the sickness came earlier this week... was worried it was strep, but then my entire head clogged up and i developed a hacking/rumbling cough. i've still got it, but it's on it's way out, hooray. my flounder is sick, too - his fins are coming off slightly on one side, but i'm treating it aggressively and the medicine seems to be holding his fin loss at bay.
i have lost the ability to sleep during the day, or even just till late in the morning. not good for recovering from my sucky cold, let me tell you. and been having angry dreams - chlorinated water is now a well established element of my dream vocabulary. recent dream: my dad and i were at a swimming pool, and i had this doll in my hands that i wanted to throw and have smash into his head like some reverse birth of athena. but not so very long ago, in real life, i threw a pen at my dad with more anger than i think i'd ever permitted myself to acknowledge having before in my life... i was inwardly surprised when not only did it fail to strike him senseless, but missed him entirely and made my parents laugh. i'm a logical person; i can explain my surprise only by considering the curious emphasis i always put on will and also the fact that i'd never allowed my emotions to take over and thus halfway expected to transform into some hulk-like monster of destruction. but i didn't, and so in my dream i didn't throw the doll to smash his head open, knowing that i'd likely miss. was a very reluctant decision, though, and leaves one feeling a touch unfulfilled. instead i either ignored him or swam away, and concentrated on swimming like a mermaid, a talent of which i was infinitely proud of as a child. after that i think my dad faded away, as did the doll, but i was still in the chlorinated pool (even if i was approaching mermaidom, which is highly uncertain). and bah. have been dreaming these things long enough to know that chlorination is something i need to get away from.
entirely unrelated: night after night i also discover in my dreams that one or another of my fish has died. they need to not do that.
xie visit! such awesomeness. was so very sick all while she was here, but it was really, really good to see her. we went up to d.c. to see the burlesque show - was *awesome*. only sadness is that we weren't able to catch up with anyone else from the site - though we ran into a fellow whose conversation included condescendingly trying to explain to me why interracial relationships are wrong. he said animals in nature keep to their own species, and "there are actually *three* species of man"... was like "caucazoids" and "negroids" and something else... when it became clear i wasn't buying, he attempted to be charming and suggested that we agree to disagree. then he went off to find his buddies, and xie and i went and hid on the other side of the balcony. we kinda kept to ourselves after that.
but oi... pearl's hula-hoop routine has got to be one of the single most fantastic things i'll ever see
the whole show was pretty beautiful.
am still researching corset construction stuff... asked a toss-away question on an online board about how corsets impacted dancing/ what kinds of boning people would recommend for a corset one might dance with, and got this rather terrifying answer:
Many time, when you ask a question, I see a second question. I think you ask: How can I been a famous dancer in corset?
The answer: You have need of some corsets from a reputable corserry, because you have only one body.
...the great difficulty by corset training are the four lowest stiff free ribs. You can bend the free ribs slowly, by several years. But the free ribs will press your back one-sidedly, because the one bend more than the second and the dancing will press your back from the top, and a accident is foreseeable.
You can break the free ribs and form they quickly, but the breaking ribs will stop your dancing by many months. As you never start again.
You can remove the free ribs by operation!
If you in a appear on television, tell as the art and the dance are for you, and you show your free ribs on blue velvet, as proof. Your are famous immediate and been never forget.
i have an immense amount of respect for somebody who speaks more than one language, but seeing as i'm not interested in pursuing waist training, or in becoming a famous dancer, or - least of all! - in removing my free ribs to place on blue velvet for display, the reply kinda caught me off guard. lol...
went to the cobbler's, and he hammered the nail back in and gave my boots back to me and didn't want any payment at all. that was really nice of him, and unexpected.
i have lost the ability to sleep during the day, or even just till late in the morning. not good for recovering from my sucky cold, let me tell you. and been having angry dreams - chlorinated water is now a well established element of my dream vocabulary. recent dream: my dad and i were at a swimming pool, and i had this doll in my hands that i wanted to throw and have smash into his head like some reverse birth of athena. but not so very long ago, in real life, i threw a pen at my dad with more anger than i think i'd ever permitted myself to acknowledge having before in my life... i was inwardly surprised when not only did it fail to strike him senseless, but missed him entirely and made my parents laugh. i'm a logical person; i can explain my surprise only by considering the curious emphasis i always put on will and also the fact that i'd never allowed my emotions to take over and thus halfway expected to transform into some hulk-like monster of destruction. but i didn't, and so in my dream i didn't throw the doll to smash his head open, knowing that i'd likely miss. was a very reluctant decision, though, and leaves one feeling a touch unfulfilled. instead i either ignored him or swam away, and concentrated on swimming like a mermaid, a talent of which i was infinitely proud of as a child. after that i think my dad faded away, as did the doll, but i was still in the chlorinated pool (even if i was approaching mermaidom, which is highly uncertain). and bah. have been dreaming these things long enough to know that chlorination is something i need to get away from.
entirely unrelated: night after night i also discover in my dreams that one or another of my fish has died. they need to not do that.
xie visit! such awesomeness. was so very sick all while she was here, but it was really, really good to see her. we went up to d.c. to see the burlesque show - was *awesome*. only sadness is that we weren't able to catch up with anyone else from the site - though we ran into a fellow whose conversation included condescendingly trying to explain to me why interracial relationships are wrong. he said animals in nature keep to their own species, and "there are actually *three* species of man"... was like "caucazoids" and "negroids" and something else... when it became clear i wasn't buying, he attempted to be charming and suggested that we agree to disagree. then he went off to find his buddies, and xie and i went and hid on the other side of the balcony. we kinda kept to ourselves after that.
but oi... pearl's hula-hoop routine has got to be one of the single most fantastic things i'll ever see
the whole show was pretty beautiful.
am still researching corset construction stuff... asked a toss-away question on an online board about how corsets impacted dancing/ what kinds of boning people would recommend for a corset one might dance with, and got this rather terrifying answer:
Many time, when you ask a question, I see a second question. I think you ask: How can I been a famous dancer in corset?
The answer: You have need of some corsets from a reputable corserry, because you have only one body.
...the great difficulty by corset training are the four lowest stiff free ribs. You can bend the free ribs slowly, by several years. But the free ribs will press your back one-sidedly, because the one bend more than the second and the dancing will press your back from the top, and a accident is foreseeable.
You can break the free ribs and form they quickly, but the breaking ribs will stop your dancing by many months. As you never start again.
You can remove the free ribs by operation!
If you in a appear on television, tell as the art and the dance are for you, and you show your free ribs on blue velvet, as proof. Your are famous immediate and been never forget.
i have an immense amount of respect for somebody who speaks more than one language, but seeing as i'm not interested in pursuing waist training, or in becoming a famous dancer, or - least of all! - in removing my free ribs to place on blue velvet for display, the reply kinda caught me off guard. lol...
went to the cobbler's, and he hammered the nail back in and gave my boots back to me and didn't want any payment at all. that was really nice of him, and unexpected.
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before I was born
that I was once a mermaid
and that I should stay away from the Atlantic,
because it will try to call me back.
I have not yet been able to test it
because I haven't been close enough to it.
But I dream about it sometimes.
OO i rem. one of my dreams today, its sad though i died tryin to save my exgirlfriend. some how we got lost in richmond and our car broke down so we started walkin down the block we were on. we rounded a corner and there were all these thugs beatin the crap out of each other, sarah paniced screamed and started to run which made everyone's attention turn to us. they started to chase us and started shootin at us for some reason, i pushed her to the ground and layed on top of her so she wouldnt get hit. and i remember something smacking my head and my shirt being wet. i touched my head to see what it was and i realized that i was shot in the ear and it came out the back of my head, blood was everywhere right after i realized that i collapsed on sarah and woke up.
it makes me wonder what it all means