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marguerite_kruxSpeaking of that, though, is it true that you can fatally overdose on Panadol?
This kid at- for a change, neither my old high school nor my mother's school [between us, we've had six attempts in the past year, that I know of]- my aunt's school was hospitalized after she swallowed a heckload of Panadol. This naturally became dinner conversation, and Bec suggested that it was just a cry for attention, that if she'd really wanted to kill herself, it wouldn't be with that, but I'm pretty sure an old acquaintance of mine, doing nursing, said that you really could kill yourself through Panadol overdose. I think. And this girl back in my high school days was taken to the nurse and then to counselling after she started gulping them down like candy.
Mother and Ma were discussing the old Samoan method of choice- weed killer. Mmm. Not. I just watched Juno and felt sickened at the sight of her downing a liter or more of orange juice, so the idea of weed killer...ugh. But apparently they don't sell that brand of weed killer here anyway, so it's a moot point. I don't think kids these days would put themselves out that much, though- either they go for the pills, or they go for the dramatic method of driving into oncoming traffic. Yah. Still not understood that.
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Health.
I'm determined not to be a hypochondriac, therefore I will not flail over the potentially life-threatening skin disease I've come down with, but calmly mention in a casual aside this oh-so-inconvenient rash I've developed on my finger tips. It's quite disgusting-
My skin's peeling off- not like, the little flakes you get from not moisturizing enough [and hey, I'm a moisturizing freak, I hit that Olay bottle each time after I've washed my hands, and a dozen times besides that] but the whole tip of three of my fingers on my left hand have been de-skinned, one after the other. I had to wear bandaids, it squicked me out so much. Don't worry, the skin re-grew but god, I was worried I was turning into a living zombie [ha, oxymoron, no?] except I haven't developed a taste for brains. Yet.
In addition to what I'm attempting not to think of as some strain of leprosy, I've had a blast from the past with a few of these little- skin bubbles. I don't know what to call them. They're not pussy- gross!- just clear little bubbles filled with some sort of clear watery substance. I had them a lot when I was a kid, the doctor suggested they were caused by, get this, chocolate. I hated his guts. My parents put me on a strict chocolate diet, any hint of swelling and they'd institute a chocolate ban.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some walking disease carrier. Like I said, the skin-peeling was only happening on a finger at a time on the left hand, and I wasn't overwhelmed with the bubbles, they're teeny little things and only a few of them developed, but yeah. I don't know what message my body's trying to send me. If it's cut down on chocolate consumption, though, it can go to hell. I refuse to heed that quack's dubious medical advice, all right? This was over a decade ago in Fiji, FFS, what did he know, right?
I don't mean to be disparaging, but it's either mock his diagnosis or give up chocolate. Hmm. Tough call, that. Look, if I had to go on a life-long chocolate ban [or god forfend, eat it in moderation] or di young...well, I'd choose to die happy. I eat at least two family size bars of Cadbury a week, I'm not giving that up.
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Fandom woe.
And unexpected pleasures.
Is anyone having trouble with Photobucket? I had the most miserable time last week, I came into uni early on Thursday and Friday to try and upload my photos, and the frakking site refused to co-operate. Each time I tried to upload a photo, it'd inform me that the process was complete, despite the glaring absence of the bloody photo. Then when I protested, it would simply freeze ominously- and shut down. Niiice. Real mature. I registered a new account and tried again, but the same non-result. *bashes head against wall repeatedly* WHY?
So I found a new site- snapfish, which I keep reading as snapEfish, lol, um, no, I don't have Snape on the brain, not at aaaalll- and finally managed to upload my photos. I then triumphantly made my way over here to LJ to post about my awesome convention experience- except WHAT DO YOU KNOW? IT WON'T LET ME. *breaks down into tears* You know how when you overload it with photos, it gives you that nasty error message about having a too-large post, indicating you need to delete some crap to make room? LJ did that to me, over and over and over, even though my post wasn't as large as some of my previous picspams, even though I kept deleting more and more photos til all I had was TEXT and it STILL REFUSED ME.
Why is the world against me? *woes*
I was already having the most irritating day possible and then I got a message from Katherine saying she had to cancel our weekend sleepover. Last week she told me that she had this whole week available to me, except she kept putting it off later and later til it was the weekend- and then at the last minute, she decides to go in to work. So. Yeah. I was feeling quite crappy.
But then! The silver lining in the cloud! I drag my sorry ass over to my grandmother's place for some TLC and lo! A shiny package in the mail! I check her mail for her as I head on in, and usually it's just junk ads or bills and such, but on Friday, the day I most desperately needed something to cheer me up? My season 1 Castle dvds from the amazing carolune04 arrived. I cannot tell you how ecstatic I was feeling, my mood swung dramatically from 'I want to step in front of a car and let all my worries get smushed into nothing' to 'zomg, the awesomeness! This calls for a marathon and lots of junk food, whee!' *snuggles carolune* Thank you, sweetie! Saying you made my day? Total understatement. You redeemed what was otherwise a terrible waste of oxygen and made it worth getting out of bed at all. ;D
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Vidspam.
Another one of my old fanvids. No mockery, pretty plz.
This kid at- for a change, neither my old high school nor my mother's school [between us, we've had six attempts in the past year, that I know of]- my aunt's school was hospitalized after she swallowed a heckload of Panadol. This naturally became dinner conversation, and Bec suggested that it was just a cry for attention, that if she'd really wanted to kill herself, it wouldn't be with that, but I'm pretty sure an old acquaintance of mine, doing nursing, said that you really could kill yourself through Panadol overdose. I think. And this girl back in my high school days was taken to the nurse and then to counselling after she started gulping them down like candy.
Mother and Ma were discussing the old Samoan method of choice- weed killer. Mmm. Not. I just watched Juno and felt sickened at the sight of her downing a liter or more of orange juice, so the idea of weed killer...ugh. But apparently they don't sell that brand of weed killer here anyway, so it's a moot point. I don't think kids these days would put themselves out that much, though- either they go for the pills, or they go for the dramatic method of driving into oncoming traffic. Yah. Still not understood that.
---
Health.
I'm determined not to be a hypochondriac, therefore I will not flail over the potentially life-threatening skin disease I've come down with, but calmly mention in a casual aside this oh-so-inconvenient rash I've developed on my finger tips. It's quite disgusting-
My skin's peeling off- not like, the little flakes you get from not moisturizing enough [and hey, I'm a moisturizing freak, I hit that Olay bottle each time after I've washed my hands, and a dozen times besides that] but the whole tip of three of my fingers on my left hand have been de-skinned, one after the other. I had to wear bandaids, it squicked me out so much. Don't worry, the skin re-grew but god, I was worried I was turning into a living zombie [ha, oxymoron, no?] except I haven't developed a taste for brains. Yet.
In addition to what I'm attempting not to think of as some strain of leprosy, I've had a blast from the past with a few of these little- skin bubbles. I don't know what to call them. They're not pussy- gross!- just clear little bubbles filled with some sort of clear watery substance. I had them a lot when I was a kid, the doctor suggested they were caused by, get this, chocolate. I hated his guts. My parents put me on a strict chocolate diet, any hint of swelling and they'd institute a chocolate ban.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not some walking disease carrier. Like I said, the skin-peeling was only happening on a finger at a time on the left hand, and I wasn't overwhelmed with the bubbles, they're teeny little things and only a few of them developed, but yeah. I don't know what message my body's trying to send me. If it's cut down on chocolate consumption, though, it can go to hell. I refuse to heed that quack's dubious medical advice, all right? This was over a decade ago in Fiji, FFS, what did he know, right?
I don't mean to be disparaging, but it's either mock his diagnosis or give up chocolate. Hmm. Tough call, that. Look, if I had to go on a life-long chocolate ban [or god forfend, eat it in moderation] or di young...well, I'd choose to die happy. I eat at least two family size bars of Cadbury a week, I'm not giving that up.
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Fandom woe.
Season 2 of Merlin makes me sad.
Because of this.
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I won’t begrudge other shippers their joy at having their pairing made canon- if I can’t be happy, at least someone else is. [Not like the epic fail of SGA which shot down two main ships and made nobody happy, except for Keller!obsessives]
I had a dream that the dvd for the entire season was already out here in Australia [lol, considering it takes months, if not years for a dvd to come out round here] and I was tempted to buy it but then I remembered that it went from the promising multi-shipping aspect of the amazing season 1, which catered to Morgana/Arthur [original!ship], Morgana/Merlin, Morgana/Gwen AND Morgana/Uther [guilty!ship], as well as a gazillion other permutations, to the new and historically-approved Arthur/Gwen. *criz into pillow*
I cannot bring myself to watch it and see the new direction without feeling bitter at what I’ve lost, you know? I’ll pretend it ended at season 1 and just relive the earlier glory. *nodnod*
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And unexpected pleasures.
Is anyone having trouble with Photobucket? I had the most miserable time last week, I came into uni early on Thursday and Friday to try and upload my photos, and the frakking site refused to co-operate. Each time I tried to upload a photo, it'd inform me that the process was complete, despite the glaring absence of the bloody photo. Then when I protested, it would simply freeze ominously- and shut down. Niiice. Real mature. I registered a new account and tried again, but the same non-result. *bashes head against wall repeatedly* WHY?
So I found a new site- snapfish, which I keep reading as snapEfish, lol, um, no, I don't have Snape on the brain, not at aaaalll- and finally managed to upload my photos. I then triumphantly made my way over here to LJ to post about my awesome convention experience- except WHAT DO YOU KNOW? IT WON'T LET ME. *breaks down into tears* You know how when you overload it with photos, it gives you that nasty error message about having a too-large post, indicating you need to delete some crap to make room? LJ did that to me, over and over and over, even though my post wasn't as large as some of my previous picspams, even though I kept deleting more and more photos til all I had was TEXT and it STILL REFUSED ME.
Why is the world against me? *woes*
I was already having the most irritating day possible and then I got a message from Katherine saying she had to cancel our weekend sleepover. Last week she told me that she had this whole week available to me, except she kept putting it off later and later til it was the weekend- and then at the last minute, she decides to go in to work. So. Yeah. I was feeling quite crappy.
But then! The silver lining in the cloud! I drag my sorry ass over to my grandmother's place for some TLC and lo! A shiny package in the mail! I check her mail for her as I head on in, and usually it's just junk ads or bills and such, but on Friday, the day I most desperately needed something to cheer me up? My season 1 Castle dvds from the amazing carolune04 arrived. I cannot tell you how ecstatic I was feeling, my mood swung dramatically from 'I want to step in front of a car and let all my worries get smushed into nothing' to 'zomg, the awesomeness! This calls for a marathon and lots of junk food, whee!' *snuggles carolune* Thank you, sweetie! Saying you made my day? Total understatement. You redeemed what was otherwise a terrible waste of oxygen and made it worth getting out of bed at all. ;D
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Vidspam.
Another one of my old fanvids. No mockery, pretty plz.
