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Post by Marie-Cris on May 11, 2007 21:21:36 GMT 9.5
I hadn't heard of that; that is really creepy. Sorry to hear the bad news
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Post by neh on May 12, 2007 16:29:39 GMT 9.5
Me sorry too, jazzgirl. Many cyber cuddles to you!
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Post by neh on May 13, 2007 11:30:54 GMT 9.5
Ugh. There's already been some bad stuff happen today. I can't go into details, but it's going to be hard to keep smiling on this Mother's Day.
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Post by Marie-Cris on May 13, 2007 12:31:45 GMT 9.5
Awe *huggles*
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Post by jazzgirl1960 on May 14, 2007 6:53:32 GMT 9.5
Thanks for all the good wishes guys! Very much appreciated!!! If my life gets anymore complicated, you'll probably hear my screems thru cyberspace.
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Post by neh on May 19, 2007 22:33:25 GMT 9.5
I certainly hope for your sake that things only improve jazzgirl, but rest assured that ranting is always welcome here, so if and when you need to, just scream away! My angry rant for this week is as follows: I went for an audition at Uni on Thursday. It was said that if you could sing and dance, you were welcome to do so, because there are musical numbers in the play (it's an original called Ture Phoenix) Anyhoos, i decided to be brave and give it all a go, and i was so so SO nervous on the day. The director is my professor for Modernism and Performance, and while he is perfectly trained in music, there is a seperate Musical Director and she OF COURSE had the day off on my audition day, so i just read with Michael and was told to wait over the weekend for a callback to sing and dance for Angela. This was Thursday. This morning an email came through saying the play had been cast..... i feel so cheated! I mean, i was not about to wow anyone with my singing and dancing but i would have at least liked a try at it - and indeed anyone who auditioned on Thursday missed out on this opportunity too. And in addition, Michael doubted my assertion that i am an alto - if nothing else, i just wanted him and Angela to hear me sing low just so they could realise that not every girl has to have a voice that is in the soprano range. Oh well. I'm sorry if this subject matter seems silly, but it just upset me!
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Post by jazzgirl1960 on May 20, 2007 12:29:27 GMT 9.5
That's soooooooooo unfair! Can you make an official complaint to anyone? - even if it's too late to change the casting this time, it might make them realize that they should be more evenhanded the next time they do auditions.
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Post by neh on May 20, 2007 19:19:17 GMT 9.5
Mum and Dad agree with you, that i should at least say something - politely of course- to Michael when i have his class on Wednesday. I doubt i'll have the courage too, but i know i probably should, just for the sake of 'justice', hehe Thankyou for your sympathy jazzgirl! *cyber cuddles*
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Post by jazzgirl1960 on May 21, 2007 7:08:25 GMT 9.5
*cyber hugs* back to you neh!
Why don't you give it to him in writing, it's a lot less confrontational and he can then pass it on to the other teacher involved and that way, none of your words can be misrepresented - you know how things change when repeated through various individuals. At very least they may have a real think about what happened and some good may come out of all the dissappointment that you and all the others who missed their chance to audition, felt.
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Post by neh on May 22, 2007 5:34:35 GMT 9.5
Thankyou jazzgirl - you're so kind to listen to me ramble on about silly little things and offer such sensible words of wisdom. I don't mean in any way to be offensive when i say this, but could i call you the 'Mummy' of the board, taking care of us all?! Mar could be the older, successful sister and i could be the weird little kid who no one quite understands so they just leave her be, hehe!
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Post by jazzgirl1960 on May 22, 2007 20:07:12 GMT 9.5
That's not in any way offencive! I'd be very honoured to be called the 'Mum' of you lovely kids! And since you all obviously have such wonderful taste in music, that makes me a very proud Mum! ;D
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Post by neh on May 22, 2007 21:06:31 GMT 9.5
Hurray! Thanks Mum - that's so sweet of you! *pause for dramatic effect* Can i get a pony?! PUH-leeeease? To be on topic also in my post, I'm so stressed and annoyed and depressed with my Uni work that it really is ruining my birthday anticipation.... boohoo
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Post by jazzgirl1960 on May 23, 2007 8:09:30 GMT 9.5
Well... pony's take a real lot of work - how 'bout a kitten instead? Light an oil burner, add some lavender oil and listen to some beautiful music... (Anthony of course), always helps me. Feel better!
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Post by neh on May 24, 2007 14:42:16 GMT 9.5
Thankyou Mummy! And i love cats, but my own Olly may not take kindly to a kitten taking his place! But kittens are so cute.... *googoo noises*
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Post by cinta on May 30, 2007 19:52:40 GMT 9.5
Olly is so so so cute. that is all. no vent, sorry! I could probably think of something if you gave me time...
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Post by neh on Jul 16, 2007 20:54:25 GMT 9.5
It's dam COLD! (by Aussie standards at least) Plus, i'm back at Uni for second semester... boohoo. I'll think of more things to whinge about later, don't you worry!
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jul 16, 2007 21:05:42 GMT 9.5
Too right; the other night it was so cold when I boiled the kettle I got ice
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Post by Marie-Cris on Jul 23, 2007 20:57:59 GMT 9.5
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Post by Marie-Cris on Aug 2, 2007 19:33:53 GMT 9.5
Yesterday was the longest day of my life. Here's a quote from my diary:
That was as much as I was able to type yesterday; I just didn't have the strength to go on. I had woken up a little bit before 6:30 feeling strange. My friend Caitlin ((whom some of you might recall me mentioning as the one who was doing Think of Me for Performance Forum with the "talented git"; yes she did do rather well, though not as well as she has done, but nerves pull us all down a bit, and though I did record it I think it would be best if she ever consented to let others hear it as "we singers are all too sensitive about our voices" [thank you very much, Keith])) sent me a txt message saying something like "Hey they're making a musical of monty pythons holy grail and it will star tim curry!" to which I replied that that was Spamalot ((I had sent her a burnt copy of the CD a week or so beforehand)) and that I was feeling a little too ill and that I was running out of credit. ((Long and grammatically incorrect sentence.)) Then the 6:30 alarm went off which, as always does, shocked Bella, who ran up and sat on my hair when I turned it off. Painful? Yes. I thought it would be best to let her out at that time but when I started walking I felt shaking; with every step came a light sensation of pins and needles and instinctively - after I let her out - I stood over the toilet and waited.
This of course started the 6 hours' of vomiting.
At some time around 12 my mum persuaded me to have a bit of toast with honey on it. This was yet another bad idea ((my first was having a cuppa after I threw up the first time; the dairy only many things orange)). At around about 2, after I had finished that entry, I threw up my brunch. The only good thing I could remark about this was that it didn't taste as foul as all the other times. Somehow managed to slip under the covers. I had been lying on top of the sheets for hours straight on my back - which is usually uncomfortable for me but it was the only position that didn't bring about any uncomfortable pangs - longing for sleep. An hour' later mother tried to get me to take some pills, even though she knows perfectly well I can't take pills with water because when I try too I actually feel like throwing up and I had considered that I had thrown up enough that day. So I was thankful enough to fake it; if she suspected anything I don't know, nor did she ever say anything. I actually tried to drop them into the sleeve of my dressing gown for this trick but it didn't work; I'm just thankful Bella didn't snap at the one I dropped in my lap. I managed to dispose of them once mother had left my room ((I know it's a waste of panadol or whatever the hell it is but if you didn't know already panadol and medicines of that nature don't work for me; the only remedies I have that could be cured the same as panadol are food, sleep and / or a cup of tea)).
3:45 and my folks went out; mother had a dentist appointment. I was meant to get up and refill my water bottle but finally my mind shut down and I slept for about an hour and 3/4. I awoke to a clutter; the world was darker and mother was pulling down my blinds, commenting on the music playing from my laptop in disgust ((and I don't blame her, I hate Renee Flemming's voice)). And suddenly the sleep I had been so longing for seemed repulsive to me and despite the aches in my body I forced myself to get up. At last I was hungry. Continental Chicken Soup ((which - though nothing beats mother's chicken soup - is still pretty darn good [far better than the chicken-salted chips we had tonight {I hate chicken salt}])). At 7 mother wanted me to take more pills; this time I went off into the kitchen and just slipped them into my gown for future disposal, waited for a few minutes, then returned for an uncomfortable night in the lounge room desperately trying to fight the memory of pain by watching Thank God You're Here and House. I went to bed at 11, which is pretty early considering the time I go to bed most nights these days, but today I've felt much better. Slightly dizzy and the odd pulse in the brain but no convulsions. Mother is still ill though; she didn't appear as bad as me yesterday but as the day had gone on she got slightly worse, I think, and stayed in bed until about 2 or 3.
I suspect it might have been the sushi.
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Post by jazzgirl1960 on Aug 2, 2007 19:50:39 GMT 9.5
Oh you poor girl... sushi can be a real trap. Hope you feel back to your old self again soon Mar!
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Post by Marie-Cris on Aug 2, 2007 19:56:13 GMT 9.5
I like sushi, I have it whenever I can in the city, but last night mother brought back a bigger pack than I had ever seen before, plus another one at a smaller size with eel. Eel is rather nice. Yet after watching the news tonight about seafood imported from China it's got me suspecting that batch we had. Thank you jazz, I'm feeling much better now
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Post by neh on Aug 2, 2007 23:17:21 GMT 9.5
Oh, poor Mar!!! That seriously sounds like the most bloomin' awful day - i'm so sorry! And you had been so excited about that sushi too - just promise me you'll stick to dry foods for another day or so, just to be safe? Oh, and i know this sounds yucky but with some tablets (i used to have to do this with panadol) you can crush them into power, if that's easier. But if you say they don't work for you, then that's fine too! And you hate chicken salt?! I didn't think such a thing could be humanly possible... amazing! Oh, and i don't really wish to go into why the last few weeks have been absolutely AWFUL family-wise, but let's just say they have, so i'm in rant-mood too, i just can't actually let it out here! Drat it
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Post by Marie-Cris on Aug 3, 2007 0:00:33 GMT 9.5
awe, hunny! *huggles* What we need is a virtual punching bag that we can hit every time we're frustrated. Unfortunately I'm no graphics whiz!
Better yet, I'll buy you a Dammit Doll for Christmas ;D
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Post by neh on Aug 3, 2007 14:15:58 GMT 9.5
Oh no, thankyou but they really scare me.... *shudders* A cyber punching bag, a cyber crying-into pillow and a cyber cupboard full of binge food and party poppers is what we need, i couldn't agree more!
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Post by Marie-Cris on Aug 3, 2007 18:14:51 GMT 9.5
But you don't even know what a Dammit Doll is, I haven't sent you one yet!
At least I'm pretty sure I haven't ... I forget who I send one to these days
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Post by neh on Aug 4, 2007 9:50:00 GMT 9.5
Aren't dammit dolls the ones that swear and such when you throw them down or squeez them? ? I may well be wrong!
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Post by Marie-Cris on Aug 4, 2007 18:45:10 GMT 9.5
No the Dammit Doll is a Waikerien creation ((come and get me stalkers! I'm armed!)). It's only sold in Santa's Gift Shop in the Santa's Cave here as soon as the cave ((the transformed town hall)) is open to the international/interstate public ((locals have to wait until pageant time unless they're a part of the committee)). It's nothing fancy, just made of material and stuffing with a message around its neck on how to use it. I don't have one of my own so you'll all have to wait until around October to see it.
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