Sunday, 17 December 2006
update rant
I've been sick for the past 3 days, and it wasn't a neat sick. It was a messy, horrible sick that left me sitting on the bathroom floor in a night-dress, trembling, wishing that somehow I could be transported into a body of a person who took vitamens and ate well and did all that other tedious stuff that aparently keeps these temporary bugs away from your door. But it's over now. I could say that now I'm going to be a better person for it, take vitamens and do all that other crap and learn my lesson, but I won't.
My friend told me that she was jealous because the bug that I had, (i shall call it 'oswald'), made me lose 4 kilograms, which is something like 8 pounds. How stupid. I don't want to lose weight. My sister says that if I lose any more weight i'll be one of those "skinny bitches" that do nothing but eat celery and ponder the world of glucose. psh. Not going to happen, Ainz.
It's alway interesting being sick. For those days, the world revolves around you. And I don't mean that in an egotistical everything-is-about-me sort of way, what I mean to say is that it literally revolves around you. You stay still, thinking that if you stay still enough, you won't upset whatever part of you you're afraid to upset (don't ask what 'oswald' had me afraid of), and people and life just continues on around you. Life becomes one of those puncy music video's where there's a gay guy who's apparently really straight walking through traffic in slow-mo, while traffic wizzes past him at crazy speeds. A friend pops in to see how you're doing, a lawn-mower man comes to do my lawns for me, a neighbour rings the bell to ask a question, a few phone calls, perhaps a midday movie and all the while you're passing out, only seeing snippets of all of these occurances, and all you want is for the world to be slow with you.
I guess sometimes life (without Oswald) is a bit like that. Everything goes by so fast that sometimes we miss the smaller details. I mean, think about how many images you see in one day. There's no way that we could possibly remember everything; if we could our brains would probably scream in protest and go on a holiday. I doubt even people with photographic memories could remember that much. I think I'd recommend 'surry'. (to my brain. I've never been to 'surry', but it sounds funny.)
anyway, enough dodgy writing. hope you didn't actually read all this. (sorry if you did.) x
My friend told me that she was jealous because the bug that I had, (i shall call it 'oswald'), made me lose 4 kilograms, which is something like 8 pounds. How stupid. I don't want to lose weight. My sister says that if I lose any more weight i'll be one of those "skinny bitches" that do nothing but eat celery and ponder the world of glucose. psh. Not going to happen, Ainz.
It's alway interesting being sick. For those days, the world revolves around you. And I don't mean that in an egotistical everything-is-about-me sort of way, what I mean to say is that it literally revolves around you. You stay still, thinking that if you stay still enough, you won't upset whatever part of you you're afraid to upset (don't ask what 'oswald' had me afraid of), and people and life just continues on around you. Life becomes one of those puncy music video's where there's a gay guy who's apparently really straight walking through traffic in slow-mo, while traffic wizzes past him at crazy speeds. A friend pops in to see how you're doing, a lawn-mower man comes to do my lawns for me, a neighbour rings the bell to ask a question, a few phone calls, perhaps a midday movie and all the while you're passing out, only seeing snippets of all of these occurances, and all you want is for the world to be slow with you.
I guess sometimes life (without Oswald) is a bit like that. Everything goes by so fast that sometimes we miss the smaller details. I mean, think about how many images you see in one day. There's no way that we could possibly remember everything; if we could our brains would probably scream in protest and go on a holiday. I doubt even people with photographic memories could remember that much. I think I'd recommend 'surry'. (to my brain. I've never been to 'surry', but it sounds funny.)
anyway, enough dodgy writing. hope you didn't actually read all this. (sorry if you did.) x
# posted by Hil : Sunday, December 17, 2006
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poor baby! I'm so sorry you were sick. I didn't even know! :( I'm a bad friend.
But I will have a phone again soon. Oooohh, I miss the poor little thing.
*HUGS*
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But I will have a phone again soon. Oooohh, I miss the poor little thing.
*HUGS*
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