obvs danni
                       
            
Me: See, what you have done there is show me that this annoys you. So now when I get bored I'm going to do it MOOOORE! trololololololol! 
           
            
Ganga: ur head needs another shave love !           
           
            
Me: ‎... What does that even mean?
           
            
Ganga: n ur make up is over rated having black shit all the way down to ur eye? Hmm a very sexy look and all oh and another thing it doesn't annoy me its shameful ur commenting on my status
                       
         Ganga: oh btw I wore black lipstick to once but that was on hallow ween
           
            
Me: ‎*No your makeup is overrated, having black shit all the way down your eye. Mmm a very sexy look. Another thing, it doesn't annoy me it's shameful that you're commenting on my status*
           
            
Me: ‎*Oh and by the way, I wore black lipstick once but that was on Halloween.*                       
            
Me: I don't care how I look, it makes me happy. But your spelling makes me the very opposite.
           
           
           Ganga: why cause I'm not a gothic nerd ! Pfft I have prediction text on my phone n it normaly does the words for me
           
            
Me: Your phone spells 'and' as 'n'? My bullshit meter is beeping. (Also I can't help but find it funny that the only two things you can find to insult me with is the fact that I'm more intelligent then you and that I'm confident with my appearance. You fail hardcore) Come on, insult me with some big words, hit me where it hurts if you can find the spot.           
           
            
Ganga: man I bet it feels good to walk down the street and make little kids cry? Ai or do you just eat them for breakfast


Me: OMFG YES! BOTH! Not even kidding, my boyfriend and me love scaring children! And scaring bogans! He put on lipstick one time and blew kisses at them and the homophobic shits freaked out. You have no idea how much joy we get out of it. Though that insult was a bit flat, I was really hoping you would take up my challenge of using big words. You mustn't know any.

         Ganga: EWWWW lesbian pedophile ! Omg delete delete delete before she plans a plot to go all pedo on me Haha           
           
            
Me: Pedophile, no. Lesbian..... Weeeeeeell gay sex is on my list of things to do. Gotta try every thing once ;P But you still haven’t used any big words.                       
            
          
Ganga: Omg pedo pedo pedo pedo pedo pedo
           
            
Me: Mmmmmm smells like children.           
           
            
Ganga: pedo           

           
            
Me: Can you spell the full word for that?           
           
            Ganga: pedophile            
           
            
Me: ‎*claps!* Aaaaw I'm so proud of you! (Be honest... You used spell check, didn't you?)
           
            
Ganga: Naaaa I didn't ai some 15 year olds can spell love
                       
                        
Me: Naaaaw, how cute. 15. Your such a big girl! You spelled a big word all on your own! You should go print it off and run and show your mummy. She might put it on the fridge.           
           
            
Ganga: I just did she gave me a sticker :D dumb bitch !
           
            
Me: It's kind of sad that your mother keeps stickers on hand. It's like you're 5 years old.  
         
Ganga: Pfft honestly u must have some disability if u think I was being seriously quick go put some black shit
            On your face so ur brain starts thinking again you gothic freak            
           
            
Me: YOU must be seriously be retarded if you think my brain runs on black makeup. It runs on paint and the encouraging welts in which rise from the caring touch of a beautiful leather whip. ;)           
           
            Ganga: Jeezee what a life
                       
            
Me: Oh you have no idea.
           
            
Ganga’s friend: oi what the fuck cunt dont talk to mi bffle like that cunt what the fuck is wrong with you your brain is fuckin dead so you should go and kill yourself NOW coz no one wants you here and we dont want you talkin to us about your fuck up irish whip
                       
Ganga’s friend: fucked up ***\
           
            
Ganga: Yeh because hanging out with drug fucked gothic mental cases who pretend to be like a rockstar n pose around pretending to be drunk on one mouth full is a life ill pass on thanks but I'm sure ur mummy and daddy are very proud sweet heart
           
                        
Ganga’s friend: ohhh shearded and walk along

         Me: Irish whip? Not only can you not spell but you can't read either. My dad was a bikey and we listen to Alice Copper together, and my mother is an art teacher and is relatively proud of my artistic skills. And I might like it if you lock me in a basement. ;)
           
           Ganga: EWWWW I'm 15 n aintt into gothic slut wanna bes like you now leave bitch leave           
           
            
Ganga: btw Idc what ur parents do Idc if ur mother and father is the king and queen
           
            
Me: I'm going to keep commenting until your idiocy ceases to amuse me. I wish my mother and father where of some high authority. I could buy sooo many corsets.
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 (They blocked me)           
           
            
Ganga’s friend: oi like what the fuck aye braah ofcorse you would love it in da basement we might llock up your parents for letin you live buddy\   
                    
                        
Ganga’s friend: ‎?*
 

Wednesday 23 March 2011

The greatest things.


This is an adorable fuzzy kitten in a frog hat.















And this is a dead dog. I can only think of two things that make me happier then these pictures make me. But that's a different kind of happy. 

Coin operated boy.

So today I was wondering through the city after dark with my bestest friend in the whole wide world, then we came across a street performer. He looked pretty kool. His face was painted white and he had a mohawk, white contact lenses, bright red lips and heavy eyeliner. He was being a statue. First my friend and I walked up to him and we giggled furiously... FURIOUSLY! He didn't move, he didn't even blink. Even though I knew he was real he kind of had me convinced for a moment that he wasn't (but that's just because I'm a tad retarded). My friend Gabie put some coins in the metal bowl on the ground in front of him and he came to life. First he blinked (which he was probably dying to do for ages) then he put out his hand and Gabie went to shake it, but he kept moving his hand away, again and again and again and again. Eventually he shook her hand, then I put out my hand and he gave me a kiss on the back of it. He left red lipstick on my hand, it made me lol. Then he kind of fluttered his eyes and he went back to being a statue. That made my day. But now I have coin operated boy by the dresden dolls stuck in my head, and it's been running over and over in my head all night! 


On a different note. I like glitter. 

Tuesday 22 March 2011

Amazing "Essay"

hhliblmr.aLLAntbALLALLALLAoLay p      nys   ysp nnnts pants pants pants
                             all i want for chris mas is my two front te eth
are you the best? o i think you are. never mind mrf. m antymoo. i dont even know any more more. oh no? i like my head. i DRAG QUEENS! he has only heard it once. i do nt know where your bathroomis. i needed a space therem but it ju st didnt happen,..... what? i don't even know any morr. didnt you already say that? did i? i dont know, do you really think i ewas aaaaaaa listening. what? why so many sssss;s.... its on me?!!!! get it off! dude, its just a dog. i HSATE DOGS. man man manly man is manly. oh no, thats a lady. is it? ist r4eally? yes, yes it is. *sigh* im so glad im not za man. how would i ever get things without breasts;??? i fe l like punching things when i have these gloves on. hkkkkkkk oh poor jack nd his naked legs. oh well. bacon is made of .... take a guess did you get     it? weellllll FUCK YOU!my tu mmy hurts. choose a top. this one or this one;? that one. dont just say it, poiit to it. jack has flat nipples. that hand has 8 imng rs. hairy r imints. hairy hairy armpits. i always on crak goithimil. i lov h bein dunk. untill i though.. no th outturhfiri. jks shoing.


his legs.


i hve jjmor purple then you.front ways is right ways. how can can you tell? be cause im amazing. but i like it bette when you spoon. but forking is good to... i GUESS;!ill sneeze where eve r i like  TH ANK YOU VERY MUCH!! RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED REDNEV  neve, ge back to black now bitch! tickle mosnste is going to get you. maybe your moth o is a bit tight. it pokes through.
                                       bang
                                             bang     
                                                 bang
                                                       bang. wwll w all k ow y were tight, that           ti was untill .ll your vag was tampered with by the FBI. you were neve the same agaiin. dude, lets eat pabcakes, what? se x? what is she gtalling abo ot? oh right. that was great; . his les open wide now. fuck? yes. s ci... seri     ous face to kill the moon, he is a bit retarree, but he is very nice. oh god i keep thinking there is some one behin me, HE,S WAT HUG US. cunt. i like fire. somewhere ovee the rainbow, theys tole my gold. and your hands are cold, please dkont tousch me thefre i like it far too much. if they wernt hairy you  say? i hav        mushromomomomomom too. these bu tons are cool. i r ally want a chair to sit on. i put a space afte r ev ry thing i write nd i dont know why. i won a chocolate in the b stard compotototototototion. SPIDERS ALL OVER ME!!!!!! !!!!!
okl, i want evryon to know htt tyhjj iwo p. BAG! ewhat y huh? mot ev n. h  g  in  t  e  bby. but im h ning f om my ne k,... i wouldnt   wnt th t ch ge. nipple it do snt count. ness is here and h r boobs re icking out. the oisee!!!!!!!! s e i wt hignnjack take i keanl,, oput hi pants on. n ess is hot. cn noynttt has. 9i have avretty greqat heaed. its just miolk i tells you!!!!!!!!! t eres a pole up savannahs arse. fg bo7 is faggy. vcandles les ndle candls essss. mmmmmeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you think your py/???try living with h elephant.. it doesnt fellmright but my od it looks right. if this is w5rong then i ndont want to be right!
                                                                   THE THE END!

Monday 21 March 2011

Hello, welcome to my house.

So, I kinda got bored and made this here blog. I just wanna say first up, I really wish I had more joints in my arms, like some kind of wacky noodle girl. *sigh* Oh well. Any how... For people who have seen me around and wondered this, and for people who spend a lot of time around me and get sick of hearing it, the most common question I get asked is "How long does it take you to do your makeup?" Let me tell you something if you ever wondered that. It's not makeup you insulting prostate, it's a birthmark. You see I only have one parent, but it is both my mother and father. Yeah, my mum/dad is a hermaphrodite. I call it Sam. Sam masturbated once, then I happened 9 months later. And that's why I have a wacky birthmark...

Also, for any one who hasn't seen me before and had no idea what I was on about, that's me poking through the window. Like some kind of rapist. Except I'm bald now, because I'm a good person like that BITCHES! I'm watching two TVs right now. On one there is a medical show about that tree guy. I wanna poke him with a stick.  But that wasn't what I was going to say. I was going to say... Ummmmm..... Well.... Maybe you should just imagine me saying things. I know that you like to think about me... At night... In the shower... With candles............................. ENJOY!