Stupid stupid stupid.

I am desperatly cold, and I woke up this morning after having a weird dream feeling like I was drowning, as my nose is stuffed and it's hard to breath with a sore throat. I suppose it wasn't the best of ideas to run around in the May snow having a snowball fight with Rene, but he's probably never seen snow before, let alone in springtime. Hehehe..I got that delightful little foreigner right in the face.
Anyway, how am I? Sick, but Festival is so much fun. The reason I've lost my voice is I did a lot of high-pitched noises in Commedia yesterday, so it would figure my voice was like "Fuck you!" and went off somewhere. I have had to give up solid food, so it's ice cream for dinner tonight. Curses.
I wrote some poetry and did some doodles. That's basically how I use my time when I'm waiting for studio to start or inbetween shows. I did a rather cute picture of a girl in a bathing suit holding a shell to her ear. The poem is as follows:

The Beach
by Kat Long

Standing on the shore
Waiting for the tide to come
To come and take away my soul away
And release me from this mortal prison
Waves crash and ebb
Crash and ebb
Timeless
Killing the rocks
Ignoring the world under the
Brilliant noon-time sun
Warm sand and cool water
The sounds of ancient spirits past
And birds singing
Standing on the shore
Waiting to die


I had to make a few changes, but I quite like it. It isn't supposed to be depressing or morbid, but whenever I'm at the sea, I always feel happy and content, and I sit on the sand, just waiting calmly for when my time comes.
Ahh, poetry. I think I'll stick to art.

What else was I going to tell you? Oh goodness, I'm too bloody tired to write it this instant. I shall type it later today or tomorrow.

Going on a rant in 3...2...1...

Holy freaking crap. Man, no one ever seems to have anything better to do than complain. Everyone I have talked to today just bitched bitched bitched. Now, I too have complained, but I have a damn good reason: illness. And it isn't as if I keep going on about it. Okay, I'm sick, which sucks, but damn it, it isn't an enormous deal. But I repeat, everyone just bitched and moaned and complained about how crappy their lives are.
So, perhaps instead of griping about it, do something. You don't like your friends? Find new ones. You're just annoying the friends you already have. You don't like your body? You can do one of two things. Accept the way you look and embrace it as a beautiful thing, or diet or workout or take better care of yourself. But don't expect it to happen overnight. School sucks? I heartily agree. School is a pain in the teenage ass, but value the education some people would die to have. We really take school for granted. You tied up in some dramatic love triangle/trapezoid/parallelogram? Untie yourself. Seriously. It did wonders for me. Bitter about life in general? Kill youself. You're using up oxygen that is very precious to those of us who aren't stupid morons. I realize that I am being hypocritical because now I am complaining, but what do you expect? Seriously, you're all pissing me off.

I digress.

Shall we have music? Yes, I do believe that is a jolly good idea!

The Devil in the Wishing Well-by Five for Fighting

I met Jane in the center of the Earth
It was dark there was dirt all around
But I gather you can figure that
Jane says I'm your body in the night
And I'll lead you where you might find yourself
Better if you follow me
So go right you'll be left at a big hotel
You'll meet the devil at the bottom of the wishing well
You know you better give him something
Give him something good
Like everybody else he's misunderstood

Jane says it's a long way out
I'm gonna make it out
Cause I'm about her
Jane says you're as Holy as a ghost
But who loves you the most
If you offer I might let you carry me

Jane there's nobody here but yourself
In the end it's the wealth of your spirit
Now hurry up get on with it
I went left I got right at some big hotel
There was a devil at the bottom of the wishing well
He said you better give me something
Give me something good
Like everybody else I'm mistunderstood

Jane says its a long way out
I'm gonna make it out

I took a guess and cut a portion out of my heart
He said that's nowhere close enough but it's a damn good start
I wrote the secret that I buried on the wishing well wall
He said I seen one
It follows that I've seen them all
We spoke of human destination in a perfect world
Derived the nature of the universe (found it unfulfilled)
As I took him in my arms he screamed I'm not insane
I'm just looking for someone to understand my pain

It's a long way out
I'm gonna make it out


I adore that song.
You know what is uber-creepy? Bonsai's tail is missing. She can still swim fine, but her lovely delicate little tail has either fallen off or been torn off somehow. She appears to be growing a new one though. Perhaps they shed? Although Bamboo still has all of his original fins-even though they are turning black as he grows bigger. Maybe goldfish have the same thing as salamanders and newts. You know, they can regenerate their tails. Although I do hope it isn't a sign that little Bonsai is about to pop her clogs. I shall be ever so sad if she dies. How long do fish usually live? I've only had mine for...oh...about three months. I don't think I'll flush her. When they do pass on into Goldfish Heaven, I shall wrap them in Kleenex and bury them in the park. It is safe to go there now. Oh...I do hope Bonsai isn't going to die. But it isn't a very reassuring fact that most goldfish die before there first canister of fish flakes is empty. Curse their short life spans! I adore all my pets-even the evil budgie-and I'm ever so worried. I shall have to take extra special care of them, and keep the cats out of my bedroom.

Dude...I am so ill.

I'm sick and very contagious.

I tried to be a brave little trooper today, and attempted to go to school, but I realized that I'm not doing anyone any good by spreading my strap throat and mono around. Plus the fact that it hurts to blink, eat, breathe, swallow, turn my head, move my limbs, talk, drink, and all that other stuff that one should be able to do without pain. Although I am mighty proud of myself. I got up, showered, and even dressed before I decided to crawl back into bed and not move for a few hours. Usually I give up shortly after my alarm clock wakes me up.
It's rather a good thing I stayed home today. As I have already said, I would probably spread my germs and then the actors could get mono/strap throat and that wouldn't be any good, but also, I've been having fever induced halucinations. Damn I hate those. I was pouring myself a glass of milk, and I watched in horror as the toaster and the food processor proceeded to have sex. I barely noticed when I overfilled the glass and poured milk all over the counter. Stupid sick.
Anyway, apart from being a walking germ-pile, things are pretty good. I haven't blogged in a while. Performances went well, the party was fun, and I look forward to Festival with great anticipation. Yayay!
Okay, I'm going to crawl back onto the couch and pray for death. I'd just like to take this time to thank God for whoever invented pain killers. God...I feel like crap.