God bless you, Tramadex Forte. Get inside my tummy and go go go! Now you know I normally hate medicine. But, I swear to God, when these stomach aches start, nothing helps. And I just wanna swim in a pool of Tramadex. I wanna have one of those beer hats, except with Tramadex drops instead of beer, and a stylish beret instead of the plastic hat, perhaps a tweed beret, with a small tweed flower. I wanna lap at a bowl of Tramadex until I wake up four days later with my clothes on backwards and a sticker of Baltimore on my forehead.

Oh, speaking of backwards clothing, apparently Taye Diggs was seen rubbing cheeks with Ashlee Simpson in a spa. Oh, Taye. I thought you were the clean one in the family. Touching your bare skin to it? Who knows where that face has been? Honestly. It's unsanitary. The rest of the implied romance is clearly false, as this is page 6, and also because, for it to have happened, a dog would have had to have eaten Taye's ability to, you know, discern, but my issue here is with how the article opens: "Idina Menzel, you'd better watch your man"? How about "Ashlee Simpson, Idina Menzel will knock your gross fake tan off with one hearty transatlantic bitchslap, cause girlfriend thinks she's black, and she's tougher than you anyway, and beneath all those dresses she's really kinda built, if you know what I'm sayin', and she's got that massive jaw, so you do not wanna mess"? I like that one better.

And a belated Thanksgiving to all my American friends, and an even more belated (belateder!) Thanksgiving to all my Canadian friends, and happy whatever it is to the Brits, like, Bank Holiday, or whatever. Tea Time. Scone Week? Whatever it is, have a good one.

ETA: Marcy honey, I got your message. I was sleeping. The meds. I'm really sorry. Call back when you can? I'm charging my phone now.

AAAAAGHGHGNGNGNGNGNGHHH.

Dear Jillie.

Kindly stop doing weird things to yourself, like rupturing your eardrum by blowing your nose too hard. If only because, what do you know, rupturing your eardrum HURTS. A LOT. And you CAN'T HEAR WITH THAT ONE EAR. And people are like, "Hey, Jillie, you look nice today!" And you're like "How DARE you call me a stingray?!" And you have to go to the doctor and the doctor is like, "::hahahahahahaha:: I MEAN THIS IS VERY BAD! OOOH NO!"

Also, hurting your eardrum makes you really really dizzy so you can't drive back up to Jerusalem and you miss class, again, and then you're pissed off at yourself, again, and you walk into walls because of your dizziness. By the way, stop laughing when you walk into those walls, it's not funny. 'Kay?

Thanksalot.
Jillie.


Dear Cold,

Give me back my voice, goddammit. And enough with the snot. Seriously, we get the point.

No Love,
Jillie


Seriously. SERIOUSLY. I'm really frustrated. I'm missing class and homework and my Masterpieces professor is being really annoying. AND MY SHIFT KEY ISN'T WORKING. Insert whine here.

I POUT VEHEMNTLY AND STOMP MY FOOT.
=/ (see?)

Alright. I'm a giant asshole. I'm not even kidding right now. This post is open for my entire flist to see, and anyone else who wants to. Because this really is by far one of the worst things I've done. mousie962, Jess, had a birthday, and I forgot about it. And I didn't say a word to her, and I didn't post anything on here. I started school and I'm really sick and things got hectic, and I missed a few other birthdays as well, including my brother's, but that's no excuse. Because Jess is the person who emailed with me every day, four times a day, during the hardest time I've been through these past few years, and just because I told her I'd like her to. And to this day I don't know if she knows how much she has helped me, but she saved me with those emails. Saved me. And Jess is the person whose support and faith in me never ceases to amaze me. And Jess is the talented and sensitive and compassionate and kind friend anyone would be lucky to have, and she's the person I'm grateful for everyday, and she's an inspiration to me, and I forgot her birthday and made her think I don't know what about why I didn't email or call.

Jess, I'm sorry. I'm so so so sorry. This is just the stupidest thing I've done in a very long while. I had no ill intentions, but that doesn't make up for it. I love you so much, and I do hope you had a good birthday, and I'm sorry, SO sorry.

Me = back + sick, but Marcy = awesome + birthday, which is > than me = back + sick.

HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY MARCY BABY. (I'd post sooner but teh internets in my apartment in st00pid.) I'm glad we met. I'm glad you exist. I love you. I love you more than pie.

Happy happy birthday, sweetie.

And now, the birthday song IN HEBREW:

YOM HULEDET SAMEACH
YOM HULEDET SAMEACH
YOM HULEDET L'MARCY!
YOM HULEDET SAMEACH!

...v'eod harbe!

=D
::birthday flap::

DAMMIT MICHELLE!

I'M NOT MEXICAN!

Best. Catchphrase. Ever.

Srsly.

(Aya, don't worry, I'm giving you credit for it. It's very popular at Hebrew U now, you should know.)

HI SCHOOL. How do you be so awesome? My roommates = awesome. One of them is also blind. That's only really important because, when she first moved in, she was opening her bag in the dark, and I was almost like, "why don't you turn on the light!" But then I saw that she, you know, couldn't see. And I was glad I saved myself from saying at least one inappropriate thing.

But seriously. My roommates are awesome. Ayala is such a sweetheart, I love her. I made her watch Candide and she didn't complain once. Our apartment is great, and my room is YOOGE, so it's teh fun. I have to walk quite a bit everyday, but hey, at least it's a workout =D My classes are mostly great, Theatre is fantastic and so is English other than the proficiency classes (snooore), which are made better by the fact that, OMG KELLY MARCY LISTEN, there's a girl in my class who looks EXACTLY. LIKE. IDINA. I sweartogod. She's so gorgeous. She has the same hair, the same eyes, the same nose, the same jaw. She even dresses like her, pre-Wicked, I mean, and it's adorable. I couldn't stop looking at her today. She seems sweet, too. She's gonna be my friend, I've decided. Hurrah!

AND THEN TODAY I WENT TO AN AUDITION. Yes! I sang in front of everyone! And I loved it. I love being on stage because I'm such a yooge attention whore. I think I did pretty well--I sang It Never Was You. And I got a round of applause! The Hillel Theatre Workshop is doing West Side Story this semester, in English, so I auditioned, and I should know Sunday if I got something. It was exciting either way and I'm so glad I went.

So yeah. Me = happy. I'm sorry for not answering comments individually on the previous post, I still don't have internet at the apartment so I couldn't. But I'm home for the weekend so I will now. KISSLES!

hahahahahahaHAHAHAHA.

dementedrainbow writes the best dialogue ever. EVER. Aya, I keep going around randomly going, "so you wanna be my Mexican lover?" And then answering myself, "Dammit, Michelle, I'm not Mexican!" And I laugh. Hard. Also I put a note saying "Dammit, Michelle, I'm not Mexican!" on my bulletin board. Truly, truly. You win my liiiife.

I HAVE A QUESTION.

What should I bring to my dorm tomorrow?

Please, college people, gimme a list. Anything you remember bringing and finding useful, anything you remember not bringing and needing... anything at all. I'd really really appreciate it. Plz? KTHX!

I'm home!

Sorry it took me so long to update. Busy few days since I came back Sunday. Didn't do anything much since Thursday really, mainly reeling from the IdinaKellyShock of amazingness--it really was almost life-altering, definitely a big help in knowing that studying theatre is the right choice, and I didn't talk to Idina a lot, mind you, just a sentence, but something about her just won't let you go. In the hauntingly good way. We did manage to visit Covent Garden one more time and go see a gorgeous, gorgeous Modigliani exhibition at the Royal Academy (I still get excited about the see through elevator!) and pwn'd M&S by taking away allll its bras. (Well just three. But they're really good.) We got to Camden as well where I got gorgeous boots. Pictures soon (Kelly, my camera died, but I'll email the photos to you ASAP. PS--you should see me in the morning. OH HELEN.)

Then I slept through yesterday because I barely slept the entire week and a bit I was in London, and today I went to get a key to my dorms. AH! I couldn't move anything in since they weren't done cleaning, but I saw the house itself--I have a room all to myself (it's big, too) and two housemates. We all share a bathroom and a big kitchen, there's another small toilet AND there's even a porch. I like that I have a room all to myself because I can decorate the crap out of it with my musical theatre shrines art posters. ALSO FLORAL PATTERNS. I was pretty excited to meet my roommates, but only ended up meeting one, who is named Ayala, which is a gorgeous name, but she seems pretty... tame, although I shouldn't judge, and tame is better than crazy (unless it's Kristin crazy). She studies sociology and women's studies, and I was like OMGWTFERIN!!!111eleventy! But she stared at me tamely with her tame look and I was like, well if she's really that tame, she's gonna tamely wanna kill me by the end of the month. BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M SO LIVELY. ALSO FLAILING. I could be off, though. Plus there's a third roommate who I shall meet in three days when I actually move in with all my stuff, so we shall see.

I'm getting ready in the meanwhile making a bulletin board like the one I have in my room. Catherine, pretty much everything in the purple folder is going on it. MUAH!

In other news, The Fed > You. I am definitely a huge Fedhead. And slowly falling for Espinosa, too. Alright, quickly. Also, the way Kelly says "The Fed" > The Fed. Well, almost. OH MICHELLE FEDERER(RERERER. I can't stop!). How do you be so awesome? AND PRETTY? I love you. You complete me. You're even cute with Butzsex 4 Teh Win, that's how cute you are. And I would gladly pinch your titbone.



I would, I really would.

Hello friends!

An update from a sadly not so rainy London. As charming as ever, though. We arrived Sunday after a particularly short flight and our luggage actually came this time. I know, right? We got to my cousin's house and had all teh funs! I was actually totally exhausted so I fell asleep on her floor... Classy, I know. Then we went out to a pub and came back here to sleep. My sister and I went to Covent Garden yesterday and I bought a SHIRT! It was on SALE! And a DRESS! It was NOT on sale. But it's for Wicked. What? Hmm?

THAT'S RIGHT, WICKED KELLY IDINA.

TWO DAYS, BABY.

...then we saw a crazy Broadway store. It was all Broadway, Broadway, Broadway. CDs, books, posters, you name it. I almost DIED. But then it was closed. WHAT??! Thank God we pretty much go to Covent Garden every day, haha. What?

We also went to the National Gallery and FLEET STREET (Erin!). I was like SHOW ME THE DEMON BARBER! We did the usual, Jubilee market, James and Neal street, etc., but I love it, I do. And I took a picture near the giant Evita sign at the Adelphi. Cause I'm just that cool.

Today I'm home since my tummy is being very silly. Nice going, stomach. I might go out later tonight if I feel better but basically I'm preserving all my strength for the Idina squeeage on Thursday. Tomorrow we might do something a bit less touristy BUT I still have to pay a visit to H&M. Ah well. There is time still!

What else. I have a cold, which is not surprising, BUT, I sneezed on the tube and banged my head against the glass. What a proud moment that was. My iriver is dead and I can't afford a new one. Theft?

I probably won't be able to reply to comments individually BUT please comment. I'll give you cookies. I'm a wittle homesick, truth be told. BUT WICKED.

Love and kisses! I miss you!

Alright, so I suck big black cock for not existing as of late, but I'm off to London. IDINA IDINA IDINA! WHAT? Wish me luck at the airport as those bastards are strict. Ooph. I'll have internet access there so I should be updating, I hope. Kelly, email me? I love all of you! KISSES!

OMG. BEST DAY EVER. I go to the post office to find an amazing package from Erin! THANK YOU BABY! It had clothes from Delia's (!!!) and two presents from Erin: a hilarious figurine (crazy cat lady!) and a gorgeous necklace I am wearing right now. It's so stunning. AND 1776! AH! It's up on my bulletin board, Erin! BECAUSE IT PWNS! I'm still working on figuring out your handwriting... =D Thank you so much sweetie! Everything is just beautiful and it made me so happy. MUAH!

I've been super busy with London stuff, so sorry for not being around! I promise a more substantial update later, but I'm sooooo (5 Os) tired. Mmphbed. KISSES!


PS - The Megan Mullally Show = PWN. "No. This is how I roll at the gym."