The time for come has change

Except I can't whistle... heh.

I really need to do something on this page; I'm still on the site a lot but I am just generally lazy and facebook and twitter have claimed my soul and can't find an occasion to post a journal really. Even though I've got shitloads of photos I want to upload but eh :/

I just dyed my hair again for tomorrow (and generally for shits and giggles) because I am going to a bizarre club party in London tomorrow evening. Although not so much bizarre as laughable. But eh, did I have any morals anyway?

It is the most outrageously scene gig since Millioncyde were allowed on the Warped Tour (yes, I am still an awful lurker... yes) but I want to laugh at their hair and make-up and clothes and children so badly. 

mmm... classy.

Although on the plus-side, they promise unicorn rides, girls with too many bows in their hair, goths protesting outside (...), babycakes girls not wearing any pants (i.e. my type of party) and of course random owls flying around.

I am part terrified and part excited, but more terrified than anything I guess. I'll be satisfied as long as there isn't a "powercut" and it turns into failnight all over again.