Thursday 25 Dec 2008, 01:38 PM
Yes, yes! Cherry Mistmas! Or as they say in Russian (I think, or summat), S Rozhdestvom Khristovim. . . ! . . ? Hmm. I'll have to ponder that one some more.From your favourite QueenZone blogger who doesn't really blog any longer,
-Valentin
Wednesday 24 Sep 2008, 01:59 PM
IS CLOOOOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE MOTHAFUCKAPssht. XDD
With great loads of shit,
-VALENTINO
Thursday 21 Aug 2008, 11:16 AM
... And behind every woman is her husband fucking her up the ass! AHAHAH![/Awful joke]
I'm just kidding. Bad kidding. I just posted it because all the talk of sexism and misogyny that's going round on the boards this week. *Shrugs* Anywho... (Prepare for long entry--Cut me slack, I hasn't written in almost a month. xD.)
I'M FREE!
It's sort of an ironic thing to say when I'm supposed to be going back to school this come Monday, but it's true, folks. I had an EPIPHANY like. *Taps noggin* As you know (Or maybe you don't), I'm transforming. Slowly but surely. So slowly you couldn't tell I was transforming if I went up to you and slapped you in the face and screamed "I'M TRANSFORMING". Well, perhaps not that slow. But yes.
I got my hair cut yesterday. PHASE ONE. Not as short as I want it to be, yet, but it's getting there. It's perhaps an inch or so below my jaw-line. I asked for bangs, and brought in two photos: One was just a sample shot from those salon magazines and the other was this:
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Yes, JUST like that. And she didn't laugh or anything. XD. I only did it though, because at the haircut place I go to they pin your example photograph (If you've got one) to the mirror while they cut your hair, for reference I suppose, and I didn't want him smiling at me the entire time. It would have been intimidating; He would perhaps have let on that I was stealing his bangs, and he'd have thought they looked like shit. (Because I look like shit.) We would have had a stare-off. And he would've won, cause he's a picture.
Now for the epiphany!... I have this sick, twisted vision of how I want to be, you see. In the past few weeks/months I've gone from thin to thinner, my goal being "thinnest". (Think David Bowie in the Ziggy Stardust promotional CD pamphlet photographs.) Okay, not that bad. But still. Pretty thin. I've always liked this certain style but could never put my finger on exactly what that style was. It was glam-rock like, sort of theatrical and a bit gothic, involving lots of collars and scarves and rufflies and silk embroidered jackets, and black slacks and black overcoats. ¬.¬ And then I recalled Clockwork Orange, and I loved the way he dressed in that.! (When he wasn't wearing a derby hat and a jock-strap; I'm mainly referring to one or two scenes) I went on to learn this style is known as "Gothic/Neo-Victorian" and it's beast, and your mother wouldn't be an advocate of it. (I dunno why I said that, but it's true, cause my mother certainly isn't an advocate of it but I don't really care.)
But there was only one thing I was always afraid of---Dun dun dun---ACCEPTANCE. Like, the hair, well, it's getting slowly shorter because I want to see how it will look in its ultimate shortness as my face thins out more and more. I have an unfortunate Jew face, with a big flat forehead (Thanks to great-grandfather Fritz The Nazi and his stinky medley of German and Dutch and Polish genes) and a squared jawline with a nearly non-existent chin. It's not a round face, not really, it looks like... A rhombus. Har har. I dunno.
But the way I want to dress... That's a different story, I guess; Lots of people have short haircuts, but you don't see people everyday dressed in "Neo-Victorian" style. My parents advise against it ("YOU WILL BE EX-COMMUNICATED", "YOU'LL BE TORTURED") and my brothers are afraid it'll cramp their style (Fuck them.) and I too was worried for a while, but then I realised, HUZZAH! *Points* FUCK YOU! I shall dress how I damn please.! And those who will support me, and don't mind it, I love ye. And those who don't like it, can stick their peahead up their ass and lick their rectum clean.
And off I go now, trans-man extraordinaire! To high school, pssht. It'll probably be forever before I do another entry (Or at least another EPIC ENTRY.)
So there I go. See? I'm gone.
-Vishnu.
Thursday 31 Jul 2008, 10:25 PM
I'M DYING!No, I'm not dying. Wouldn't it be nice, though?
I've been practising the piano until my fingers feel like they could crumble, as though they were very long cookie sticks made out of shortbread. ¬.¬ About four or five hours a day, depending. *Shrugs* I've nothing fucking better to. Well, maybe I do but I choose not to do it.
I.e. "Want to go to see 'Hancock' tomorrow?" "Uh, no... I've got stuff to do". I've had to do that quite a lot, even though I obviously don't have stuff to do and would just rather sit on my ass and play the piano. WHY, WHY? Besides, why would anyone want to see that movie? It looks bleeding awful.! If you ask me my friends have too much money and are just looking for reasons to spend it! Hold on to it, dummies, and don't spend it on shitty movies that get bad reviews! They were *THIS* *Holds up crumbling fingers to emphasize* close to seeing "Space Chimps" because people were damn BORED.
Give me a break. I always suggest things that are inexpensive, like the park, because I'm *cough*fuckingcheap*cough*. (*Points* AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO. LOOK AT GAS PRICES, DAMMIT, AND MILK PRICES, MYBOG---Even though I don't need gas and never drink milk, but STILL. ) And people laugh at it like I'm fucking Richard Pryor. HAR HAR, THE PARK, LOLPHUNNY, says they as they head to the theatre to see another film that is absolutely ASS.
More bits of irrelivant, unimportant information:
-I'm getting a haircut, CLOCKWORK ORANGE style.
-I'm getting a sex change, sometime. Until then I'll be a transvestite, and YOU CAN'T STOP ME.
-I'm taking up balyet. YES BALYET, and I'm going to be a Vaslav fabulous phenom. [/Delusions]
-I'm learning Russian and going to try and work on my German, cause there's always room for IMPROVEMENT like. And I'm going to meet my cousins in Germany next summer. And to Russia I'll be going, that the summer after next summer, and forever after I graduate.
-I'm starting high school, which I don't really give a shit about. I mean, there's absolutely nothing to be excited over. Most kids are like "OMGZ HOTT GIRLZ AND BOYZ AND PARTIEXZ EVERYNITE" but I'll likely be a social outcast, despite the fact that I do have friends, and I'll also likely be the shame of my two older brothers who are quoteNORMALunquote.
-I have to read "Raisin in the Sun" by the beginning of school, and I haven't started it yet.
-My dad took me to see "Mamma Mia", and HOO CHILD I loved it. xD I'm a shame, yais. And I'm listening to the soundtrack and a bunch of ABBA hits now.
And lots of other shizz, but I don't even think it matters. Does anyone even read this thing anymore? Anyone at all?
FUCK, TALKING TO DØD KALM AM I
(I stole that from an X-Files episode)
OUT, I AM OUT, OUT I GO
-Maksim, no longer Vishnu. Unless you want me to be. I don't really care no more. Yes, no more.
Thursday 19 Jun 2008, 01:47 PM
Yes.Now I'm preoccupied with completing my collection of "I am Loved" buttons from the Helzberg Diamonds at my local shopping mall. They have this huge glass bowl full of them, and they're free. Which is absolutely fabulous. My friends and I discovered them yesterday, and went digging through the bowl to find as many as possible. I've got English, Spanish, Italian, Portugese, Chinese, Japanese, Hindi and Polish. :B I want to beat the hell out of whoever took the last German one. Or Russian, or French. I also need Hebrew still, and maybe a few others. I don't know.
I don't even know why I want them so very badly. "I am Loved" is such a cheesy thing to say on a button. I'm not even loved. I'm quite positive it's so.
I also got a haircut. And I look like Peter Pan.
I'm also going to go to the chiropractor. And a shrink. And Germany. And maybe South Korea.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
-Vishnu.
Thursday 12 Jun 2008, 07:17 PM
I'm writing this for lack of anything better to do, or blog about anyway. Alright, so it's sort of my fault any way. Forgive me if my typing is bad, I have three Band-Aids on my index, middle and ring fingers of me right hand. (Yes, I did just have to do the little "L" thing with my fingers to make sure I was correct in saying it was my right hand.) -.-
Well, this DUMBASS 12-year-old girl posts a question on Yahoo Answers saying that she has these tiny red blood spots on her underwear and where are they coming from? Will she be starting her period soon?
Blood spots? What the fuck? Come on! Do you NEED to post that shit on Yahoo Answers? Have you not a mother or father with whom you can consult about this matter? Must you ask strangers? Are you that much of an attention seeker? Good Jesus.
So of course I, being angry at this girl even though I don't even know her, posted "You're going to explode. Run for your life." And that was only about ten minutes ago, and already my response has gotten me two thumbs-down and one thumbs-up (Which, I do swear to you, I did not give myself! xD). But perhaps that signifies that there is one other person out there who doesn't wish to read about twelve year old girls and stuff coming out of their vaginas! XD
(Alright, I admit that I did type "Periods" into the question-search bar, so perhaps I was in for it. But what have I to worry about? Haven't gotten it yet, and perhaps puberty will hold off right until I get a sex change so I never have to experience it.)
-Vishnu.
Sunday 08 Jun 2008, 10:10 AM
Hmm. Eighth grade promotions are tomorrow morning. So then and there afterwards, I can kiss middle school's ass goodbye! Whoooo, child! School itself doesn't let out until Tuesday, but any eighth graders who return that day get suspended. Pssht. ¬.¬I watched "Queen Rock Montreal" on PBS last night. It was the type of thing in which they stop it every twenty minutes and beg the viewers for money, at which point most people just change the channel until the programme comes back on. It was obnoxious. The begging, I mean, of course. This seventy year old man talking about the legacy of Queen and their rock anthems and how much he enjoyed listening to them in the '70s and '80s. Bullshit. I bet he listened to Donny Osmond.
And then there was the "If you give eighty dollars, you get the one-disc edition of 'Queen Rock Montreal'! If you give one hundred and twenty dollars, you get the TWO disc edition of 'Queen Rock Montreal'! And if you give THREE hundred dollars, you get the two disc edition of 'Queen Rock Montreal' PLUS the CD!"....
OR YOU COULD BRRRRR JUST GO TO FUCKING BARNES AND NOBLE AND GET THE WHOLE FUCKING PACKAGE FOR THIRTY DOLLARS
Clever bargaining, PBS! Clever bargaining!
-Vishnu.
Monday 02 Jun 2008, 04:1 PM
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o no i got soups in me laundry bag. D:
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-Vishnu.
