Stuck in the middle of nowhere with no internet or phone reception:

I am bored and frustrated, Sir!

I have resorted to writing about things for my much neglected blog, and composing lists of things I need to buy (without a single thought for my budget) just for something to do. I have read five books since I arrived four days ago in my dad’s house, and have lost all patience with even my beloved Terry Pratchett.

And I’m allergic to their cat. (I fucking LOVE cats, too. I have to physically stop myself from grabbing her andsnuggling myself to literal death, allergy medication or no)

I even miss tumblr. I only made one the day before I left my nana’s house and I was up until like four in the morning finding some beautiful people to follow. I miss the people who’s blogs I follow and my friends and my stupid fucking foster parents. Had to go visit your mum in Hungary didn’t you Aniko, with me on study leave as well.

Tangent: why’s it called study leave if you’ve finished all of your exams and aren’t coming back but everyone younger than you is still in school? Which reminds me, I need to finish applying for college.

Sigh, so I’ve got some posts written up. All 'bout steampunk and makeup and lolita and shit. They’ll pop up on your blogrolls about twice a week, as I’m sure you’re not used to seeing me there and I don’t wanna shock you. Some are a little rantish, some are celebrating my favourite things. Some may even have videos, if I can figure out how to do that.

Boredly yours,

Iona

\love/

Hello!

I have a new follower!!!

Wait, what?

This photo totally sums up my confusion. Seriously, who’d wanna follow the girl with two posts???

I really should post more often, shouldn’t I? It would mean spending less time otherwise fucking around on the internet, and it means that people have the chance to judge me and my writing, which terrifies me. I will never be an author or a serious contributor to the arts. Any arts. I’m just not a creative person. I like science and mathematics for a reason, y’know?

Here’s a pic of today’s makeup, my outfit’s so much more impressive, but I’m limited to my netbook’s webcam until I can mooch the good camera off my mam.

Anyhoo, I’m wearing light liquid foundation and powder. On my eyes is a sparkly grey shadow smuged all over my top and lower lids, with a darker black blended in under the crease. The liquid eyeliner has two flicks on the outside corner, and my mascara is running out...

This is how I usually wear my makeup on my toned down days and at school, I’ve only been to asda today. XD

I LOVE YOU, MY DEAR NEW READER!!!!

\LOVE/

Teh Interwebz

… I have a follower… when’d that happen, eh? I think I love you, anyway, my lone reader <3<3<3

Anyhew, it seems I haven’t posted anything since the creation of this thing in February. I should rectify this...

Soooooooo......

COMICS! Free ones!!! I have mad love for internet comics. Some of them are just damn hilarious. And they’re so deliciously nerdy - makes me writhe in the way that only a really great song used to be able to...

from xkcd

Aaah, xkcd. I don’t get half the jokes - but it doesn’t matter. I laugh at the advanced mathematics jokes and computer geek puns. Hat guy makes me wet...

My other favourites include Dr. McNinja:

from Dr. McNinja-

Dr McNinja fides a robot dracula through space from Dracula's secret moonbase.

“In a world where a doctor can also be a ninja, you can expect some things. Little boys with large moustaches, giant lumberjacks, raptor riding banditos, Dracula's moon base... If you like action mixed with comedy and doctors mixed with ninjas, Dr. McNinja is a comic you'll most likely enjoy”

This comic revolves around a doctor-cum-ninja (haha cum) who has a pet velociraptor, a gorilla for an assistant, a father with a strangely compelling mustache, and a 12 year old Mexican sidekick – who also has a seriously kick ass mustache.

I also seem to enjoy penny arcade; which I just read the entire archive of. In one day.

And that’s not even mentioning all the f*cked up Japanese manga that really gets my juices flowing.

So, yeah. A bit of a nerd focused post, but I can’t really think of anything else to put up here until I get a decent camera, my sh*tty webcam disgusts me more than a photoless blog ever could.

Watch my next entry be webcam pictures of me.

\Love/

-Listning to Dead Can Dance (to lull me to sleep, as it is 11:31 pm here in Blighty)

The Obligatory Introductory Post:

(Sure to be full of self important waffling and butchery of the English language)

So, this blog has been created to document my headfirst dive into the prettiest of subcultures… and also to inform the cool kids reading this of my Gothy discoveries. <3 You lovely real Goths can take this as a n00b’s first attempt at embracing your oh-so-spooky culture and laugh as much as you want, I’m sure I shall fail quite spectacularly. J

For the past year or so I’ve been calling myself a Goth without actually knowing what the hell I was talking about. A real babybat, I was; but please dear reader, note the past tense. I refuse to be a part of the watered down second generation anymore!

I have recently thrown out about three fourths of my wardrobe (the sh*tty 3/4ths), so I’m building up my new collection to be my own idea of perfection: full of gothic Lolita coordinates, stompy boots, and eclectic jewelry. I genuinely can’t wait to get buying! (If only I weren’t so darn poor)

I find that my music taste is ever evolving; last month I convinced myself that Genesis P. Orridge was the second coming of good ol’ JC, and last week I developed a girlcrush on Amanda F*cking Palmer <3<3<3<3. However, this isn’t at all helpful when it comes to choosing a subset of Gothyness in which to insinuate myself… and I don’t think I can pull of an industrial/Lolita mashup just yet, lol. So I am sure to have many a dilemma concerning fasion in the near future. Hopefully it'll entertain the more sadistic of you!

Anyhew… I’ll begin posting sometime Wednesday, probably just a picspam of my past self – in all my gemo glory.

\Love/