b.e.l.l.a. v.e.n.o.m profile picture

b.e.l.l.a. v.e.n.o.m

Volume! Clarity! Bass! We must have bass!

About Me


t o u g h a s m o t h e r f u c k i n g d i a m o n d s

Sometimes it's all bel Vs bel, usually it's bel Vs the world. I live my life in countdowns till the next time I leave. I’m lucky enough to fill most of the time between with giggles and a whole lot of love. Home to me, is somewhere I’ll never quite be again. It’s spread somewhere across a bunch of countries, in a lot of different cities, in houses, apartments, hotel rooms and venues. On couches, in bathtubs, on balconies. In a long-distance flight with a broken t.v. With new friends, old friends and potential friends. With an empty bank account and a smile on my face.
"hey man, i'm alive, i'm taking each day a night at a time and feeling like a monday but someday i'll be saturday night."

Xx.

My Interests

raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens... fortune cookies, secret handshakes, airport poetry, ego polishing, TEAM HOOKER, pandas, the derek to my sommer, smooth beginings, clumsy endings, mixtapes with hand written labels, New kids On The Block merchandise, princess sparkle (timesfour), terribly unfunny puns, robots, Ostentatiousness, nerding out, breathing through muffins, tummy rubs, fangs up, watching and mocking d.i.y. shows- especially those about carpentry or quilting, awkward waves, being in the right place at the right time, uncommited haircuts, Gil Elvgren and other 50's pin-up artists, swooning, carrying karats, unconditional understanding, brioche, elvis tattoos, grande light-soy lattes with sugar free vanilla syrup, revenge, 33rd and 3rd in manhattan, coordinated dance moves, shake and bake, grudge maintainance, keytars, "hello stranger", cutting my sandwiches into 4 triangles, vampireducks, damask, fast talking, slow kissing, having a rediculously long interests section, invisible microphone news, peeking, "my darling", throwing red rope liqorice around dodgy hotel rooms (when it tricks you and tastes like toothpaste), kisses from strangers on the streets of paris, polka dots, peach and lime daiquiri's, christopher meloni a.k.a detective elliot stabler a.k.a greatest d.i.l.f alive, pirate eyes, weak cordial, totem poles, people that like weak cordial, having good luck when it counts, hired geeks, crotchwatch with tanith, the s.w.c and the h.s.c, 'dear journal', causing a scene, unicorns horses with swords on their heads that guard all my hopes and dreams, being taken care of by precious boys, picnics by the beach with the hottest girls ever, asian tourist photos, roadtrips, black umbrellas, bling, bringing the latino heat, getting letters in the mail, famuhlee sleep time with melon, having a spare seat next to me on a plane, uncle pedo bear, janitor, the sexy salad from CPK, eugene, great moments in presidential speeches, playing hairdressers with mel cause we're too cheap too pay up, the one handed bandit, penguins, my batwhore and chickon! and partner in crime -anthony, random text messages at 3am, singing guitar solos with tam, lace, writing with my fingertip on foggy glass, lifetime fueds over barbie accessories, being lost in thought or a big city, laughing at people who over use punctuation!!!!!, being in on 'in jokes', porn ninjas, vodka and pineapple juice and the drinking of said beverage quickly, box socials, leopardy, pink lip gloss and pinker blush, spooning, being the 'little spoon' while doing so, cupcakes with or without sprinkles, sitting on mike's kitchen floor drinking jagermeister and redbull out of dirty mugs, false eyelashes, people who sleep as little as i do, children with mullets, bussing through beverly hills, mood-staches, cowboys and indians, jokes at phil colins' expense, hearing aussie accents in a foreign country, coordinating my eyeshadow with my underwear, chocolate covered coffee beans, BOB HARPER!, warm soup on cold nights, the 'bellie/butcher bus stop dance', drinking heavily, thinking heavily, riding the magic bus, guys in dad pants.. or one in particular, veggie burgers at 50's diners, gucci eau de parfum ||, flaking out with doctor liam, playing 'scene it' while drunk, prada, prada, prada, being a label whore, rainbows, tofu of any variety- especially the salt and pepper kind, japan in general, coke zero, ink envy, postcards, falling to sleep to mike goldman's voice, whirling dervishes, surprise guests, feet on feet with holly only, the sound of rain on a tin roof, turning down big, fat, chicken tacos, getting post-match sweaty with lauren, surprise un-birthday presents, cryptic crosswords with lawra, high rollers, being questioned by i-hop waitresses, stewart street,earl moran, cris accidentally not paying for things, checking out girls at the mall with legoman, ads with bad jokes, ameoba records, pens that aren't scratchy when you write, the chanel bling that perpetually adorns my ears, playing "that's what she said", accidental talent, being the best man for the gob, buying clothes from the kid's section, girly boys in pink underwear, wrecking hotel rooms, messing with sasquatch, easy off bam cleaning cruddy pennies, mitch hedberg, getting my cry on to sweet sticky acoustic songs, sleeping between black sheets, stolen chocolate and stolen kisses. ....brown paper packages tied up with string... these are a few of my favourite things

I'd like to meet:


Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra and the rat pack. but sadly, i'm just a little late for that. craig aaronson. bruce willis. david letterman. jackie chan. bob saget. doctor phill.

plus this man.

(thankyou JoAnna!) because a girl needs a green card. or something.
oh, and. someone that believes chivalry is as dead as elvis..

Music:

I was a child that at the age of two broke my parent’s record player trying to put ‘piano man’ on repeat for the hundredth time, infatuated with Billy Joel’s voice and determined to learn every single word. I succeeded in a week and went on, in the next six months to become zealous about wriggling my ass around our living room floor, belting out ‘locomotion’ to absolutely anyone that would listen, in the only voice higher and chirpier than Kylie Minogues’
The next year, my brother was born. That week, my new favourite song was ‘father figure’ by George Michael. I was sitting; smack in the middle of the dining room, under the table listening to it, when he was carried into our home for the first time... instantly jealous, I decided I was never going to share my music with him, a promise I fiercely kept.
Around four was when I developed my fixation on the Beatles and the Traveling Willburys. Frightened out of my head that my father would lose it like he did everything else, I’d take the mix tape he made me out of the car whenever we’d go somewhere, so I spent my time strolling around, clutching a cassette that was decorated with masking tape and sharpie.
When I was six, I had a Tendency to sing Joe Cockers ‘you can leave your hat on’ way too loud in the back of the car without giving a thought to it’s implications. When I wasn’t busy scaring neighboring vehicles, I was continually asking my parents why ‘the hurricane’ in Bob Dylan’s song was accused of murder, and why on earth the mining companies wouldn’t give Peter Garret and the Midnight Oil guys a break.
Still curiously obsessed with inappropriate songs, I taped ‘cream’ by prince a total of seven times onto a VHS that was to be played at my seventh birthday party. Around that time, I fell in love with, and decided I was to marry Kurt Cobain. Secretly, I coveted Michael Hutchence, but he was taken by my best friend Cheryl.
Midway through my eighth year of life, I sang karaoke for the first time. A duet with my mum. Our own rendition of ‘chisel’s Khe Sahn. (Who knew they talked about prostitutes? Was I into ANY clean music?) Even ‘girlfriend’, who’s fashion sense I’m horridly ashamed to admit I copied, sang about liking the tough boys.
The news of my betrothed’s death came to me on my ninth birthday, and I grieved by hiding under the chair in the back of our Mitsubishi van, crying to myself for a good solid hour, till I was dragged out, kicking and screaming and put into my bed. Soon after, I found Billie Joe Armstrong. He eased the pain, and probably, more than anything else, put me onto what I like today.
My compact disk collection started when I was almost eleven. Someone gave me something horrible by Mariah Carey, and it’s really a wonder I didn’t give up then. I soldiered on though, and my mother’s new boyfriend got me a copy of ‘frog stomp’ by silverchair as some kind of peace offering. It worked. They’ve been together 13 years (my mum and grant, not silverchair.. though it’s got to be close), and I’ve never listened to Mariah fucking Carey.
At twelve, while I was going through my Hanson.. Let’s call it a ‘phase’ (and lets NOT talk about my borderline lesbian obsession with Taylor Hanson) I also stumbled on Frank Sinatra and swing in general. Don’t ask me how that combination works, I couldn’t explain it if I tried, but while my friends weren’t around to have a lolz, I’d lay on my bed and listen to him, and regardless of the complete chaotic turmoil that waited outside my bedroom door, I was okay.
Thirteen, fourteen, high school became a blur of new music, but after I developed a massive crush on the only boy in school with a wallet chain and dreadlocks I HAD to sit in on all of his band practices and go to every gig, thus the introduction to the ‘local scene’. Then, it was NOTHING of what it has become today, and I felt like I fit. No questions asked. (Oh, the kids that knew me back then will enjoy that pun)
After that, live music became an addiction for me. Big day outs, alley way shows, whatever money I had, I spent it on somehow getting myself to a gig. I think I was fifteen when my best friend and I made a promise to each other to one day go to warped tour. Six years later, standing on the main stage in New Jersey is a moment words can never do justice.
Standing with Crystal in the pouring, freezing rain at fowlers, watching Alkaline Trio and Taking Back Sunday. Leaning on Jamie, standing on my absolute tippy-toes so I could see H2O play their last ever show at CBGB. Watching Fall Out Boy play in Paris where the language barrier was never an issue for the kids that lived to be there. The riots that almost happened at the ozzfest in LA, because of the blackout during Atreyu and Avenged Sevenfold’s sets. Demanding early morning airport coffee’s to counteract tour hangover’s with Tam. Holding Susan’s hand when I first heard MCR play the songs that mean the most to me. Being on a balcony in a tiny London venue, with an old friend and two new ones – Shiona, Lawra, Tanith and the rest, giggling, swooning, downing vodka and watching The Academy Is… play to a sold out crowd. Tearing up EVERY TIME I watch The Used perform the words I have inked into my skin forever. Dancing and singing and twirling and frolicking with my amazing friends to countless amazing bands. Moments like that only come if you chase them. But they mean the most to me.
I couldn’t tell you when I rode a bike for the first time, or what my favourite colour was when I was a kid. When I think about my life, it’s defined through songs. Lyrics, riffs and drum fills punctuate the most vivid of my memories. Humiliatingly enough, on some occasions keyboards and atrocious backing tracks accompanied by even worse dance moves. But I wouldn’t want it any other way. Yeah, I’ve been there and back, and music’s been there with me.
Road trips, train trips, bus trips, plane trips, meeting a bunch of crazy, incredible people along the way. There is nothing else I want to do with my life. Music, in general is my passion.

Movies:

Sin City, Brokeback Mountain, Lord of the Rings trilogy, Pulp fiction, Anchorman, the Nightmare Before Christmas, Napoleon Dynamite, Walk the Line, Kill Bill one and two, Haggard, Edward Scissorhands any Marilyn Monroe movie - particularly Some Like it Hot and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, American Graffiti, Wet Hot American Summer, dodgy, american over budgeted comic book style movies, Garden State, Boondock Saints, any James Bond flick (preferably old school ones.), Closer and Waynes World.

Television:

first and foremost, i am a whore for quiz shows.
I have an unhealthy addiction to letterman. same goes with family guy, medium, law and order SVU, the office, scrubs, oz, nip/tuck, 6 feet under and arrested development. pretty much anything that isn't room raiders, next or other mtv produced shows (with the exception of pimp my ride, cause x to the z x-zibit is love). any thing done by john safran is all kinds of great. oh, and the late QAF.

Books:

High Society - Ben Elton,
Killing yourself to live - Chuck Klosteman,
fear and loathing in las vegas - Hunter S. Thompson,
The Dirt - motley crue and Neil Strauss,
I hate myself and want to die - Tom Reynolds,
heart shaped box - Joe Hill,
how to make love like a porn star - Jenna Jameson and Neil Strauss,
sex, drugs and cocoa puffs - Chuck Klosterman.

Heroes:

what would i want a hero for? gdemma can fit a whole dough-nut in her mouth. that's almost worthy.
and peaches. she's amazing, simply for writing the line "hurts so good i got a soregasm"

My Blog

i do this shit on live journal.. wanna read? click here.

no need to post stuff twice. you can find my l.j @ - http://www.livejournal.com/users/upfromthedown/ adding me is totally welcomed! :)
Posted by b.e.l.l.a. v.e.n.o.m on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST