The "What Are You Doing This Moment" Thread

Dying my hair blue.
I made the mistake of cutting it way too short on september 7th, at approximately 1:27 pm. I had very long hair before this. I was depressed about my ex getting with a girl that was 8 years younger than him, pretty much a few days after we broke up. This seems silly now but at the time it made sense. It hurt that I never wanted to be just another girl, but after we break up...he just hops right on to the next thing in front of him.
So yeah, I bleached streaks in the front and for a while it was pink...but the pink was fading and it was pissing me off. So now it's transforming to blue. I hate it though, my hair looks so scene/emo and it definitely attracts the wrong type of guys...you know...not the kind that like metal.
 
Dying my hair blue.
I made the mistake of cutting it way too short on september 7th, at approximately 1:27 pm. I had very long hair before this. I was depressed about my ex getting with a girl that was 8 years younger than him, pretty much a few days after we broke up. This seems silly now but at the time it made sense. It hurt that I never wanted to be just another girl, but after we break up...he just hops right on to the next thing in front of him.
So yeah, I bleached streaks in the front and for a while it was pink...but the pink was fading and it was pissing me off. So now it's transforming to blue. I hate it though, my hair looks so scene/emo and it definitely attracts the wrong type of guys...you know...not the kind that like metal.
Ehh don't worry, most guys that like metal are boring as shit irl.

Especially the ones who only wear band shirts and have long ass hair.
 
Hahaha, faggy goth ex...

My ex was like, a SUPREME metalhead though, and while I love metal, I hate hate hate the metal scene and I got a bit annoyed at his constant "kvltness" and his ridiculous amount of band merch. Most of the metal bands he liked, I hated, as well. :lol: Dimmu Borgir... no thanks
 
only wear band shirts? *whew* your stereotypical statements almost made me fawn until I realized my attire is more varied. Thank you, great HERA! MAY THESE LIBATIONS I POUR ON THIS SACRED SOIL FIND FAVOR IN YOUR EYES!
 
Ah I hate dimmu too. I love calling bands like them "Hollywood black metal", because they just seem like an exaggerated form of the genre, what hollywood would depict as black metal if they were to make a movie on it.

Much better than skinny puppy and ohgr though. I cant fucking stand industrial. And stupid goth kids. idk why but people think I am. I try just wearing regular jeans these days, and whatever band shirt I feel like...and a sweatshirt...I feel like his goth stank stuck with me, and it wont rub off no matter how hard I try.
 
Yeah its very...John Cusack of me.
I'd hate to be with someone who wouldn't want to come to shows with me though, or would be really miserable going with me because they don't like the band. And it would prevent fighting in the car over what song to play. And it would be easy to get them presents because I could just buy cds, shirts and posters.
 
Yeah its very...John Cusack of me.
I'd hate to be with someone who wouldn't want to come to shows with me though, or would be really miserable going with me because they don't like the band. And it would prevent fighting in the car over what song to play. And it would be easy to get them presents because I could just buy cds, shirts and posters.

Chicks have it easy. I only have a few male friends who dabble in the more accessible kinds of metal, let alone girls. My last gf's idea of good music was Pink.
 
Chilling after a few days in complete hell...

Last wednesday I tried to kill myself with an overdose of depression/anxiety pills (two full jars of welbutrin and intuative washed down with southern comfort). Luckly some of my friends showed up and I told them to take me to the hospital once I started hallucinating. For 2 and a half days I had some of the wierdest fucking hallucinations (rotten shit coming out of walls, these weird ass looking spider things that were all over the damn place, some rotten ass cat thing that was screeching trying to come through the floor, random geometric figures floating around, my parents talking about raping me, etc). I then spent 4 days in a psych ward. It was weird being a "normal" person surrounded by people with real mental problems. Within the first two days there they had some code red thing go on (some black dude that had been admitted started freakin' out and they had to bring some cops in) "EITHER YOU TAKE THE SHOT NOW OR WE'RE GIVING YOU THE SHOT YOU DON'T COME BACK FROM!" The food sucked,beds smelled like shit, people were screaming all night, and the psychiatrist was this indian dick that was hard to understand. The doors were made so that they open both ways to keep people from barracading themselves inside thier rooms which sucked because that meant any random patient could just walk right into your room. Though the meds I abused were prescribed, all of this was enough to end my days of trying drugs. I've also dropped smoking, drinking, and burning myself.Seeing my family and friends so upset was horrible. My days of never stopping the madness are officially over.