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[Jul. 12th, 2009|10:20 pm] |
lazy sophie is lazy.
so. this week. Beka!!! that was the best part. there was airport meeting and hanging at kates place and Many Kittehs and cups of tea... there was coffee and brunch and comedy and gig and zoo and drinks at lyubas. it was just wicked fun and im pretty pantsed that she leaves tomorrow. this firms up my ambition to get to melbourne later this year.
the week has also made me reassess my own social life, or lack thereof, quite a lot. i spend a lot of time at home, and dont do the things i want because im scared and stupid. thats fucking insane. ima try to break that habit, even though its damn hard in the middle of winter.
maksim is the picture of health and seriously cute. i havent managed to get any photos yet, as i dont want to piss off Baby Sister by gettin all in her face when shes tired and trying to establish a good routine. so ima wait til i can poach some from her or mike, and then put them up. hurrah!
yeah. theres other stuff, but its mine.
love to all. xx |
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[Jul. 10th, 2009|12:54 am] |
im listening to bonnie raitt and about to close up the laptop and sleep. very tired.
went to the comedy and enjoyed it thoroughly. the rookie was a bit meh, but pinchey was brilliant. crellin was mc-ing, and i like him best when hes Wrong. tonight, he was very Wrong, so i liked him very much. its also wicked to see him when he really gets enthusiastic and his whole face lights up. too too cool. jarrod and dave were marvellous. i love their material and their delivery. daves fucken skinny - its a lil disturbing. it was just a nice night, and beka and kate enjoyed themselves, i think, and rhi made beka a wonderful drink with rose and pomegranate and cherry in it. i love watching rhi work. shes really really good. after the gig we went to midnight for a cuppa.
tomorrow is the KK gig, and saturday, prolly the zoo and hanging with lyuba.
my ankle is very owie. |
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[Jul. 9th, 2009|01:25 pm] |
yesterday was kickass maranui brunch with kate and beka followed by general mooching at kates place. oh, and we went to a pet shop and cuddled fuzzies. eee! i had the band debrief thingo in the evening,, so i was going to catch a bus from newlands into town, but walking through the school i caned over in true sophie style, and missed the bus as a result. but i barely hurt myself at all, so thats all good. just have enormously swollen ankle, and im kinda used to that.
band was good, we have a tentative 2nd set, and it was kinda ace. may have a chance to switch to an earlier time and different day, which will help with our tiredness issues. drank wines and then slid down the slope to Late Night Drinking.
now i have one of those hangovers that makes me wonder if i did something i should regret, but all i really did was drink excessively, and hang out with people. got home at half 7. giant ankle. sore head. comedy tonight. bad food waiting for me in the fridge. yay!
maksim is home and settled, and all well. =) for the people who queried his spelling, its apparently the traditional way of doing it. my response - "the traditional spelling is in cyrillic..." meh, whats in a name? mine apparently means wisdom.. pfft.
oh, and have been asked to do a couple of songs in a 'blues women of wgtn' gig. holy FUCK. thats insane. sharing the bill with people like lisa tomlins... im This close to saying no, just out of Fear. but i wont. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|11:35 pm] |
my nephews names are maksim anton. hes beautiful and sweet and i got to hold him and he nuzzled up and grizzled a bit and i hummed the tune to "do you take it" to calm him without thinking, and then laughed out loud. go crazy auntie sophie and her subversive earworms!
and now im on holiday and going to hang out with kate and beka, and eat and drink and be happy with friends who love me, and who i love. yay!
and in september ima go see alice cooper and sing kareoke with hayrey and itll be KickAss. accentuate the positive, motherfuckers. =)
now ima curl up with my kitty and listen to judy collins as i fall asleep, and when i wake up, i have 6 days of freedom and joy.
i almost cut my hair off the other day. |
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[Jul. 7th, 2009|12:09 am] |
todays fantastic was entirely based around beka arriving at 5:15. kate picked me up around the corner from work, adn we went to collect her from the aeroport, and went up kates, where there were marvellous kittehs all over the place, and we et pizz0r, and had a glass of wine, and had a big catchup session, and tried to sort out some kind of game plan. im off from wednesday, which will start with brunchings, and who knows where the week may take us!
im also excited about all the music coming soon - ac/dc, alice cooper, green day, b52s with proclaimers, hlah, and OH MY GOD the mission concert next year - the four tops, the temptations, mary wilson, martha and the vandellas, joan osborne, the miracles, ian moss, and jimmy barnes. not sure why hes in there, but hey! EEE!!! MOTOWN EXTRAVAGANZA!!!
theres a cat on my back. i rationalise that shes subbing in for a wheatbag.
much love to all xx |
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| still no elvis |
[Jul. 4th, 2009|08:03 pm] |
today i was happily ignoring all the chores i planned to do, but was spurred into action by the prospect of matt and ashlee coming over to swap medias. yay!! so i cleaned like a munter for an hour, doing something very weird to my back in the process, and was able to greet them with a relatively clean and tidy hoose. hurrah!!! we drank tea and shifted files to and fro, and it was a very nice afternoon. i like having people over. i may have to do it again soon, on a larger scale.
so we have no elvis yet. as previously outlined, if he hasnt turned up by monday, there will be forcible removal. Baby Sister Balloon is quite achey and sore, and very very fed up. but i will have a nephew within 3 days!!! holy pants! baby!!! im so excited i could wee!
works trucking along. a lot of my reviews seem to be in limbo due to slow response from sonsulting parties, so im doing other wee projects as they come up. demis ona motherfucking boat for 10 days, so the office will be a little empty, but im on leave for Advent Of Beka from wednesday, and we're going to frolic like lil lambies. =) so so looking forward to it.
this weekend is a bit of a bust, as im mostly hibernating, and any last minute decisions to hurl myself out of the hoose and into a social fray have been precluded by owie back. so im all rugged up and expecting Copious Delivery Foods, and watching fringe. i expect ill finish the first season tonight, and get back into dollhouse. kinda wish i had some wines.
hmm. what else? not much, i guess. love to all xx |
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[Jun. 30th, 2009|10:30 pm] |
still no elvis.
finished watching up to s01ep13 fringe, and now going to read evanovitch til the schmaltzy faux-jersey lingo renders me catatonic. tomorrow after work i have to do a lot of cooking for thursday nights work potluck. i have to admit, i hate that shit. cooking my ass off to spend an evening in tawa. i love most of my workmates, but really, its the middle of winter. im sposed to be wrapped in a blankie for three months. instead ill spend tomorrow evening making honky samosas and spending monies i dont has.
im astonished when, despite my total change in perspective, something Historic hurts me. its not that im still in that space. its just that i know i was, then, and hadnt a clue that all wasnt right in the world. i was so naive, and i truly believed in Conquer All bullshit. retrospective betrayal is still betrayal. and im human.
bleh. fuck that shit. well over it.
my cat is now making furball noises while seated on my back, so off i go. |
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[Jun. 29th, 2009|07:23 pm] |
the hard word on elvis is that if hes not here by monday next, Baby Sister gets enabled. i have a feeling that elvis, like the rocker hes bound to be, will get here for this weekend, to avoid missing any more partying.
im making soup. theres my giant le creuset casserole pot on the stove, full of vegebles, simmering away and smelling ace. its kind of a poor mans ratatouille - i wanted something lighter and was in the mood for a lot of alliums and brassica, so thats what i bought, onions and leeks and spronions and shallots and cabbage with tomato and chili and garlie and capsicum to tang it up a bit. i imagine i may be a little more windy than necessary, over the next few days, but ill be eating more vegebles than i have for aaaaaages, due to laziness. its exciting. =)
today i delved deep into the mysteries of waste management and automatic doors. now ima watch media and wiggle. much love all! |
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[Jun. 28th, 2009|10:25 pm] |
this afternoon and evening with the folks was one of those that leaves a slightly metallic taste in my mouth... it was all good, there were cups of tea and general hilarity - i capered for my mother as i am wont to do, and she was in fits of laughter- noone fought, and the mood was very good all around. i cooked a chicken and broccoli dish we havent had for a good 15 years, with a creamy sauce over rice, and i also baked a very nice apple cake, which went a long way towards healing the shame of my recent and recurring Epic Scone Fail.
but there were moments... its not quantifiable, and 99% of people would say i was oversensitive... i might even be one of the 99%... but there were moments of absolute devastation, and it shook me. so now im lying in bed, wondering whether there really is any value to the things i do and the person i am, if value in the world is measured by common opinion, and shallow societal mores.
all a bit grim, i know.
in other news, Burgeoning Baby Sister is getting relatively bored with carting Elvis around everywhere. shes tired and sore, and getting that thing that you get where an anticipated scary thing takes longer to arrive than expected, and the scariness increases exponentially. like in a really good horror, where you know something ghastly will happen, but the director times it perfectly to land at the point just before your serious anticipation gives way to boredom or apathy, and so you get the biggest fright you could. and apply that to childbirth. and dont watch grace. =) not that i think Baby Sister will give birth to unnatural blood-sucking demonbaby... ok, ill shut up... im just saying shes getting a bit anxious.
work this week will be full-on. im looking forward to it. yay! ok, im going to sleep. gnight all. |
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[Jun. 28th, 2009|01:18 am] |
fringe is a good show. im enjoying the characters, and the way the foundations are being laid for their crises and development. olivia is maybe a wee bit la femme nikita for my taste, but the bishops are vastly more endearing than i could have expected. now my eyes itch and that prolly means too much staring into the monitor. plus i have the squished lower vertebrae that come from lying on my belleh all day.
this evening my little triumph was making a disc of albums for my sister. i put 20 on there; stuff i like, stuff i think she'll like, too. she doesnt really dig on the heavier stuff, but theres some good guitar rock, some chick singer/songwriters, a wee bit of hiphop and swing, and some very sweet alt-country. i snuck in the buffy musical soundtrack, and the e-up ep, which im still very proud of. ive written a small guide, asterisk-ing things where i have Moar should she wish it. as i had heaps of space left on the disc, i included Worms, and the first 6 eps of "the Supersizers go...." because shes as much of a foodie as me, although shes wine to my cheez.
ive been thinking about my more complex daydreams recently, and bounced them off lyuba a bit. one is the fromagerie/deli/cafe i always dream of owning, with fresh produce from neighbourhood cottage companies, and my own cheez and smallgoods. i really do fantasise about making good rich cheezes, pates and rillettes, and sossidges. this daydream has me shopping for courses i can take, though im not financial enough to do them yet, and window-shopping on open2view.com for properties in the 'rapa.
another of my dreams is the one where i run a b&b on a restored barge, probably in france. the barge is painted up in gypsy caravan colours, with joyfully applied gilt wherever i can get away with it. inside is more tasteful, cosy, and fits maybe 4 guests, who can charter a trip down river, with breakfasts provided. i could negotiate deals with businesses in each village along the way, and recommend siteseeing... the charente river, for example, passes some very cool ruins, which i remember with shiny affection from a holiday in 1988.
this could be a sign of restlessness. im fluctuatiing between franticly nesting, and dissatisfaction with my current situation. on the one hand i love my house, my friends, my job and my family. on the other.... well, its been a long while since ive been a-wandering, and it makes me gnash my teeth and long for New Stuff.
ill muddle through. its winter, and that always tears me up a bit. it seems better this year, somehow. maybe because im not as emotionally fraught as i have been for the last two years.
who knows. either way, im set for a good fortnight. elvis was due yesterday, so should be turning up very soon, and ive taken some leave week after next for when beka visits. kate mentioned staglands, and im all excited about feeding dears. (intentionally misspelled and mis-pluralised)
still hoping people will make some song suggestions for our next set. anyone?
anyhoo, sleepytime for me, and my kitty is lying between my forearms in front of me, frantically rubbing her chin on my wrist, so she may need a wee bit of concentrated scritches. much love to all. |
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[Jun. 27th, 2009|12:01 pm] |
what a difference a long sleep and quiet morning make. sometimes i just really need my own time. plus, it occurs to me that this is Sophie Hormones Time, which explains some stuff.
anyway, i slept like the dead, and i had wardrobe dreams, and that always kicks ass. =) now i have my washing on, half my dishes done, rubbish semi-sorted out, and an abocavo and two nectarines for breakfast, with a giant mug of tea. lovely. =) |
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[Jun. 26th, 2009|11:41 pm] |
i dont have a lot to say at the moment. it seems ive been trying to turn lead into gold. i guess thats a Growing Up thing. or the realisation is. i dont like it, but im too tired to keep trying.
i had to cancel on the ladies night tonight because i was headachey and blue. i hope they have a wonderful time.
baby sisters due date was today, but elvis is still well and truly Within Building. i suggested mike try holding fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches between her knees to lure him out, and she was Not Impressed. maybe humourlessness runs in my famblie.
i think ill spend the weekend in bed.
oh, yeah, and my drummer has swine flu. for real. caught it in hospital when she was in for asthma. |
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[Jun. 22nd, 2009|07:30 pm] |
the thing with having shitty nanny filters at work is that i can read the comments on my journal, but cant log in and reply to them. frustration!
ive been going to gigs at hole in the wall for 15 years. longer, maybe. its basically an asymmetrical concrete box, with no natural accoustics to speak of. empty, it has little resonance, and full, the crowd sops up any warmth in the music being produced. ive seen professional, international acts and their very proficient techs looking baffled by the lack of luck theyre having with the sound.
blair has been the house tech for about 8 years? theres noone i trust more, and to be honest, i have no idea how he pulls a decent sound out of the place, but he does. he really really does. im not going to stop gigging at hole in the wall, because despite many faults, its my manky and beloved old alma mater of live music and drinking. and blair is the best man to tech it.
on friday night, my mic technique was sub-par and i was cautiously singing at about 75% volume, scared of losing my voice. pete is far better at bellowing, and has more recent live experience. im not going to blame anyone but myself for that.
oh, yeah, i agree that wellington bands play loud, and wellington techs mix loud. =)
in other band-related news, my lovely but clearly mentally deficient drummer is in hospital with serious asthma. i had a yarn with her today and shes so over-committed no wonder her bodys packing up. she teached intermediate fulltime, has private students almost every night after school, is in two bands, and the gilbert and sullivan show coming up... thats a girl who needs to learn the word NO. love her, but srsly, what a muppet.
so, shes in hospital and i have a shitty head cold and a nasty temper.
tonight i tried scones again, and was pretty awesomely confident. i got a nice soggy mixture, and was superfast between wetting it and putting the scones in the pre-heated oven. hurrah! then i made myself my dinner, which was mac n cheez with shrooms, and when my timer went off, i opened the oven to discover it had put itself out. ARGH!!! so i re-lit it, and closed the oven, pretty much resigned to the fact that my scones wouldnt rise after sitting there for 15 minutes, but would prolly taste good, with fresh rosemary and tasty cheez on them. then i sat down in front of the telly wsith my dinner, and completely forgot about them. theyre dark brown. i fail at scones. completely.
tomorrow i try again, damn it. and for the record, my mac n cheez was brilliant. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2009|11:33 pm] |
ive been kinda putting this off all day, cos it doesnt seem particularly real to me, but i promised a gig synopsis.
got to soundcheck at about 8pm after running into a couple of people on the street. smoking and talking to people about bullshit was calming, so all was well when i got to the bar. met the other band, who were supernice, and went and hugged blair. set up the front desk, which i was going to man for most of the evening, and sorted out a float.
when we checked, i was a bit freaked, and blair noted that i had Mic Fear. it was more that im no longer used to having to really eat the mic - at practice theres no competition, we have no noisy audience, the gats and drums arent going through the pa, and so its all about me. once everythings plugged in, i have to be a lot more aware of where the mic is and that threw me a bit. still, she'll be right.
people started turning up from about 9:30, so i jumped on the desk, and at 10, to a pretty full bar (hurrah!) jackson street syndicate started playing. they were solid, playing some tried n true covers, and april-mae has One Big Voice. holy hell, i was blown away. lots of fun.
i realised if i kept being happy and talky at people above the noise, id blow my voice out before i even got onstage, so i wrote up two wee signs, one with the doorcharge, and one saying "please drink to excess" as i figured it would help me sound Great if everyone was tanked. =) helping me at the start, and then taking over completely, was our megan, drummer girl extraordinaire (who, incidentally, was adorable at soundcheck when she heard her kit mic'd for the fisrt time) and kelly and daniel hung around and kept me company, looking AMAZING in their killer threads and kellys perfect makeup and hair.
anyhoo, i passed the buck, so to speak, to daniel after the first band played, and ducked outside for a sneaky smoke. calmly, sophie, calmly. mostly i could only hear my mothers voice in my head - earlier in the evening id called her and she decided that after my food poisoning earlier in the week, it would be more appropriate to say "dont get diarrhoea!!" than to say "break a leg!" ah, nurses and their visceral humour...
so, with that revolting advice echoing in my head, i went back in to the now PACKED bar, and introduced Our Tyler, bless his cotton socks, who was going to grab the mic for a moment to plug his fundraising haircut. for anyone whos actually interested, he raised $13,000 for the wgtn night shelter today, and has a cold cold lil head. yay tyler! anyways, he did his thing, and then introduced us.
and then i suddenly realised i actually had to say stuff, and sing, and i couldnt see dick, and all i could see was two rows of people up the front, ALL of whom i knew (looking at YOU, you cheesy bastards!) and to be honest, its all a bit of a blur. we didnt fuck anything up that really stood out to me, although there were moments where one or another of us would fluff it; my lyrics, sams keys, whatever... i know i started shaky and then pulled myself together a bit more. i know i really came into my own maybe over the last 4 or so songs of the set, when my voice wasnt at its best. i was pitching myself to the gat because i could hear it, but honestly havent a clue if i was consistently in tune. and then suddenly it was over and i thought "i could have done that for another hour" and everyone in the whole world was hugging me and i kinda needed some air, and it was Way more overwhelming to be offstage than on.
so yeah. holy shit. there were moments of absolute clarity; when someone waved a sign at me saying wed sold the bar out and couldnt let anyone in; demelza shakin her patootie and playing tambourine with us; picking on lyuba in Buttercup; seeing kevin singing his ASS off; looking at the other cats in the band and realising we were all grinning like loons..... but for the most part, it just went really really fast. wow.
and afterwards, when the enormous and scary hugfest subsided, we counted up the door (megan took over with her intimidating schoolmarm efficiency for this bit. =)) and not only did i get back my sound-tech fee, and the float id put in, but we also made enough profit to pay the other band a decent amount and split the rest... astonishing.
then i went to midnight for a cup of tea, and then got a kebab and wandered homewards, entirely dazed, and very very VERY fucking happy. then i slept like a baby and dreamed that i had a talking ginger kitten called jeff, lived in the box room of the house my fam had when i was young, and was sleeping with one of my friends. random.
highlights of the night include
- my boss turning up. no shit, he came, he stayed, he loved it, he hugged me afterwards and told me i was a killer blues singer. thinking about now, im crying.
- scott c coming along, and telling me afterwards hes going back to study. holy pants, honey... im still so so stoked for you!!
- people drunkenly enthusing at me "srsly, you need to sing more, i mean really, sing more!!!!!" love you guys. =)
- how pretty everyone looked. honestly, guys... what an effort. =)
and just EVERYTHING.
i feel a bit stink about the people who couldnt get in - so far, from the emails and texts ive been getting, about 50 people were turned away. next time!!!
yes. next time. =) im smiling all over my face right now. =)
and now, a little nervously, i want feedback. not "zomg you were awesome, i love you so much" or "sewing your mouth shut would solve So Many of your problems" but actual constructive feedback. ill start.
"hey, sophie, i thought the energy in buttercup and knock on wood was awesome... you should aim to sustain that on all the songs"
"you sounded like you were losing it a bit on "aint no mountain" but it was only the second song - if it wasnt nerves, maybe you could transpose it down a bit? also, you did no supremes songs... please can you?! and more dusty!"
so, constructive criticism, and song requests! ill collate the stuff and float it past the band for when we sit down next.
thank you to the people who came last night. thanks and Giant Sorry to the people who came and were turned away. and to the people who didnt make it, hope your evening was ace, and maybe next time!
much love to you all. |
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[Jun. 20th, 2009|02:44 am] |
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tomorrow ill post about the gig in full, but right now i just want to say thank you so much to everyone who came along and supported us. youre all amazing and i feel so blessed. what an incredibly marvellous night. i actually love you ALL. |
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[Jun. 19th, 2009|03:49 pm] |
fucking typical. both dresses fit and now i cant choose!!! also, im entirely made of boobs. fo' realz. as i lean over to type this, theyre trying to make a break for freedom.
however, the warmth and reassurance from the Internet People and from my shower have chipped my GIANT FEAR down quite a lot.
so. which dress? gah!
[later] eyebrows tamed, hair backcombed a little, makeup on, freezing my tits off and about to call a cab. shaky and scared of forgetting lyrics. itll be right. =) |
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[Jun. 19th, 2009|02:10 pm] |
well, im failing at napping, so i may as well update.
the gig is tonight, and im pretty scared. ive not been onstage for aver 5 years, and its preying on my mind. this is despite the fact that i know rationally that itll be fine. even if i suck, ill suck with a huge crowd of people who love me enough to hide their embarrassment. =)
last night i did some preemptive self-management, and drank rather a lot of quite appalling chateaux cardboard while dying my hair. today i feel pretty damn seedy, but have no desire to drink, so i shall make it through the gig without shaming myself either verbally or physically. like the gig where i dislocated my knee after our set when i jumped down from the stage? collapsed in pain and managed to get my arse stuck between 2 monitors... had to be extracted and put in a cab by dylan and susannah. lets NOT do that ever again, mkay? ironic that i deliberately got drunk last night to prevent myself from getting drunk tonight. but it works - i cant drink two days in a row.
i think ive settled on the polkadot dress, but of course havent tried it on to ensure it still fits. its short enough to look quite cute with kneehigh boots and tights. i have to straighten my fro, which is nice and red after the fresh dye job, and then tease it up a bit a la dusty. i wonder if i can find my polkadot headband? thatd be cute, and i havent quite overcome my ocd pattern-matching. (some people may remember matching stripey tights, shirt, and armwarmers.) if all goes wrong with that plan, i may be able to shoehorn myself back into the pink dress i bought for phi and serras wedding. otherwise im fucked. FUCKED!
have money for sound tech, and for the float on the door, so my investment has been minimal, and i should recupe it. which means ill actually have money at the beginning of payweek. undecided as to whether to look for desperately needed jerseys, or to try to fill my cupboards - the only thing in them is the odd tumbleweed. srsly, i have nothing in my fridge but condiments, nothing in my freezer except revolting Emergency Vegebles, and nothing in my cupboard besides 1 tin of soops, and a couple of oxo cubes. the pantry cupboard has no pasta, rice, anything like that, and really only has some ricepaper, split pease, and cornflour. pathetic. howd i let it get this bad?
so im clearly not napping, so ima eat that sad wee can of soops, shower, and start the godawful process of trying to make myself look pretty.
much love =) |
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[Jun. 18th, 2009|12:02 am] |
1. went to work for a half day, and felt relatively ok, if very empty and fragile still.
2. got Tardic emails from Nemesis. hes grammatically schizoid, on top of everything else.
3. went to practice for the last time before the gig, and we did really well.
4. et a pie, and felt a lot better.
5. have a cat on my back, naturally - i was thinking about getting up, therefore she sits on me.
6. am positively effervescing at the thought of dying my hair tomorrow night - these roots are appalling.
goodnight moon! |
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| lalalalalala PAIN |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|11:31 pm] |
ten points to janet for recognising the hugh laurie song, incidentally. and 100000 points for having a bebe. =)
so last night i was all happy after band and feeling good, but kinda insomniacal and then suddenly had really shocking stomach cramps. that invariably leads to one Bad Thing or another, and i was lucky enough to get Both. so up all night, gave up on sleeping in my bed because i was too hot, and decided to sleep on the floor in the lounge. hallo fever. went to the gp in the morning, got swabbed, etc, and then all day at home, feeling like arse and getting far too intimate with the loo. and on top of that, bored. i hate being ill. at around 3ish, the lahar slowed and stopped, and at 4pm i got test results back (same day service? its like getting photos developed these days!) i do not have swine flu. therefore its prolly food poisoning, as gastro would still be laying me out. and as ive successfully held down 2 cups of tea and a cup of oxo-soup, i consider myself to be recovering. *knocks on wood* hurrah! so, the week shall proceed, with work, and band and hair-dying and gig. im stoked.
in other news, the incredibly strange film festival this year looks very promising, with dead snow and thirst being two movies ive been dying to see. kevin, nazi zombies? kezia, korean priest vampire love story? the only thing thats srsly pants is that troll 2 is only showing in auckland. anyhoo, im excited. the only thing that doesnt interest me is winnebago man, but everything else seems to be awesome.
also on the horizon is the advent of Bekas Visit, for which i have taken some leave. because thats important! im really looking forward to it.
right. now ima bully myself into sleeping. much love to all. =) |
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| hurrah! a shrubbery! |
[Jun. 15th, 2009|10:06 pm] |
the cheez, for those people who got a little salivatory over it, is Te Mata Irongate. Epic Cheez. as peter, my lovely guitarist said...
"you have my sword"
"and my bow"
*growly dwarf voice* "AND MY CHEEZ!!!"
we practiced tonight, and i was satisfied. we wont be winning eurovision any time soon, but we may just give people a fun evening. =)
baby sisters blood pressure has dropped, and the scan was fine, so no Inducing Of Elvis. yay!
apart from that, ima eat a sossidge roll, and watch an ep of dollhouse, and then sleep. love you all. =) |
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