sanity assassin

It's really not long now until I see Gary Numan. It's literally only next week! I'm so excited and anxious all at the same time. I still feel really unprepared but I'm not sure why. I've written down a bunch of stuff I want to get done by then. I still need to wait for my email from Townsend Records telling me when I need to be at the Wulfrun Hall, so I know when to book my train tickets. Hopefully it should be sometime this week or the next.

All customers will be contacted by email with details as soon as they are announced.

 I'm still really anxious though, thinking about it.

Crystal Castles last week... I just don't know how I feel. I got separated from some friends I met at the gig during Plague and spent the rest of it in the smoking area. I had the day off college the next day because I was so tired.
I haven't cut in like two weeks - maybe more, maybe less - which I suppose is good. I feel like I should be treating myself right now but I don't want to spend all my money in one go. I might go to an ATM later and take out some cash to pay for my nose piercing tomorrow. I really want to buy some new earrings. I lost one of my ear cuffs a couple of weeks ago and I need sterling silver studs to put in when I get home from college each day. My hair needs doing. I've let the shaved bits grow out too long, my roots need doing, my hair needs thinning out so it's easier to tease and I want to dye it purple. I have so much I need to do before next Thursday and not enough money.
I just stress out about everything all the time.

I still think meeting Steven Severin was one of my greatest achievments of the year.

This was on the 26th of February 2012. 9 months later I feel like I should have brought one of my Siouxsie and the Banshees records to get signed. This was also the height of my gothness.

Cultivating images and identities for myself over the past three or four years has been loads of fun. I'm really happy with who I am at the moment, if you leave out the autism and the depression and the general mental and psychological shittiness. Ever since I realised that I'm anything but female I've been a lot more comfortable expressing myself, and I hope that others can do the same regardless of gender identity. I've settled on a persona I'm finally comfortable with - I'm a fabulous gothy man! But honestly, next Thursday is all I'd rather talk about.

Next Thursday you're invited to watch Rising Tide's live coverage of a gala tribute in salute to Ronald Reagan. Host Haley Barbour joins special guest Lady Margaret Thatcher in celebrating the former President's 83rd birthday. Tickets are $1000 a plate, but you can see the event free on GOP TV!

How do I keep associating completely different things in my mind? I don't know. I just want to be all sorted for the 6th of December!!!!!