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psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2004-12-17 05:11 pm
psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2004-12-17 05:11 pm
"Tell Them How I Am Defying Gravity!"
Um... I'm back. Did anybody miss me?
Wednesday morning, everything went to hell. Five hysterical fits of crying and general hysterics, two fits of being quite ill, one dinner completely forgotten, six batches of cookies, .4 pounds lost, all Christmas presents not yet bought for a party which is to-morrow, no time to do any treadmilling when usually two hours a day are accomplished, and only five glasses of water instead of the mandatory six later, Soujin was hardly fit to do anything. She's still not particularly fit to do anything, but she has to, because there is no time. There is house-cleaning and things to wrap and fics to write and rooms to get organised and things to make and she just forgot that she needs to clean all the black hair dye out of the bottom of her bathtub where it's been congealing.
She would like to point out that among all this mess, there were three highlights:
On Thursday morning,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snowyofthenight's card came. And Soujin cried. And hugged it. And showed it to everybody in the house about eight times, and then cried a little more, because she was so screwed up, and so frantic, but it was the most wonderful thing...
On Thursday evening, one of the girls at GSA gave her a flannel blanket with moons and stars and butterflies and snails on it, and it's beautiful and soft and so warm and wonderful, and Soujin will write the girl a very long, passionate thank-you note.
On Friday morning,lillieoz's card came, and it was yay, and it made the Soujin laugh, which she has not been doing much of lately; and she was awfully glad of it.
To-day, she is wearing her san-papier/Gringoire outfit, which involves lots of jinglies and shinies tied on, and her hair made to go curly, and wearing the long black smock with the floppy black pants. Mum thinks it's "sexy". Perhaps Soujin shall get a picture. She'll definitely bring the outfit to Tennessee with her, as she is hoping influence darlingest Johanna away from the Trendi clothes Johanna is so fond of.
Also, Soujin got Wuthering Heights on DVD from the library. The library was very nice, and soothing, for a couple of hours... >_>
To-morrow, Soujin must get up v.v. early and help her Mum's friend who just lost her house move all her things to her apartment; then she will come home and there will be Christmas party, which is not going to be fun. Gah. Somewhere in here, the Soujin desperately needs to get her treadmilling back in order.
Yesterday, she was so messed up that she went into GSA with a tangerine in her hand, and it only occurred to her ten minutes before the meeting ended and she was wondering why she had it that it was supposed to be dinner because she hadn't had time to eat dinner. She ate it and promptly got sick. Then she cried a lot.
Mum blames it on diet; Waen blames it on stress. Soujin doesn't really care. She'd just like it to leave her alone, because she doesn't have time for it. At all.
She also got her auditions scheduled for January, and we shall see whether or not they kill her. It's been several years since she auditioned for a play, heaven knows.sparklychibi will remember, seeing as it was a particularly fateful play and Soujin was wearing a silver scarf.
Soujin had been maintaining a funny state of detached calm throughout the typing of this post, but it is very temporary. She is not at all finished with anything, let alone writing, and she had best get to work again. So she will. She just wanted to let everyone know where she's been the last two days.
Wednesday morning, everything went to hell. Five hysterical fits of crying and general hysterics, two fits of being quite ill, one dinner completely forgotten, six batches of cookies, .4 pounds lost, all Christmas presents not yet bought for a party which is to-morrow, no time to do any treadmilling when usually two hours a day are accomplished, and only five glasses of water instead of the mandatory six later, Soujin was hardly fit to do anything. She's still not particularly fit to do anything, but she has to, because there is no time. There is house-cleaning and things to wrap and fics to write and rooms to get organised and things to make and she just forgot that she needs to clean all the black hair dye out of the bottom of her bathtub where it's been congealing.
She would like to point out that among all this mess, there were three highlights:
On Thursday morning,
snowyofthenight's card came. And Soujin cried. And hugged it. And showed it to everybody in the house about eight times, and then cried a little more, because she was so screwed up, and so frantic, but it was the most wonderful thing...On Thursday evening, one of the girls at GSA gave her a flannel blanket with moons and stars and butterflies and snails on it, and it's beautiful and soft and so warm and wonderful, and Soujin will write the girl a very long, passionate thank-you note.
On Friday morning,
lillieoz's card came, and it was yay, and it made the Soujin laugh, which she has not been doing much of lately; and she was awfully glad of it.To-day, she is wearing her san-papier/Gringoire outfit, which involves lots of jinglies and shinies tied on, and her hair made to go curly, and wearing the long black smock with the floppy black pants. Mum thinks it's "sexy". Perhaps Soujin shall get a picture. She'll definitely bring the outfit to Tennessee with her, as she is hoping influence darlingest Johanna away from the Trendi clothes Johanna is so fond of.
Also, Soujin got Wuthering Heights on DVD from the library. The library was very nice, and soothing, for a couple of hours... >_>
To-morrow, Soujin must get up v.v. early and help her Mum's friend who just lost her house move all her things to her apartment; then she will come home and there will be Christmas party, which is not going to be fun. Gah. Somewhere in here, the Soujin desperately needs to get her treadmilling back in order.
Yesterday, she was so messed up that she went into GSA with a tangerine in her hand, and it only occurred to her ten minutes before the meeting ended and she was wondering why she had it that it was supposed to be dinner because she hadn't had time to eat dinner. She ate it and promptly got sick. Then she cried a lot.
Mum blames it on diet; Waen blames it on stress. Soujin doesn't really care. She'd just like it to leave her alone, because she doesn't have time for it. At all.
She also got her auditions scheduled for January, and we shall see whether or not they kill her. It's been several years since she auditioned for a play, heaven knows.
sparklychibi will remember, seeing as it was a particularly fateful play and Soujin was wearing a silver scarf.Soujin had been maintaining a funny state of detached calm throughout the typing of this post, but it is very temporary. She is not at all finished with anything, let alone writing, and she had best get to work again. So she will. She just wanted to let everyone know where she's been the last two days.
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♥
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*huggles teh Soujin*
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You feel better. *waggles finger* I shall give you your Christmas fic in advance if you don't.
Movie reccomendation for teh Soujin!: I just watched A Midsummer Night's Dream. such a sexy movie. You should totally watch it. You can't feel sad when watching it because there is a very handsome fellow who wears pants in about one scene in the entire thing. There is a very attractive lady who spends most of the movie flouncing about in a corset. It is also Shakespeare. It doesn't GET much better! And then they made fun of the girl for being short and she tries to claw out their eyes.
*loves on*
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I have a video clip from when they performed it at the Tonys. =o
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Er. Forgive me. I just had to jump in there.
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Eep! I'll try to feel better! Heaven knows I wouldn't want my Christmas present from Leeee to be early! Ohhh, no! ^_^
I love that movie! I noticed on your journal that you were going to watch it, and I was going to wax enthusiastic except I had not time! But I saw! Isn't it wonderful? I love Rupert Everett. ^^;;; I was so excited that you were going to watch it!
*loves back very, very much*
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Oh, goodness, no. That'd be tragic.
It's yay! I wish boys would fight like that over mee-ee.
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Um, that was random...
It would, though. :P
*giggles* Agreed, agreed. Silly blind thingies.
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Also, when do you work? Because I have often thought of calling you—especially this week, as I have had little to no homework—but refrained because I suspected you would be working. So I need to know your exact hours and suchlike.
Also, what are you auditioning for? Because I was going to audition for something in January too, but then I decided that I could not desert my merry traveling Commedia dell'Arte troupe. And if it's the same play, I'm terrifically glad that I don't have to compete with you. *hugs muchly*
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We discussed this on the phone, but just so it's in an... erm... permanent place... I work 11:30--18:00 Monday and 11:30--a time of varying lengths, generally lasting longer than 20:00 on Wednesdays; on Fridays it's 12:30--17:00, and on Thursday I'm at GSA until 20:00; and on Saturday I have an acting class from 11:30--14:00. It's all very insane.
Ah! It's OSHkids, a play called "The Greeks Must Be Crazy". Whether or not it is the same play, I am glad of non-competition.
And I love you, darling. *hugs* You don't know how much better I felt for you calling yesterday. Normally I'm very leery of the phone because I just--don't--like--phones omgah. If I get a chance to-morrow, I'll try to phone you for once (*dances* We have the phone line for me to do that now, haha!).
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Ooh, thanks. *marks all this down*
Ah, see, I was going to audition for Anne Frank. So it would not have conflicted at all, anyway. For which I am glad. (One time in third grade my then-friend got a part I really wanted, and it completely devastated me, and I was mad at her for weeks. So I know what that is like.)
*immediately makes sure phone is all charged and ready for Soujin!calls* Call the line in my room, loviest. I'll e-mail you the number. And I'm so glad it cheered you up! I hate it when you're unhappy. Half the time I call you it's because I've just read a journal entry of yours. *hugs*
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^_^ Of course.
Oh, okay! Perfect-lovely, then. *glomps*
^___^ Okays! Which e-mail did you send--no, never mind, I'll check them both and see. You know it's changed since two months ago, of course. *wibbles and huggles* Oh, lovey. I hate it when you're unhappy, too, but I never know what to say. Because I've never had a girlfriend (or boyfriend, or SO whatsoever). But I want to love on you anyway. *does, gratuitously*
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I so did not know it changed. It must have been during one of my not-checking-my-flist spells. I have them when I'm very happy and don't want to see how depressed my LJ friends are. Because they are always depressed, you know. Er, what's the new one?
Oh, and darling, the Kai thing is totally and completely done with, you need not worry. She is now not my girlfriend, but my random pretty girl to snog, which is all good and fine. So. Do not fret. I am perfectly happy. *loves on very very much*
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Okayy. *wibbles and loves back* I want you to be happy.
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Will be okay.
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Thank you.
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(Really? Because that actually sounds like a good idea. I think--I might just do that, yes.)
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Glad you're back and I hope everything gets better!
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Thank you so much. <3
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Also; hooray, Wicked song lyrics! :D
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^_^ Yis!
I am in love with your icon, I think...
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And did I mention Laurence Olivier is hot? *g*
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Laurence Olivier is hot.
Our library has that one, and I've contemplated getting it out. It's just that it looks quite old, and in our library, quite old = quite bashed about.
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