Kari Rose: "That girl with the blog"

I hate bus journeys with a passion! Not only was I slightly hungover earlier today, I had to wait 2 hours for my bus to take me back to Fife then after 2 hours of being on the bus I had to change for another bus which took a further 45 minutes. It’s fair to say I’m no longer hungover but it was a horrible journey.

I had to laugh because as I waited at the Ferrytoll Park and Ride, my best friend Sarah was on the Edinburgh bus going in the opposite direction so I was able to see her as the bus briefly pulled into the station. We just waved to each other like a bunch of idiots and texted each other going ‘lolol’. Good times.

So my night out in Edinburgh with Caley was fun although our plans had to change. I arrived in the Ferry late afternoon and after catching up on the latest gossip and seeing Caley’s newborn baby sister, we began to get ready for a night uptown. Our original plan was to go to Hive because it was a Rocky Horror/Cabaret themed night and with £1 drinks, we couldn’t refuse. I changed into my leather ‘fetish’ corset, black shorts, fishnet tights, knee high pvc fetish boots and wore my pink wig and mini tophat accessorised with my Tarina Tarantino necklace. Although Caley started off by wearing a corset, she changed into jeans and a crop top due to the sheer fact it was more comfortable.

We were joined by Caley’s friend Nick who I had met at previous visits and we quickly guzzled into a 70cl of vodka and lemonade. Heading for the bus just before 10pm, it didn’t take long until we were glittering under the capital’s city lights. Unfortunatly Caley had lost her passport at a party the night previous and as it was her only form of ‘official’ photo idenification we were a bit weary about getting into the club. She had her old passport which was outdated and had been snipped at the corners but it was still obvious the photo was her. She also brought along her birth certificate and bank cards to prove her age. Acceptable, yea?

We arrived at Hive and immediatly Caley was knocked back by the bouncer at the door denying her entry into the club for not having a valid ID. My ID was accepted which I couldn’t really understand because I was wearing a short pink wig and looked nothing like my photo! We dondered down the road towards Opium, another bar/club and the bouncers on the door accepted her ID without an issue. We explained the situation to the nice bouncer on the door as Caley and Nick had a cigarette and he agreed that it was stupid that she would be denied entry. We weren’t going to let it get us down, we were out to have a fun night and that we did. I just felt a bit ‘over-dressed’ for a Tuesday night.

A street promoter managed to persuade us to go to Sin, a club which was located right next door to Opium. Free entry and £2 drinks, we’re easily pleased. It wasn’t long until the three of us were up on the dancefloor, bustin’ a move through the fog and neon lights. I think the large consumption of vodka previously was beneficial as it meant we didn’t have to order as many drinks but it’s fair to say we were pretty drunk.

While Caley and Nick went outside to smoke (again!), I was left to occupy the table and our belongings. I got chatting to a guy who sat almost next to me who said I looked amazing as he looked quite obviously at my cleavage. I believe those types of men are called perverts but he was being civil so I couldn’t be mean. He explained he was out because it was his friends stag night, pointing me to his friend who sat next to him, a chinese man in his late 20′s/early 30′s who looked like he didn’t want to be out clubbing. He offered to buy me a drink to which I declined (I keep telling you I’m a clever, street wise kitty) and drifted off to the bar. I moved over to the chinese guy, congratulating him and told him to try and enjoy his night out. He said that I would be loved by all the guys in the clubs back in China and I’m sure he said I looked like a hentai character. Well that’s a compliment, I guess.

Typically Lady Gaga (or The Gaga if your my Dad) played and everyone was up on their feet, ourselves included. To be honest I only recall Lady Gaga playing and no, it’s not because I was ‘really’ drunk. Another rememberable part of the evening was this guy who was sitting by himself in the corner. I went over and sat on his knee (as you do) and he explained that he had just turned 18, his friends has brought up out but he wasn’t feeling good. I gave him a hug and told him to cheer up but suddenly I felt something proding and poking into me. Yep, he had a boner. I wasn’t amused and just walked away.

We had to quickly leave the club because Nick’s dad was picking us up at 2am and time had just flown by. His dad has an awesome australian accent so I was in the backseat with a big cheesy grin while Caley was whytaeing into a plastic bag to which she threw out the window into the street. It was literally a sick bag ;3

After getting dropped off back in the Ferry, Caley and I just had to walk down the hill to her house. We both had the hiccups and because we were drunk, it just caused us to laugh even more. We must of looked like right retards! Finally we got into bed (yes, we sleep together, it’s pretty amazing) and I heard Caley retching. “Caley, you being sick again?” was quickly followed up with a “Yeah, a little bit!”

As per usual, a good night! I love my visits in the city, it sure beats the bitchiness of Anstruther.

Yes, an unproductive blog entry because I’m in the city at the moment. It’ll be better tomorrow.

Limits. We all have them. How far can you be pushed before you say “I cannot take anymore”? How badly can your mind be corruped? What is branded as ‘abuse?’

Life is my only limit. I’m losing control.

A drunken sleep is never a proper sleep and I woke up earlier than normal dripping in sweat. It’s my own fault for not drinking enough water or eating enough food.

So I was originally meant to be doing something important at 5pm but being too hungover, I decided not to bother. Instead I’ve been lazing out with my family, trying to rest my feet up for an all-day shift at work tomorrow. I managed to upload the photos from the Festival onto my Flickr account and I’ve been doing a bit of lurking into some of the bands.

My main interest was MetalTech of whom I briefly mentioned in the previous blog entry. Although I can’t find much of their material on the internet, I managed to find a video at a different gig uploaded 8 months ago to them performing Burn Your Fucking Planet. It’s not the best sound quality in the world but it’s alright.

I also got to meet the band briefly yesterday as they came into the audience after their set, without the makeup and masks of course. I was able to recognise the vocalist by his short spiked orange hair so I went over and said hello and that I loved their music. They said that they saw me in the audience, recognisable by my trademark cat ears of course and appreaciated me taking photos and videos of their performance. Hopefully over the next few days people will upload their personal footage of the Wickerman Festival onto Youtube.

Yesterday we attended the Wickerman Festival at East Kirkcarswell Farm near Kirkcudbright, a journey that took us 3 hours and 15 minutes. Leaving the house just after 9am, we arrived at the venue shortly after midday, myself kitted out with ripped leggings, a studded skull tshirt, my fetish boots and cat ears. What can I say? Fashion comes first!

Mum and I had both put bags of wine in the bottom of our own bags in attempt to sneak them into the venue. We had previously thought of crazy ideas, such as wearing a massive bra and putting a bag in each cup but we decided just to try the old fashion method. As we approached the entrance gate, we noticed the security guards were doing bag searches on everybody upon entry and at this point I was beginning to panic because I had 3 litres of wine stuffed at the bottom of my Neko Kitty bag. Although I opened my bag slightly while queueing, I was able to sneak past the woman who was searching someone elses bag, the same as my Mum so we both made it into the venue with all our drink while everyone else at the gate got theirs removed.

The early morning munchies had set in so we wandered over to the food wagons to investigate. My Dad and brother went to find a burger van while Mum and I attempted to find something healthier. Being defeated I opted for the cheapest option, a tray of chips costing £2.50! The boys came back to explain that 2 burgers and 2 portions of chips just cost them £15, what a rip off!

We took a donder around the stalls just left of the main stage but we quickly realized how repetitive each stall was. It was like they were all selling the exact same merchandise, almost every stall selling ridicliously tacky socks, legwarmers, hats, wigs and masks for crazy prices. Although there was a few Hell Bunny dresses that I simply loved, I couldn’t afford it with my budget and I wasn’t keen for carrying a dress around for the entire day.

After investigating we headed over to the Scooter Tent, a massive circus sized tent located next to this ball bungee ride costing £15 per person. My parents offered to pay it if Josh and I got on it as they thought it would of made good video material but after discovering the price, we decided against it. Mum and I realized we needed a cup to pour our drink in so we had to go down to a stall to convert our money into tokens which would be used at the bar. 2 tokens was equal to one drink but those 2 tokens cost £4 each making it, like everything else, an utter rip off.

Heading into the beer tent, we ordered a vodka and lemonade (for myself) and a red wine for Mum. I was quite horrified to learn that they used the cheapest of the cheap lemonade and granted I just paid £4 for it, I was expecting it to be a bit higher quality. Nonetheless, I got my drink which was drunk within seconds and I treasured the paper cup which was intended to last the entire day.

Taking refuge at the side of the tent, Mum and I discretely opened our bags to decant the wine into our cups. Turns out I’m not discrete about anything and just whipped out the huge silver bag onto my knees and started pouring regardless of everyone looking at me. We just sat on the grass for a bit while Mum smoked a cigarette and every so often a group of guys would wander over in our direction to ‘pet’ me, calling me a ‘pretty kitty’ or just comment politely on my outfit. It’s good that my fashion was appreaciated for once because back in Fife I’m constantly getting harassed for it.

After topping up our cups with wine again we headed into the tent to support a band called The Famous Class. I’ve never heard of them before, in fact, I hadn’t heard of any of the bands playing at The Wickerman besides The Saw Doctors so everything was new to me. I grabbed my camera and went up to the barrier to try and get a few shots and some videos, looking like an obsessed fangirl. Being fairly early in the afternoon the audience was stiff, nobody dancing, moving or interacting; just standing there with blank expressions on their faces. It’s times like that where I feel kinda bad for the band because it must be awkward playing to a crowd who have little interest.

The next band that followed was called MetalTech and I may of orgasamed when they came on stage. I have a massive fetish for masks, genuinely obsessed with the concept so when I saw that the band had two members that wore masks and the lead vocalist who had a painted face along with a bondage top, I fell in love. I was only able to get a few photos because I was too busy enjoying myself in the audience but if you view my Flickr account via the sidebar, you’ll be able to see the photos that I captured.

After a few more drinks, we saw The Amphetameanies who also performed in the Scooter Tent, a Scottish ska band who had every one on their feet dancing. It was ultimate feel good music and everyone just loved them, ourselves included. I only managed to get one photo as I wasn’t close enough to the stage to get any closeups but I managed to get a few videos which I may upload at a later date.

As the set ended we got ushered out of the tent into the pouring rain to where Mum declared she needed to use the toilet facilities. Unfortunatly the toilets were situated at the other side of the venue and I wasn’t keen for walking so I took refuge in a tented area next to a food wagon while she went off. I got chatting to a group of girls who, like me, where trying to get out of the rain. I managed to get a few more drinks down my throat and eventually my Mum found me as we just sat and chilled until the rain subsided.

Sons and Daughters were due to be playing on the main stage, followed by The Saw Doctors so after walking in the opposite direction to find a stall to buy camera batteries, we walked down to the mainstage where I quickly popped into the beer tent to get Mum another cup of wine. Although the queues were pretty long, the bartender insisted I came to the front claiming that ‘cats don’t queue’. Oh the joys of being a cat girl.

By this point I was really needing the toilet but after inspecting them a few hours previous, I really wasn’t keen. Mum went through the crowd to the toilet area while I remained stubborn and waited with Dad and Josh until I couldn’t even take a sip of wine without dancing about on the spot (needing a pee, not proper dancing). To the left of us was a urinal area for the guys, a long tray for the boys to piss in basically. I noticed the corner was blackend out so I took me chances and walked into the urinals, all the guys glaring at me as I walked past them all peeing. I crouched in the corner to do what I had to do and told them not to look. After explaining to them that the portaloos where literally overflowing with shit, piss and vomit they understood why I’d rather pee with them and they all high-fived me, some offering to buy me a drink to which I politely said ‘no’. I’m a clever kitty and never accept drink from strangers.

Mum disappeared for about an hour, claiming she had lost all sense of time. This caused a debate and my Dad, who was going to be driving us home as he wasn’t drinking, gave the car keys to me and stormed off with my brother claiming they were going to walk the 300 odd miles back home. At this point my Mum wandered off into the crowd leaving me by myself trying to find her and after realizing I was completely abandonded, broke down in tears just as the only band I wanted to see that night came on stage.

A woman came up to me claiming she had seen me around the festival all day due to my recognisable outfit and cat ears. She said that she knew what my parents looked like and had previously seen my Mum but couldn’t find her after we tried looking. I tried phoning her but since we were in the middle of nowhere, phone signal is almost non-existant and her phone was on silent so she wouldn’t of heard it anyway. The woman recommended that since I’ve got the car keys I should go back to the car and wait as nobody would be able to leave the event without me.

Feeling sick and being lost, I slowly made my way across the massive field towards the exit still trying to keep an eye out for my family. As I left onto the camping site, one of the security guards enquired to see if I was alright to which I answered honestly, no. He began to panic because he didn’t know what to do either, again recommending that I go back to the car and if they weren’t there, I should go back and try and find him. He was really nice and gave me a hug.

It took me forever to get back to the carpark and wearing platform fetish shoes and being wasted didn’t help either. I kept stumbling on the rocks and I must of looked like a drunken idiot to anyone who walked in the opposite direction. I recognised a lot of the landmarks from when we had come in earlier and eventually managed to find our car, empty, in the carpark.

I hopped into the car, locking it from the inside to protect myself and kept trying to phone my Mum in hope of her answering. I took a nap thinking that everyone would retreat back to the car and was woken up a few hours later by my brother tapping on the window claiming that Dad had sent him to come find me as they had found my Mum, quite drunk and unwilling to come back with us.

Regardless of looking a mess, I stumbled out the car and walked with my brother all the way back into the arena, limping all the way. It took us a while to find our parents but eventually managed to spot them in the busy crowd. I was successful in managing to bribe my Mum to eat some noodles to sober up, spending £15 on food and drink for her and my brother. Things had calmed down and although I was fit to drop, they insisted on going to see The Undertones who were playing in the Scooter Tent as one of the ‘closing’ performances. Being a big name band, we had to queue outside the Tent for ages and when we finally got in, it was packed and we were unable to move, pressed up against drunken smelly people. By this time I had sobered up the 3 litres of wine that I had drunk so I was very much aware of my dire surroundings and was so eager to leave.

Thankfully I managed to persuade my family to leave before the band finished, allowing us to get out the carpark early before everyone else had the same idea meaning we’d be stuck in traffic for ages. It was a privilage getting back to the car and being able to rest my exhausted and sore feet and being able to sleep for the 3 hour journey back home.

All and all it was a fantastic day out but next time I think there will be a lot less alcohol involved. I just wish we got to see more of the event and I wish I took more photos and videos. I’m still trying to get used to the fact that I’ve got my own camera.

Since the release of Avenged Sevenfold’s single Nightmare, I was angered that it wasn’t immediatly made available as DLC for Rock Band 2. After someone who works close with the Rock Band team told me that it would have to be requested a lot before considered, I made it my quest to make people request it, so much so that I made a blog entry asking you guys to help me.

The blog entry can be found here and is one of my most viewed blog entries on a daily basis as a large majority of people find it by typing in keywords like ‘Avenged Sevenfold Nightmare DLC Rock Band 2′ into search engines. I gave clear instructions on my blog entry about how to request the song directly to Harmonix and I was shocked to see that so many people actually went through with it.

Today Rock Band verified that an Avenged Sevenfold trackpack will be released on the 27th of this month, the same day as the release of the album Nightmare. The 3 tracks include Nightmare, Seize the Day, Scream and strong rumours suggest Beast and The Harlot being on the main setlist of Rock Band 3.

You have no idea how happy I am that more Avenged Sevenfold has made it as DLC on my favourite game and I’m so glad that Nightmare made the list. I know that it wasn’t just my petition to get Nightmare made as DLC but I’d like to think it helped. It’s certainly evident that a lot of people certainly wanted it as downloadable content anyway.

I just love the fact that you guys are reliable and will support my mini campaigns and if I ask favours of you, the majority of you will follow through. A great example of this was when I posted up videos of animal cruelty videos that had been posted on Youtube from serveral years back and had remained viral, regardless of hundreds upon thousands of views. I was disgusted and angered so I reported it and made a blog entry telling you all to report it too. Well a couple of days later the both videos were removed off Youtube and I will live in glory thinking to myself as I fall asleep at night….I did that.

Wickerman Festival tomorrow and we’re leaving the house at 9am because it’s going to take us 3 and a half hours to drive to the event. I don’t get out of bed before midday so this is going to be an epic challenge but knowing my luck, I’ll fall asleep in the car journey along. I’ve got my 2 litre white wine bag stuffed at the bottom of my tote bag and I’m just crossing my fingers that they don’t bag search me otherwise I’ll have no drink (and it’s a waste of 2 litres of good wine!). It’ll be a long day but hopefully a good one. I’ll blog it all about it on Sunday and I’ll try my best to take photographs!

Time for bed….

I must say a massive thank you to the support I got about my blog article on Jessi Slaughter earlier this week. It was my blogging instinct to write up on the contraversy and like my well known blog entry rants, such as my Lady Gaga one, I got a dramatic increase in page views.

I was also fortunate enough to earned £39.84 for writing up that entry, payment submitted through my Paypal account from a lovely buisnessman who wishes to remain anonymous. I’ve since had a few people ask me how I make money via my blog and it’s hard to give an accurate answer because I always get approached by companies so it’s not like I could refer them on to them because I’m a ‘client’ to these buisnesses. Most of the time it’s all very hush-hush so I have to watch what I say.

Regardless, I found it entertaining as someone on Stickydrama posted up a video of Jessi Slaughter getting her 7 minutes of ‘real life’ fame. I take my hat off to the girl for being able to cause such a worldwide drama but I pity anyone who acts sympathetic towards her. I don’t care if she’s only 11, she knew exactly what she was doing when she pointed that camera at her itty-bitty-undeveloped titties and pressed the button, then going on to upload them to her computer and spread them virally around the internet.

Everyone has seen the videos, everyone knows who she is; a true famewhore. It’s good she’s getting help though….

*snorts*

Hehe, the cyberpolice will be knocking on my door sometime soon I suspect.