Lana Mieux

And so, winter has rolled around and once again self-appointed "fashionistas" have dictated that goth is in.

Though I would love to see the kind of goths these people hang out with.



Yes, they are predominantly black and yes, there is some semblance of a spiderweb print in there (somewhere) but neither of these things a gothy ensemble make.

The real humour in these "articles", which usually contain lines such as "And you thought goth was just an eighties fad!" or "This guide will tell you how to look less Marilyn Manson-grotesque and more vampy diva!" (I have no idea what a "vampy diva" is but it sounds utterly ridiculous), is to be found in the comments which vary from the usual "EEEEEEEEWWW goth are soooooooooooooooooooooo CREEPY! XP" to "How can I wear black lipstick/nail varnish and not look goth?"

Some of you may be wondering, "Is other peoples idiocy/ignorance really that funny?".

Yes.

Yes it is. : D

Though, there is some benefits to the popularity of "Soft-Goth".



Yes! MAC's Style Black Collection! (I myself own their Glimmerglass from this collection in Blackfire)
My favourite makeup brand came out with a very impressive, primarily black collection. Where it not for mainstream's obsession with vaguely-gothy winter wear I would not have the glimmerglass that I love so dearly.





Look at that beautiful motherfucker!

Being unemployed sucks.

It's getting to the stage where I notice when they repeat old episodes of Jeremy Kyle.
Guess what I did today? I bought some lipliner.

WOO! WE'RE PARTYING NOW!

So, yesterday I went back home to pack the rest of my stuff, with mother trying to make everything as chilly and awkward as possible despite the fact she was the one who strong armed me into coming at all.
We then had a four hour drive to Dublin during the rush hour to go see Muse in the o2 arena, we got there late enough to have missed the support act (who probably, despite their "promise", failed to out-Muse Muse) but early enough to buy an extortionately priced bottle of Carlsberg.

Highlights of the concert include:

Someone throwing an irish flag onstage, Dom draping it over the drumkit and Matt saying "Thanks for that." I must say I did think there was going to be a riot, until I remembered that it was Dublin.

Matt playing the entire starting guitar bit of "Newborn" on his back with his tiny little legs dangling over the side of the stage, his feet JUST missing the security guy below.

Some guys in the audience who came dressed in full body lycra suits in various colours. And watching them trying to eat popcorn through the face masks.

Near the end, Matt draped the Irish flag from earlier around his shoulders and started his customary guitar spazzing.

When Dom was walking off stage, someone threw a demo tape at him. He just picked it up and walked on.

I also bought a rather fabulous tshirt which I will post a picture of eventualy. (My phone would have been no use in Dublin as everything was very dark.)

Sooo, my mum kicked me out yesterday and i'm currently staying with der aussie, i'm going to give it the weekend and if there's no possible chance of reconcilation it's to the Housing Executive I go!

Other than that and the prospect that I amy be jobless too, i'm trying to stay positive, I mean, it's not like i'm on the streets or have zero options and i'm confident that everything will work ut for the best.

Though it'll prolly mean that I won't be out on the town with you guys for awhile which is a shame as I was rather looking forward to premiering my rather charming Halloween costume.

Oh well.

If anyone needs to contact me I suggest phone/text would be best as my internet usage shall be greatly reduced.

Tiddly-bye!

I've only gone and got the fucking job.

It's a 10 hour contract instead of a 12 hour one but I am being put in the Lingerie department. And if it's one thing I can do, it's witter on about Wonderbras.
My induction's at the start of the week (they have to phone around everyone else they've hired so they can arrange the right date).

Although, I do get a 20% discount in all their stores. Which will prolly be quite fabulous for when i have to fufill my addiction to lingerie and high-end beauty products.

I think i'm going to like it there. : )

I'm off to the interview for the shitty job I only applied for so the dole office didn't accuse me of not trying.

Here's hoping they're predjudiced.

Have received reply from the guy saying he didn't see the postage receipt pictures because photobucket took them down and would be happy to give me a few more days as I seem like a "friendly seller with good communication".

Now I feel like abit of a bitch.

So, an update of the past month or so:

I finally signed on and have spent most of my time job hunting to no real avail (though i do have an interview tomorrow),

I went to Oktoberfest in Belfast for Steven's birthday. It was good and pictures are on my bebo if you're desperate to see them,

I've also had an internet tough guy all up in my grill because his eBay items went missing. Now, I admit a teensy bit of the blame for sending it out around strike time but I think most of the blame really should lie with Royal Mail for being douchebags (not the workers but the company itself. If they treated their goddamn workers right in the first place I wouldn't be in this mess!).
Anyhoo, a couple of weeks go by after I sent it out and this guy emails me, saying it hasn't arrived and that he'll demand a refund if he doesn't either get his parcel soon or see some proof of postage.
So I sent him pictures of the postage receipt and inform him that i'll send out a tracking form the same day, which I do.
Flash forward to today where I get a pissy email via PayPal where he's opened up a "Paypal dispute"  and bitches about how he still hasn't got the parcel (and how everything else he's ordered in the past month has came in 1-2 days "even stuff from china!". WELL WHOOPDI-FUCKING-DOO FOR GODDAMN CHINA! THEIR POSTAL SYSTEM WORKS, HOW FUCKING FABULOUS FOR THEM!), me not sending him any proof of postage (which I fucking did!) and not giving him any information about where the parcel is (because the fucking Royal Mail have not told me squat!).
I send off a polite reply stating, yes I did send you proof of postage and i'd be very happy to refund you but i'd appreciate it if you could at least wait a little while longer until I actually hear back from Royal Mail.

He has yet to reply but i'm just so mad I had to vent.

I hate when something like this happens because most of the time the person on the other end acts like i'm personally responsible for something going wrong. Not to mention jeapordising my good standing on eBay/PayPal/whatever so that if they decide to take an almightly bitchfit I could stand to lose the use of those services.

GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! HULK-LANA SMASH! HULK-LANA KILL!

So, I started looking at random beauty blogs/vlogs today (thank you boredom) and realised that they are all pretty much the same.

American girl aged 17-35, long dark brown hair, tanned, "ethnic", obsessed with MAC yet buys the most boring colours, has a preppy-whine to their voice that makes you want to punch kittens and their all their "how to's" involve neutral eyes and lipgloss.

Every.

Single.

ONE.

Like in this one blog I was reading, this girl was talking about her signature look (surprise, surprise! Neutral eyes and lipgloss!) and then asked her subscribers what their signature look was, only to receive 50 comments all saying "neutral eyes and lipgloss".

Which I *totally* didn't see coming!

Also,  the dishing out of £12 for a beige MAC eyeshadow has to be one of the most pointless things i've ever heard of. If I was going to spend that much on an eyeshaow, i'd make sure it was the brightest, sparkliest, hardest-to-find motherfuker on the planet.
I mean, I do have a beige eyeshadow but it cost £1 and was found in a bargin bin at Boots (I needed it for tech).

Some of these blogs have the weirdest diet advice as well. Such as "if i'm craving some cake, i'll talk myself out of it by saying 'well, if I still want it tomorrow, then i'll get some'. And the next day, if I still want it, i'll buy one from Safeways, cut out a slice, cut it into fourths and have one of those fourths. Then save the rest for later in the week!"

What the fuck?!

That would not happen with me. If I wanted cake, i'd buy a cake.
And i'd fucking eat it too!

Though one positive thing has come out of this idiocy. I've now come up with some ideas for my own tutorials, none of which involve "neutral eyes".
Fuck no, the first makeup tutorial I do is going to be inspired by Mistress Persephone!

Love you all (except not really)!

Have spent most of the day wrapping eBay items and now I think if I ever look at bubblewrap again I may go into a fit of rage.

And my room smells like burnt cellotape.

Weekend was good, der Kiwi got some new fans (of the pilled-up fifty-year-old kind) and I once again veered into super-lightweight territory. avalon_edgehead  reckons it's down to my rapid weightloss as of late.

Oh well, pros and cons I guess. Though i'm sure i'm going to get plenty of "don't complain, you lucky cunt!" comments.

Anyhoo, I was fully intending to sneak out of the house and finally sign on today, however, my Paypal transfer is being a slow wanker-bag so I cannot afford so much as a bus ticket at the moment. Cue me panicking because I have a fuckload of parcels to post!
Why can't the Royal Mail websites/leaflet prices corrolate with the Post Offices actual prices. It eats into my already miniscule profits, godammit!

In other news, I scored some babysitting for Saturday night and have recently become addicted to True Blood.
Which surprised me because usually vampire films/shows in which the vampires engage in sexual intercourse turn out to be super-lame, in my honest opinion. But True Blood is actually very good. Fuck, even Evan Rachel Wood was good in it and I can't stand her normaly.
Also I was a little miffed to find out that the very last episode hasn't aired yet. When watching drama series, I prefer to watch all the episodes at a time, or at leat in big chunks. My memory is so poor that if I have to wait a week between episodes, I usually forget things, or that it's on (especially as I rarely watch TV when at home due to my aversion to leaving the sanity of my room).

Also, I was bored enough to watch the One Show today and was pleasantly surprised to see the first topic of the show being about the politicly correct version of "Spotted Dick" (now called "Spotted Richard" in overly-polite circles). After the initial babbling about how ridiculous it is that you can't call anyone "Dick" anymore, mostly from that toffee-coloured-cretin Christine Bleakley (i'm sorry, I just can't have any respect for someone who thinks Lisburn is a great place to live), it resulted in a rather amusing plead for the audiences text messages from Adrian Chiles:
"Are you a dick? If so, contact us and stand up for your right's to be dicks! Tell us why you don't have to be ashamed to be a dick!"

A link, for those with a high tolerance for bullshit: http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b00mlw0b/The_One_Show_09_09_2009

Toodle pip!

My mother has once again blocked my bid for JSA, saying I need to apply for a GCSE/A Level course instead. How fucking pointless would that be?
Her reasoning was that since i'm not doing that makeup coure this year that I should do one of the above pointless courses instead. Surely it would make more sense for me to get a job and save up for my course for next year (which is what I was planning to do) than to waste time on a course I don't even want to do.

I'm been seriously considering moving out this year, i've even been looking at property rental places and I think i'm finally ready to get the fuck out of Portrush.

I need a job, yesterday!

A sudden wave of mysterious sleepi/wooziness has overcome me, so I shall leave such tasks as eBay and hair dyeing until after my little visit to the JSA.

Time to forage for food before collapsing in a heap on my Hello Kitty adorned bed set.

Night night, my darlings.

PS: eBay so  far: http://shop.ebay.co.uk/lana_s_oddities/m.html?_nkw=&_armrs=1&_from=&_ipg=25

On Thursday I headed up to Belfast to meet The Boyshape and avalon_edgehead to go to Belfast Met's Information & Advice Day where I discovered that my course has been booked up since Febuary.

Boo!
Boo, I say!
However while talking to the nice lady at the stand she informed me that if I applied in October that I would have a much better chance of getting on the course next year. YAY!

We then proceeded to hang out and then gained an addition to our number, whose life I enriched by introducing her to the Holy Grail for the japanese-lady-boy-loving-obsessives.

Though I fear that because of it, I may never get my DVD back! ^0^

Spent all of Friday being lazy and then headed over to Corni on Saturday.
This month was not all that great for me as I decided to go with a blinding headache that decided to turn me into a human fountain after starting my second drink.

I fear I may have entered into super-lightweight territory!
After that I decided to forgo Monsier  damien_mocata  's Giant Birthday Blowout and headed to  avalon_edgehead  's for pizza and teleshopping.

Because i'm hardcore-cool like that.

I spent most of Sunday being a Madame Moody-Pants due to forgetting my phone at  avalon_edgehead  's resulting in him having to wait at Great Victoria for an hour today so he could give it back to me. But, HEY! I got my missing limb back! : D

Returned home today to an empty fridge, a never-empty bathroom and more accusations of being a useless layabout.

It's good to be home!

My new tasks for tonight and tomorrow shall be thus:

Tonight:
1. Play internet catch-up
2. Put up as many eBay items as possible before midnight
3. Promote the fuck out of said eBay items as much as possible
4. Anything not on eBay shall be put on LJ for direct sales
5. Tidy away anything that needs to be tidied away
6. Take down washing/empty bin
7. Dye hair

Tomorrow:
1. Finally go to JSA
2. Job search like a maux faux
3. Any clothes in my fabric pile are finally going to be drafted into projects (no exceptions!)

Ta ta, my darlings!

PS: The reason this is all not behind a cutis because whenever I attempt to do so it fucks up the page. Hurray for LJ!

Well, as some of you who follow my twitter will already know, the whole family togetherness thing didn't pan out so well, so instead I put up some eBay items and promptly whored them out to every place I could think of!

http://shop.ebay.co.uk/merchant/lana_s_oddities_W0QQ_nkwZQQ_armrsZ1QQ_fromZQQ_ipgZ25

Hurray!

It's Mother's birthday so there is family togetherness to be had.

And i'm not THAT big of a bitch.

So, due to my Mother's protestations I have not signed on like I said I would but am instead going to try and get a job on my own while selling my old shit for a little longer.
I'll have some new sales posts up by the end of the day.

Right, i'm warning you all now, the next bit is going to sound rather whiny so i'd avoid it if I were you. . .

( Did someone order a pity-party for one? )

In any case, time to pull myself out of this self imposed rut and get on with things.

Cheery bye!

This is no time for wallowing and the shuffle on WMP has decided to play only depressing songs, so i've turned to some old japanese favourites.

Gah! It appears that my pledge to blog on a more regular basis has, well, you can see for yourselves how that's gone.

Anyhoo, i'm afraid to say that i'm going to have to put my webshop plans on hold for a few months as there are some other projects/issues I need to put in order first.

I will still be selling more of my old stuff (mostly clothes) and will probably still start doing makeup/hair/beauty tutorials on youtube, once I get any of my cameras to work competently.

Also, as i've had zero luck finding a local tech course/job I seem to have no choice but to start signing on tomorrow. And believe me, I am NOT looking forward to it so let's hope it isn't for long.

And so, to cheer things up, here's some cute animal picspam:

( YAY! )

Makeup
My first love bbz!

Cornucopia
One of the few clubs I actually like

Alcohol
Of the red wine and Vodka kind

Visual Kei
Ahh, memories of teenage douche-bagginess

Australia
Where the best men and wine come from

Walking on eggshells sure is tiring.

But what could be better motivation for escape?

(though listening to NIN probably won't help my mood)