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Ex

19:43 / 27.04.04

That helps no end, BiP. Ta. I will shun hirsute self-mutilation and instead hie me to a reliable barbers tomorrow. And hand over a tenner and take along a picture of Alison Bechdel, or some other 3D role model.

Moshing without hair - temporary fake wool dreds really allow you to mosh your head off. Also good because, if some nutter tugs one, mine usually drop out instead of taking my scalp with it.

19:49 / 27.04.04

All the kids in Repo Man have their heads shaved in a variety of interesting ways and they seem to have no problems with their moshing. So if I suddenly, unexpectedly, find myself in a moshpit, I shall have to pretend I’m in Repo Man.

19:51 / 27.04.04

But Ex, I want to see you look like your face has been photocopied, I'm intriged. Wool dreds must be put in tightly!

Goodness Gracious Meme

19:51 / 27.04.04

me, i'm still mithering, but think what actually want is a snazzy asymetric shearing rather than a straight crewcut, which i can't manage. so might hold off.

never gone completely bald, but my parents' reaction to first crewcut it thus:

s-mum: ooh, lovely nice and neat/easy to look after(she's a very tidy lady)
dad: it'll grow back quickly, won't it?

19:54 / 27.04.04

Muppets rock. Especially those in The Dark Crystal, Labyrinth and Fraggle Rock.

19:59 / 27.04.04

And The Electric Mayhem band, natch.

STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK

19:59 / 27.04.04

All muppets are good. I go bed now. I may not be able to do sentences, but I can still spell. I so definitely need sleep. Tho I'm assuming my dog will have already bagsied the pillow...

Goodnight lithers. Goodnight sweet lithers. Good night, good night...

I have to sort out my TS Eliot issues. And soon.

20:04 / 27.04.04

G'night Stoatie.

Im outta here too, folk. Gotta grab some food before I head out into the world.

c u

20:05 / 27.04.04

Goodnight, chaps.

Goodness Gracious Meme

20:11 / 27.04.04

nnight, sleep well Stoatie and Keg. Stoatie's dog, is almost certainly already sleeping well.

I like this 'civilised hours' late shifting.

Ex

21:13 / 27.04.04

I am also turning in. I toyed idly with my fringe in the hall mirror, but when I picked up the clippers I found that my better self had actually taken the plug off the cable. In order to slow myself in just such a situation.
This feels frighteningly like very drunk people hiding bottles for the next time they're very drunk. And slightly depressing; there is a part of me that doesn't trust myself. I have internalised my mother. Blergh.

Night, all.

PS - Photocopied?

21:16 / 27.04.04

You told me your friend with the wool-extention-induced receeding hairline looked like her face had been photocopied.

Ex

21:35 / 27.04.04

Ah, yes... it's not a look I strive for. 'Xerox chic'.

Night all.

Goodness Gracious Meme

21:40 / 27.04.04

*g* Ex, that is amoozing. but probably means yr better self knows hir stuff.

21:51 / 27.04.04

I think none of the cheese freaks are still here, but I feel like I should do this job just for those particular lateshifters...Cheese assistant. You know it.

22:01 / 27.04.04

I know a cheese assistant; although not a cheese making, but a cheese selling assistant.

Although I do love cheese, I feel I should more appreciate mature cheddar than I do; preferring mild, which I know tastes a bit like plasticene. I do like brie, but lacking knowledge of how to cook with it perhaps confines my enjoyment of it. I used to go to a restaurant that did mango and brie in little filo pastry packages, which were *mmm*, but they turned out like slightly exotic chips when I made them.

22:16 / 27.04.04

M&S sell Camenbert in breadcrumbs which you put in the oven till they melt and then dip in cranberry sauce.

I don't think I need to go any further.

03:14 / 28.04.04

"cheese is like glue in the colon...and a man can't make love with a sticky colon." - Johnny Rzeznik

22:04 / 28.04.04

So...anyone? I believe it's lateish.

22:14 / 28.04.04

I most certainly do! I'm being torn in all directions; I need to pack for going to Glasgow at the weekend, I need to pack stuff for the forseeable future for London, I need to clean out my fish, go to bed, be online, be at gym, compile evidence of my performance experience, look for people to give me grants.. all at once.

Naturally, lateshifting's my biggest priority. How do I find you this evening?

22:18 / 28.04.04

(((((bop!!)))))

Got soaked earlier this evening, an absolute torrent of water came thru from the empty flat above. A washer had gone, apparently. Or something. Anyway, it all came down on me and my stuff. Fun all round.

How are you?

22:49 / 28.04.04

I'm kinda of alright. I have tonsilitis, and a video which includes me landing on my arse in a most humiliating fashion has been circulated through half the population of Inverness, but yep; I'm good, ta. Am muchly looking forward to going to this gym festival this weekend and being a star. Maybe.

Has anything exciting in your life been published on a lateshift since I've been lateshiftily disabled?

23:14 / 28.04.04

Christ - does anything exciting ever happen in my life? I’m sure if it did, I’d be sure to post about it on an internet message board in the wee small hours. No, still the same mundane old rubbish happening every day here. Luckily, I’m quite attached to my mundane rubbish, as it happens. I don’t much hanker after the glamorous life of an international superspy. The thing I’ve been most excited about all week was being given, out of the blue, a giant-sized jar of olives; because I absolutely love olives, yet I’d never buy something like that for myself. *That’s* exciting to me. I don’t care.

So - you’re home in Scotland now, is that right? And hence the domestic net-access again. Hence the lateshiftyness. (*pennies drop in my head*)

Tell us about the gym festival. That's a real event, right? not just some kind of weird joke?

23:25 / 28.04.04

Hehe. It usually looks like a joke. About 1000 gymnasts, teams of 3- 60, displays with dance/gym/tumbling/balances/lots of glitter/baton twirling old men/three year olds running around like loonies/disney themes very common/costumes; some are good (like mine, naturally), some cringeworthy, everyone gets a medal anyway so nobody gives a shit; a disco/ceilidh on saturday; It really is the most camp weekend of the year.

And oh how I love it.

I've never been able to bring myself to eat an olive, truth be told, because of the reactions on the faces of everyone I see eat one. The other night I was having dinner with a friend of my brothers, and was brought bread with olive oil to dip. I nearly spat it out- I'm sure it tastes lovely, but I use olive oil to shave my legs, so it would be a similar reaction to someone eating shaving foam in a restaurant. Blech.

I have yet to go on my unicycle since I've been home. I'm absolutely terrified that I wont get into the circus school and I'll have no idea what to do with my life, and end up being a binlady. Whereas if I get in, I have three years before I become a binlady.

23:39 / 28.04.04

Oh. My. God. Have you really applied for circus school? Wow. Well, when you get in, be sure to keep proper notes and we shall surely collaborate on the greatest comicbook the world has ever seen. Tank Girl meets Harry Potter meets the kids from Fame. Of dooom. “Based on true stories by gingerbop, art by bedhead”. We’ll get so rich we’ll employ JK Rowling to clean the toilet. With the Queen’s tiara, even.

And Kegboy can draw volume two.

23:48 / 28.04.04

How fabulous!
I have auditions for it on June 7th-8th; what I thought was funny is that I go to evening classes there- they know I live there on my own, turn up alone at night every week, yet it said on the audition invitation that because I'm under 18 I need a parent to come with me. And they're moving to greece on tuesday! But my dad's flying back for it. I need to make a 3 minute show of my skills- for which I need music that has varying speed and isn't crap, and probably isn't Blue Monday (I've used it for my floor routine for about 5 years, so have too many preconceptions about what to put in it- I'd rather start afresh, but panic may get the better of me).

So yeah. It's all seeming vaguely real now.
What's less good is that I have an ever expanding crush on my tumbling coach who's ex-british gymnastics champion and Nivea model and most lovely, and as if it wasn't inappropriate enough that he's my coach, he's also gay. *sigh* tis always the way.

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

23:58 / 28.04.04

Wanna disco, wanna see me disco?

I'm hear and I feel like dancin', oddly! Although I think I might have broken my big toe, also oddly. I find it hard to tell with these things, because I could barely move it as it was previously.

And just for bed head, I'm still hungover! I don't know how I do it!

00:00 / 29.04.04

Bop, you so should start a thread in the Music forum asking for suggestions and/or Mp3s for a three-minute gymnastics routine. Just to see what wonderful sounds you’d get to shimmy to from the Barbelith crowd. It’s the probably the best way to get a hipper-than-God soundtrack at short notice. Plus, it’d be fun for everyone.

Hey, Suede!

00:07 / 29.04.04

I'm not quite sure how, but the whole vague technology thing completely passed me by. I have no idea how you'd go about even opening an MP3, less so getting it in any tangible form. I'd imagine a CD burner thang would help.

I think I might go to bed soon, before my throat joins in the middle. I woke myself by snoring yesterday for the first time. Bloody tonsils; I dont see why I cant just spit them out.

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

00:10 / 29.04.04

My toe hurts.

00:14 / 29.04.04

How did you manage to break it?

00:20 / 29.04.04

I have twice broken toes. Once I fell on beam. And once I was skipping around my house, and forgot to stop before I hit the chair, with my little toe going to one side, and the other 9, along with my body, going the other.

Is it very sore, swollen, purple/grey and isn't moving? Congratulations, you have a broken toe. Um... not that much different is done from a non-broken toe. I offer my condolences to the toe, and shall dream of it's speedy recovery.

Goodnight, Heads.

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

00:21 / 29.04.04

Well, I'm not sure I broke it. And I certainly can't remember what happened... this is why I don't drink so often!

I remember looking at it when I got home, and was about to go to bed, and thinking "hmm, my toe sure looks larger, and possibly as if it has blood on it and the nail is split in two. How odd."

And it seems when I awoke I was right! I'll just see how it goes, I guess.

Suedey! SHOT FOR MEAT!

00:25 / 29.04.04

Thanks bop! It is swollen, sore, not really moving (it really never did, this toe has caused me trouble before*) but not very pruple. I figure if it gets purple I'll do something about it. But then, do you really need to do anything about a broken toe?

*Indeed, this toe often causes me to stumble, by way of being so lazy as to sort of "hang down" rather than staying on the same level as my other toes. Cue scuffing it on the floor every so often, tripping over my own toe which fails to realise what it should be doing, stumbling, and feeling a bit silly. Stupid toe.

00:31 / 29.04.04

Goodnight Bop. Get well soon.

I broke my toe the once, by kicking a wall like an idiot. I was really really mad, about something so important I can’t remember now what it was, and so I kicked a wall, hard, in a in a kind of hissy petulant manner. Cue instant agonising pain, and the realisation that my toe is now broken and the agonising pain isn’t going to be going away anytime soon and this is what comes of getting mad and I’d better stop being silly and calm down right fucking now because it’s the only way I’m going to get even slightly comfortable, ow ow ow. Which taught me.

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