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I hate you, MySpace. [07 May 2008|07:08pm]
[ mood | impressed ]
[ music | No Salvation; by The Hellacopters ]

----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: matthew
Date: May 7, 2008 2:06 PM

hey sexy whats up?


----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Bethany
Date: May 7, 2008 7:03 PM

For those like yourself who ignore the warning on my profile, I have instituted a new rule. Every time you talk to me and expect a response from here on, you must either pay me ten dollars or sock yourself in the face and send me a picture of the bruise.

It's your move, Matthew.
Anyway, I told the truth 1 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

It's a lie. [26 Apr 2008|08:53am]
[ mood | sick ]
[ music | Trash; by New York Dolls ]

What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Northeast
 

Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak.

The Midland
 
The Inland North
 
Philadelphia
 
Boston
 
The West
 
The South
 
North Central
 
What American accent do you have?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz


I swear I don't sound like Mona Lisa Vito when I talk...

Anyway, I told the truth 1 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Photoshop scraps. [21 Apr 2008|11:17am]
[ mood | annoyed ]
[ music | Wish Fulfillment; by Sonic Youth ]

Just some scraps of quick, haphazard practice sketches I've done recently... )

Again, my school's site is down for maintenance, so again, I can't get on to do anything, and again, I will most likely end up doing two days worth of work tomorrow.

There's something in reading this Punk history book and realizing I listen to 90% of the artists (dislike the other 5% and haven't heard the other 5%) mentioned in it in discussion of roots, the roots of the roots, and actual bands a part of the genre, that makes me feel like I was born in the wrong decade...

Anyway, I told the truth 6 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease + Bret Michaels = funny. [17 Apr 2008|10:24pm]
[ mood | blank ]
[ music | Pretty (Ugly Before); by Elliott Smith ]

The washing machine is broken.

The Internet went down yesterday, so I couldn't get online to do any school work. It went back up this afternoon, and I ended up doing two days worth of lessons in one sitting.

The neck on my acoustic guitar swelled fairly bad on the move up here, and now it won't stay in tune, so I can't play it anymore.

I'm too introverted for friendships. I can never keep in contact with people. I'm not just noticing this.

I'm okay with making an idiot out of myself sometimes when it's in front of people I will never see again.

I have cramps, but oddly am not bleeding out of my vagina. I'll see what tomorrow brings.

Lastly, I wish a few has-been/psuedo celebrities who shall remain unnamed would come down with rare, incurable diseases, suffer and waste away, and donate all their money to research. We'd have more cures for diseases that are otherwise too rare on their own when they just affect normal people to fund research for, and less annoying reality TV shows.

Anyway, I told the truth 5 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Learning about the endocrine system... [15 Apr 2008|11:04am]
[ mood | captivated ]
[ music | Dream A Little Dream Of Me; by Louis Armstrong ]

Laughing lowers levels of stress hormones and strengthens the immune system. Six-year-olds laugh an average of 300 times a day. Adults only laugh 15 to 100 times a day.
Anyway, I told the truth 2 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Wishes... [11 Apr 2008|10:42am]
German has words for the day before yesterday (vorgestern) and the day after tomorrow (übermorgen)... I wish English did.

Considering English was one of the last languages established, and that it derived from Germanic languages, you would figure that it would be developed enough to have words for useful things like that.
Anyway, I told the truth 5 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

This is getting annoying... [07 Apr 2008|09:35pm]
[ mood | sore ]
[ music | Pale Shelter; by Tears For Fears ]

So, I'm pretty sure I'm the only one who thinks that it's a contradiction to insult the stupidity of Internet celebrities, and then give them more publication than they already had in the process, thus expanding their audience and perpetuating the joke of an idea of an "Internet celebrity". I don't know how many TV shows I've seen now making fun of popular YouTube videos, but it is too many.

If you don't like them, then ignore them and move on with life instead of giving them the attention they want. It's fairly simple...


By the way, [info]fiendmorte and [info]breadusspirit: the CDs are packaged and ready to be mailed... Now I just have to wait for my mom to take them to the post office, since I still can't drive. And it only took me five months!

Anyway, I told the truth 5 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

It makes me happy... [02 Apr 2008|10:49pm]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Renewal; by Lycia ]

The fun thing about having relatives who you never see and yet still feel obligated to give you something on the holidays is that their repetitive gifts tend to accumulate. They have no clue what to get you, but try to take the little they know about you and do something like buy you a gift card, because it gives them the satisfaction of being more personal than just throwing hard cash at you. It's a way of saying "I know you", I suppose, even though you never see them. It's risky, because it's so easy to wrongly pigeonhole people and piss them off, but it's the thought that counts, right?

I'm an easy to please kind of girl, though. I don't expect anyone to get me anything, and thus am grateful no matter what... I like books and Mexican food. I'm cheap, what can I say?
In total, I got about $100 in gift cards to spend at Barnes & Noble (result of good pigeonholing), and got myself eight new books (and a job application...). I picked up a couple that I'd had my eye on for a while, but really didn't have much else in mind. I lingered in the psychology section for a while, but figured it was just going to be hit or miss since I had come without any vague ideas of what might be a good read, and thus a waste of money. Shortly after, I checked out the biographies, trying to find something that caught my eye, and realized that the store had an entire separate section dedicated to music, musicians, and their biographies. My heart practically stopped. I examined some books on Jim Morrison, Joy Division, The Smiths, and more, and ended up leaving with an Elliott Smith biography, Henry Rollins' Black Coffee Blues, and two other books on Punk and Post-Punk.

I can't recall what it was called, but they had this massive book with all of these glossy photos of people such as Johnny Rotten, Joe Strummer, Siouxise Sioux, history on places like the 100 Club and CBGB's, and all of these massive, un-condensed details of the history of Punk in the UK and the US... I fell in love with it, but it was thirty bucks. I ended up getting the two above mentioned smaller ones I had been looking at instead, but I've definitely got my eye on that one now.

All in all, I left extremely satisfied with my choices, and also added a few new books to my wanted list in my browsing...

Anyway, I told the truth 8 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

The substance of life... [31 Mar 2008|02:38pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | Desolation Avenue; by The Leather Nun ]

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music.
- George Eliot
Anyway, I told the truth 0 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Nick Cave-y goodness. [22 Mar 2008|05:34pm]
[ mood | giddy ]
[ music | Hold On To Yourself; by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds ]

I don't quite understand people who complain when artists they like try to go in different directions with their music.
There's something about the phrase “I only listen to their early work” that is just like nails on a chalkboard. I'm not talking about “I preference their earlier stuff, but still have an appreciation for the rest of it, though I really don't like it as much”... no, I'm talking about “Their album sounds different from the first one... SELLOUTS!”

Scenario: If a fan found meaning in a given artist's earlier music then, obviously, they, at some point, were able to appreciate the being of that artist and the way that the artist thought and saw them as quite admirable.
Later disappointment in the artist's career after such a connection is nine out of ten times going to be because A) the fan is an atrocious judge of character with low to nonexistent standards and the musician was never that great in the first place, B) the fan lacks the ability to listen to more than one genre of music or never had a full appreciation for the artist's mind, or C) the fan only liked the artist in the first place for shallow or empty reasons involving the way that liking that artist made them perceived by others, rather than for their own enjoyment and fulfillment (once it becomes unflattering to them to enjoy the artist, they change their tune accordingly—“What? A music video? Everyone knows who my favorite band is now?! Oh, no, I'm not pretentious and underground anymore!”).

From what I have observed, there are very, very few exceptions to this rule.

If you find you are continually disappointed by “sell-outs”, then my advice is to develop some standards, and figure out what you like about the artists that you do. Not every jackass that happens to write a good song is worth admiring to such an extreme, while there are others who deserve more attention paid to the inner-workings of their minds than you probably give them. Dissect the fuck out of the music you listen to, find some connection with it, get in to the artists’ heads, and only esteem the musicians that you find you love in every respect. I mean find the ones that you love for the essence of their work, and not style in which they perform it or the image attached to it. When you find that connection, it's hard to be disappointed. It's also nice to keep in mind that there are no rules to enjoying music... you can take your own meaning, no matter how different it may be from that of the intended one, from whatever resonates something in you. Art, and the meaning that it has for you, is meant to be a very personal thing.

With that said, “Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!” was awesome, and I dig Cave's 70's porno mustache, so STFU.




More of my amateur drawings...

Drawing progression... )

I like this one better than the Eraserhead one, but the shading still isn't completely done yet. I really wish I could take art lessons or something, so that I actually had a clue as to what I was doing as far as technique goes.

Honest opinions appreciated... I know I made the nose far too pointy, and there is something off about the eyes that makes them look more like glasses.

Also, I picked up some of that sticky wall stuff today and was able to get up my posters finally.

My room... )

And, lastly, I changed my LJ layout again because I am fickle.

Anyway, I told the truth 6 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

I bet you didn't know I'm a huge David Lynch nerd. [20 Mar 2008|05:50pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]
[ music | 12/26; by Kimya Dawson ]

My scanner is being stupid, so the webcam will have to do.

Progression: )

Done!

My hands are completely covered in pencil, now... Gross.

... )

Anyway, I told the truth 0 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Hormones are stupid. [19 Mar 2008|10:59pm]
[ mood | mixed ]

So there I was, going through my despair-filled thoughts over and over, just finishing my angsty journal entry, blubbering and bawling to myself and wiping snot on my blanket, and I decided I would much rather tell myself to go take some Midol instead.

So I did.

And then I wrote this.

Now I'm going to sleep.

Because, really, I just can't fool myself... I'm awesome.

Anyway, I told the truth 2 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Barbie Doll by Marge Piercy [13 Mar 2008|11:52pm]
[ mood | sore ]
[ music | 92 Degrees; by Siouxsie And The Banshees ]

This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.

She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.

She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.

In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker's cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn't she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.
Anyway, I told the truth 2 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Alone again still... [02 Mar 2008|11:43pm]
[ mood | awake ]
[ music | Minnesoter; by The Dandy Warhols ]

This is why I can never make any friends, and why I will never be able to be in a relationship with anyone:

I will never be able to get out of this mindset of judging people by my shallow criteria and assuming I know everything I need to about them based on my analytical misanthropic nonsense. I will never be able to stop mentally dissecting and picking people apart.

No one is good enough for me. I don't say that in narcissism, but rather that I feel no one is ever satisfactory to my impossible standards.

I cannot like people for being generally nice and fun. Even then, just having a few things in common isn't good enough. Personality traits of being a "cool" person aren't enough for me, and they never will be...

Anyway, I told the truth 7 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

A new layout... [01 Mar 2008|12:30pm]
[ mood | artistic ]
[ music | Leaders Of Men; by Warsaw ]



Compatible in IE and FF at 1024 x 768 screen resolution (other sizes/browsers not tested)




It's nothing too special, but I needed a new layout.
Anyway, I told the truth 1 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

I'm so in love with you, I'll be forever blue... [26 Feb 2008|01:21pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]
[ music | A Little Respect; by Erasure ]

I just made up 350 words of metaphorical, figurative crap on a drawing I did of two pieces of string (like this) for my art history class.

I called it minimalistic. How much more arty and pretentious could I possibly make it? Oh, yeah: it was also about romance. A++.

I kick ass.


In other news, I'm working on some new LJ icons for the first time in like a million years, and I think I have lost my touch... I'm not liking the way the colors are turning out on most of them, but I am working with all black-and-white images, so it isn't easy. We'll see.

Anyway, I told the truth 2 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Douchebag. [23 Feb 2008|12:20pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]
[ music | Fever In My Blood; by Dave Vanian & The Phantom Chords ]

Here's something I don't understand: why do people bother to make petty ice-breaker jokes? They are never funny, and either induce awkward silences or fake you're-a-moron-but-I-don't-want-to-be-impolite laughter. What I especially don't get is why they bother with them when the other person is clearly not in a good mood.

10 AM this morning: I'm woken by the sound of dogs barking and someone pounding on my front door. I roll out of bed, in my underwear a shirt from yesterday, and pull on a miscellaneous pair of pants I find. I'm cranky. I was up in to the late AM the night before. I'm basically a monster ("6 AM? Not a really great time for me. ... I'm like a vampire with a paper route." - Christopher Titus). I still have the make-up I wore yesterday smeared around my eyes from tossing and turning on my pillow last night, I haven't brushed my teeth, my hair is everywhere, I could probably use some deodorant and face wash (a shower wouldn't be totally out of question), and I just don't feel like being conscious.

The pounding continues while I climb over the gate that boards the dogs out of the living room to get to the front door, so I scream "I'M COMING, HOLD ON". I finally get to the door, and it's a mail-delivery person with an envelope for my mother.

"I've been knocking on this door for thirty minutes! Where have you been, young lady?"

So, I stare at this guy with a look that says you are such a fucking douchebag for a second, before I say "Sleeping". He makes some stupid comment about why on earth I would be still be sleeping today, I give him my look of loathing again and then say "Because it's Saturday", and then retracts his comment with the jolly nonchalance of the "I'm just joking" explanation--used for those too dense to understand when someone is using sarcasm or rhetoric--in an effort not to feel like a dumbass.

There's a silence, and then he hands me a slip of paper and asks for my signature. I sign it, give it back to him, he gives me the envelope, I say "thanks" and slam the door.

Moral of this story: don't try to make stupid jokes with me (and especially don't try while I'm still half asleep). I will not laugh, and I will not politely dismiss you.

I liked the UPS worker that used to come to my door to deliver things back in SC a lot more. He wasn't a kiss-ass. He called my dogs "beasts" because they would bark furiously and try to escape and attack him when I opened the door, and was always in a hurry to get away. I appreciate rude honesty a lot more than fake civility, for some reason.

Anyway, I told the truth 4 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Toes and books. [19 Feb 2008|06:38pm]
[ mood | happy with a broken toe ]
[ music | Cacophony; by The Slugfuckers ]

I'm fairly certain that I broke my toe today. If not, then I just injured it to the point where it hurts constantly and I can't move it.

I did get myself some new books though, so it was a pretty good day. )

Anyway, I told the truth 4 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Gender differences. [18 Feb 2008|02:16pm]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Numb Companions; by Danielle Dax ]

Here's a question for all of you.

How big a role do you think a person's genetics plays in their behavior, and how big of a role do you think influences play?

Some fodder for thought. )

I'm interested to hear your thoughts, as it's a subject I've been reading up on and thinking over for quite a while.

Anyway, I told the truth 7 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

Saint Valentine's Day [15 Feb 2008|10:31am]
[ mood | sleepy ]
[ music | Skold covering Bela Lugosi's Dead in my dream last night... ]

What a crappy holiday. People are either totally distraught by the idea of being single on this day, or they are made to spend obscene amounts of money on petty things to show that they're in a healthy relationship. As though buying someone lots of disposable crap reflects how much you care for them, and one day throughout the year should be put aside for this very occasion so that you feel like shit if you don't do it.

Why is it that all the Christian martyr holidays are stolen from Pagan festivals, and require both spending obscene amounts of money and devoting things like being happy or cherishing loved ones to one particular day, as though we're miserable and inconsiderate on every other day of the year?

Don't get me wrong... The holiday can be nice, and provide good memories and a reason to put work aside and just take a day off to spend with the person you care about. I just don't think that people should be trapped in the mentality that they need a holiday to do this, like they're a helpless hamster stuck on a wheel, and have to keep watching the same bars go by over and over.

Yesterday, stores and expensive restaurants made a killing. Today, people are waking up from a gullibility-hangover, wondering “Why the hell did I spend that much money on a piece of jewelry? Was it really necessary to pay that much for one meal?” Is it really that personal of a holiday if it requires you to be a mass-consuming moron?
There's no reason why you should only have one day to tell someone how much you care about them and treat them overly special; it should be any day you feel like it, as often as you feel like it—and you don't need to buy useless crap in order to do so.


Guess what. I was alone on Valentine's Day yesterday, I didn't spend more than twelve dollars, I didn't get any disposable gifts from anyone, I didn't give any disposable gifts to anyone, and I had a good day. How was your Valentine's Day?


In other news, I just read this while researching for my Art History class...

1565 - In Italian music, castration emerges as a way of preserving high male singing voices. St. Paul's dictum prohibited women from singing on stage and in churches. The practice becomes commonplace by 1574.


Yikes... I never knew that first part.
Taken from here.
Anyway, I told the truth 4 life for a life lives for a life | Confess...

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