I speak for the trees.

Merry Christmas!

Mon, 24 Dec 2007 05:55:52 GMT

For the holidays, if you're feeling charitable, here is a list of organisations I support and work with and have great faith in. If you could take a look at these and see if there's anything at all you could do, It'd make me very MERRY (GET IT!?)

LaTeva Nolad (Born to the Wild) is the first, and only, Israeli Wildlife Hospital and Rehabilitation Centre. It operates relentlessly, similarly to Wildlife Aid below, to rectify man's harm to wildlife. I volunteer at the hospital, and know the founder of the hospital personally and can tell you ALL donations go DIRECTLY to the animals. Unlike NSALA and The Humane Society below, which need donations always but are backed by their national public, LaTeva Nolad is in DESPERATE need of donations to keep it going. This sounds like I'm hinting at a specific charity, but I'm really not; I just know the centre well, and I know how bad the situation is.

Wildlife Aid is a British charity that helps injured and orphaned wildlife. Maybe even more admirable than their actual work (12,00 animals saved a year) is their view and motto--they don't interfere with nature, and only try to rectify the damage man does to the wild. You can become a member of Wildlife Aid, purchase a variety of merchandise, adopt a rescued animal, or donate as much you can. Wildlife Aid is currently in crisis since food companies have stopped their support of the centre, a devastating blow to the hospital.

The North Shore Animal League Ameica is the largest no-kill animal rescue and adoption organization in the world. It's also home to a Humane Education program. You can help by donating or adopting any pet, as well as signing up.
Although they are not a no-kill organisation, I also support the (very vast) efforts of The Humane Society of the United States that does excellent work with advocating for a better social policy for animals.

Medecins Sans Frontieres is an international humanitarian aid organisation that provides emergency medical assistance to populations in danger in more than 70 countries. It operates here in Israel as well and I have seen it in action and it is overwhelmingly wonderful.

Heifer International needs little introduction; it's taking an active part in ending world hunger. You can buy shares (or an entire gift!) to provide a family with a source of living, food, and a sense of respect.

Lastly, Save Darfur is a coalition inspiring action to put a stop to the slaughter in Darfur, Sudan. Here, even signing your name is an action--even if you wanted to only wish me a Merry Christmas, it'd take you just as long to sign up.

ETA:I am stupid and forgot to post a link to the Save the Albatross campaign. The problem here isn't so much money, though I know BirdLife is always in need of donations, but rather awareness. Wandering Albatrosses are my favourite bird, and they're facing the verge of extinction over something that can be fixed fairly easily. I'd really appreciate it if you could go and have a look and see the kind of problems albatrosses have at the moment, how we can help them, and maybe pass the link along to your friends?

Thank you. :)

CLARIFICASHUNS: I don't mean to put pressure on anyone to do anything, to get me anything, to donate anything if they feel that they can't. I'm aware not everyone is in the financial state I'm in. Also, I firmly believe and know that at three of the founders of the charities I listed above (Igal Horovitz, LaTeva Nolad; Simon Cowell, Wildlife Aid; Ben Sulliven, BirdLife) also believe that any action for a cause is a useful and admirable one. Passing on the links of these sites to your friends and family would be a HUGE action to take, and would make me very happy as well.

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 22:46:51 GMT

In addition to the serious subject matter of the previous post, I geeve you:

1. BROADWAY BABY KITTON:

I'm flah-eeing hiiiigh, deFOOOOYING gravityyy!

(cat in the back sez: muzeek iz not likely kareer, lulz)

...

2. Brynie's version of everyone's beloved "My Favourite Things" from the everlasting musical The Sound of Music as she sang it in today's lesson:

Cream-coloured strudels with doorbells and poodels*
White paper packages tied up with noodles
Winters that fly with a goose on their wings
These are a few of my favourite things;

Girls in white dresses with ice cream and sashes
Cornflakes that fall on my nose and eyelashes
Wild geese that--oh, wait, I said geese--I like my... shins
These are a few of my favourite things!

When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
When I'm feeling blue
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel--wait, I said the wrong thing, didn't I? Aw, Cocksucker--like glue.**

*more like Sweeney Todd than Sound of Music really
**yes, that is a direct quote

I don't know about you, but that's how I'm singing it from now on!

Mmm, cornflakes.

Thu, 18 Oct 2007 21:24:33 GMT

A lot of people have a lot of ideas about how I grew up and where and who should do what. Boundaries here, forces there, fences, wars, agreements. I know for sure that a lot of people are smarter than I am, but I also think only Israelis and Palestinians know what it's like to grow up like this. Under the always present threat of immediate violence, even it's drowned sometimes in the buzz of laptops and coffee shops, nothing feels the same; noises are perceived differently, people are seen differently, and reality is twisted.

I've been a member of OneVoice for 3 years. I've been called naive a lot, but I've also seen 10,000 people rally for peace on the war-torn ground of Ramallah. I know how the children grow up there with hatred and how the children grow up here with a misplaced sense of constant terror, so I know that 250,000 people screaming, begging for peace, is a reality. We don't have to love each other or like each other. We have to live together, if we want to live.

Today, October 18, was supposed to a big day for OneVoice: simultaneous rallies for peace were meant to take place in Jericho, Tel-Aviv, Washington DC, London and Ottawa. More than one million people were meant to gather, but the Jericho event was cancelled after threats were received from terrorist groups. Tel Aviv event orginisers decided to cancel as well, out of solidarity.

They throw it in our faces. They say that we should have known. All this means is that we're just not done yet. This war will end, and two nations will be formed on this land. The only question is, how much blood will be shed until they do?

I'm asking for your help, if you believe in the cause and the way: speak out for peace. Visit http://www.onemillionvoices.org, make a pledge, and let your voice be heard.

To learn more about OneVoice, a grassroots movement which aims to empower the moderate majority of the Israeli and Palestinian people, please visit the movement's home page.

ETA: The UK, USA and Canada events are still taking place. Take a look at this page. If there's a gathering where you are, and you can join it, then I really hope that you do.

Thu, 27 Sep 2007 23:02:15 GMT

OH HAI CAMPERZ!

I did the friends cut. Dun dun dunnnn. Someone emailed me very offended saying she didn't see the original post and so did not comment, so please to go be checking if maybe you were cut by mistakes also. Just tell me and I'll put you right back but quick! If not, you can defriend me back and we can all frolic along! Cause, who doesn't like to frolic.

friends cut

Tue, 25 Sep 2007 06:34:52 GMT

Okay. I've given this a LOT of thought, and talked about it with two very smart people, and even though I feel really guilty about it, I want to make a friends cut. I think it's just better for everyone. I feel limited here and I think that's not the point. Things have happened lately that make it a little more complicated and I want it all done in good spirits. Really. So if you want to stay, just comment, okay? Some of you are staying even if you comment saying you want to GO. =D Comments are screened and really, truly, no hard feelings at all. I want this to be comfortable for everyone. As Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas says, no drama, no, no, no drama.

Wow.

I can't pull that off.

♥

P.S CATHERINE! Re: belting: Download this. It's No Good Deed from Wicked. Hear her crazy Fiyerrroooooo!!!!!!!!? I belt'd that yesterday. AHHHN!

(and anyone else who wants to download it, do! Super fun angry song. Oh Idina.)

Thu, 13 Sep 2007 02:17:20 GMT

When I can't sleep,
And thoughts are coming and going,
I sit on my bed and count sheep.
The herd jumps over my head and disappears behind my back,
And every sheep that goes by looks just like
The sheep that was there before him.
(or her.)
First sheep and second sheep,
Third sheep and fourth sheep,
Balls of fluff, all alike.
The eighth sheep goes by,
The ninth.

But when the sixteenth sheep comes by
I know that he'll stop and walk around in my room,
and I know that this sheep will stay
and that it has no interest in going along with the herd.

I whisper to him, "Sheep, move. Give me a chance once to
count them all."
But he won't move
And the sixteenth sheep is usually
the sheep that I fall asleep with.

Well
Sweet dreams, a restful, soft night
It's getting late and tomorrow we'll wake up and see
How the day always returns at the end of each nighttime.
Well
Darkness has fallen with might
Only the moon is still shining with its yellow light.
A cricket is chirping its chirp, sings:
Good night.

Shana Tovah.

Le doigt montre le ciel. L'imbecile regarde le doigt.

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 21:22:50 GMT

So, it's French Cinema Weekend on channel 1, and I just watched the most beautiful movie. Sandrine Bonnaire has been a long time favourite actress of mine, since Est-Quest in 1999. I think she really is sort of the quintessential French actress, of the kind of French cinema I adore; subtle, nuanced, allegorical, the kind that uses frame composition and images in lieu of unnecessary words. So I was sitting with my parents in the living room tonight and we happened to land upon a film I have heard of but never got to watch: it's called L'Equipier, which I think is translated to English as "The Light", and if you can get your hands on it, I HIGHLY recommend it. It reminded me very much of The Shipping News, with hope and love in unlikely places, and the imagery is amazing--like seeing a really good book come to life. I do think it's based on a book, and if I can get a hold of it I'll read it; I wouldn't mind trying to read in French, even, if it wasn't translated. It's about time I should read a book in French. I'm considering taking some lessons so I can be more fluent. Anyway, watch the film if you can; if not for the imagery, brilliant direction, subtle dialogue and stunning cinematography, then for this:

OH HAI GREGORI DERANGERE. LETS HAVE ALL THE SECKS, 'KAY? KAY!

PS -

I SEET ON YOUR PALM
EET EES SO COMFORTABLE
AS I SEET I SEENG MY SONG:
BOK
BOK
BOKEE

Two posts in van daee, vat's dis

Thu, 14 Jun 2007 01:16:02 GMT

Guys, please sign this. Ivory trade may well be allowed again which would wound the wild elephant population fatally. It's free and easy and it'll take you about a second. Just speak up. Please.

Also,

HOLLA.

help!

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 23:52:38 GMT

Peoples of musical theatre inclination!

I have a meeting with the musical director of the HUMTW Monday and I need a song. They want me to do a solo on the review. Recommendz? I don't know much about the definitions, but Brynie says mezzo-soprano or alto. I was toying with the notion of "If (You Hadn't But You Did)", which I can do well and it does look great on stage, but the possibility of me fogetting lyrics is way too likely. Plus I want backup songs even if I do work on it with Paul. So? As many suggestions as possible plz!

I'm in ur bloodstream, moderatin ur pain

Fri, 24 Nov 2006 20:20:18 GMT

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.

Shit, her name is Alberta, she lives in Vancouver

Sun, 05 Nov 2006 23:08:15 GMT

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?)

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 16:50:51 GMT

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.

Thu, 02 Nov 2006 06:21:01 GMT

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::

So you wanna be my Mexican lover?

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 00:07:22 GMT

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!

Dammit, Michelle, I'm not Mexican!

Fri, 20 Oct 2006 22:59:11 GMT

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!

long ass update! and things!

Tue, 17 Oct 2006 23:16:46 GMT

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.

Tue, 10 Oct 2006 15:51:33 GMT

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!

everyone deserves the chance to FLY! HA!

Sat, 07 Oct 2006 20:26:49 GMT

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!

Thu, 05 Oct 2006 21:43:13 GMT

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."

God will return and show us mercy, and overcome us missing the mark.

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 00:12:19 GMT

I love Yom Kippur. It's as joyous as it is solemn. I love Kol Nidre when it pours out into the streets and I love how attendance triples at Temple. Even the people who proudly eat bread during Passover go. They put on their white clothes and they pray, and they walk the empty roads. They come home and they fast, they read the papers and talk. I love how it's the same wherever you go.

It's not illegal to drive here on Yom Kippur, but it is taboo, and no one does. Stores are closed. TV channels show a black screen from nightfall to nightfall. The airports are closed and the radio stations air a silent wave, kept open, true to form, for emergencies. It's quiet. It's loud, because there's the constant hum of people conversing, but it's quiet. Distractions are gone. The noise doesn't fade but rather disappears, sharply, by the stroke of five. You'd think it'd be scary, but it's a blessed relief. Everything is flooded with something holy suddenly and it swirls through the air, even between the kids who ride their bikes and gulp down water in the middle of the street, oblivious, free of their duties for now.

Without the noise, people talk. You can only read so much. An entire country shuts down to do something else, for once. They say it's hypocritical, an act of guilt, but it managed to do what all the environmental movements in the world couldn't: a car-free, smoke-free, noise-free day. Completely given to our voices and our bodies. No one sells or buys. Hardly anyone argues. Where I live, everyone meets downtown. I mean, everybody. You get to see people you haven't seen in years. The silence forces us to interact, and we love it--people stay out till 3 or 4 AM. They sleep in the next day and wake up to pray. They sit with their families and talk. They hum absently and then realize it's forbidden, and they smile, and stop.

I was walking out today on the road, right in the middle, and I felt free. I felt chosen. And proud.

Fri, 29 Sep 2006 18:19:40 GMT

OKAY.

My computer = fixed. My internet = fixed. I think. So I'm back. I think.

I feel like shit. Sorry, sorry. But I do. I feel fat and ugly and sucky and icky and I don't want to leave the house ever again. Anyone has any tips for this? Otherwise I might just impale myself on something sharp. Like... a toothpick. (What? it was the first sharp thing I saw.)

Uhm, LONDON IN 8 DAYS.

MEETING KELLY TO GO SEE WICKED.

Kelly + Idina = AMAZING. Plus we talked on the phone. YAY!

I'm gonna go die. And... shower. Hrm.

PS - I'm gonna upload The Wild Party, maybe tonight. It wins my very soul, clearly. Oh, JuliaIdinaTaye.

Fri, 22 Sep 2006 04:17:05 GMT

UPDATE: my internet is fixed but now something is up with my screen. Everything is coming up weird colours and there are blue lines all across it. WHY? WHY?! Anyway, it's Rosh Hashana now, so I won't be able to go get it fixed until Monday. BOO.HISS. It's working, you know, just that... I can't see anything.

Le sigh.

This is making it difficult for me to go over my flist and I am SO SORRY. I feel awful for not keeping updated on your lives. But I really hope everyone is doing okay. Shana Tova (happy new year) to everyone!

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 16:00:11 GMT

HI. So. My internet is bent fucking mental, and it hit me in the face with a shovel and left me for dead, going like, 'Yo, I'm gonna go over here and... notworkanymore. Kthx. PS - I am unable.'

So a nice man came today and got the dial-up started, which, honestly, is possibly even slower than the Evita revival version of Rainbow High ("I... came... from... ::bakes a cake:: the... people... ::plants a tree and watches it grow:: they... need..."), so I don't know how often I'll be on, but at least I have it to keep up with the latest news ~~about Kristin~~ about my schedule for next year. I will be on YIM tonight, I think--Erin? Marcy? I hope it'll keep on working. Either way, I had to say

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEG!!!! (megandjim)

Baby, I wish I could make you a cool thingie on PS7, but it's not on this computer and also it's dead. BUT. I hope you have such a wonderful amazing birthday. You're fantastic and sweet and kind and always willing to go out of your way to make your friends happy and I love that about you. You're hilarious and random in the best way possible and I'm lucky to have you in my life. I love you so much! Ike, Martin, Lewis and Don say hi. KISSES!

My internet should be fixed on Tuesday, as I have spent my day yelling at various computer company related people. I'll be on till then but slowly, so. Anyway, just wanted to let you all know I'm still alive and kicking. (Really, kicking.) I love you all. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEG!

Thu, 14 Sep 2006 06:06:35 GMT

New layout. I know, right? Well, I'm sick and bored, so.

I'm in love with The Wild Party. In love. Julia Murney, ugh, you kill me with your gorgeous voice and your mad acting skillz.

ETA: Wow, I did not have the money to buy that OBCR. Oh well. ::wanders off::

I've got a Q. Why am I bored off my A?

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 23:21:01 GMT

Le sigh. I'm sick. Not random odd Jillie-only type three-month-long sick, just regular type sick, the kind you catch from everyone around you being sick too. What is it about September that makes everyone come down with every possible illness? Anyway, my sister finally came home from India, but I couldn't go see her, because I was sporting a fashionable fever (it's a little less fashionable now) and swayed every time I stood up (which, actually, is still happening), so driving was not really an option. Now I'm home and tired and bored and randomly a little upset. Over being sick, I think. I might cancel my lessons for tomorrow and stay in, watching Will & Grace and feeling sorry for myself. ::sniffs:: I know. I KNOW.

I've been having the strangest dreams lately, like movies, and I need to write them down to remember, except whenever I start to, I can't. It's too blurry even though the images are so vivid in my mind. Maybe they'll make for a nice story. I haven't written in a while.

Turns out my teacher actually spells her name Brynie, and not Briney. Not my fault. It said Briney on her mail. But the website for the Cabaret production she's doing has her down as Brynie, so I asked, and she said it was Brynie. I know you're all fascinated. The point of this was to state that I had a really nice voice lesson yesterday. We're working more on belting, especially head voice type belting, which is... bracing. Once I get there I'm okay, but the transitions are killing me. It doesn't help that Brynie (see?) yells out "HOO HOO! HOO HOO!" every time I pass F, sending me into fits of insane giggles, and then she smacks me over the head for stopping (it hurts! She's strong!). She does like to reference Kristin and Patti LuPone a lot, Kristin for pronunciation and breathing and Patti for projection, which, really, I don't think I could get much luckier than that.

What else. Rosh HaShana. It's a week and a half away, and I'm in charge of baking. My mom is gonna teach me how to do the Challa thing, which I am going to fail at, I can tell. The braiding? Really? But there will be quiche, and a potato and yam type thing. Also honey cake. And apple pie. I actually should probably get started with the planning and the shopping rather than being a giant procrastinating Jew. But, alas. I was born a procrastinator. (And a Jew. Naturally.)

My weekend is shaping out to be busy and stupid. BUT. I get to go to IKEA. ::flails:: That's right! SOLUTIONS FOR BETTER LIVING! Those Swedes, they really do know what they're doing when it comes to furniture and clothing. Also Carolina Klüft. No kidding.