Sick Day @ MindSay 
i feel sick
Dixie currently feels:
Sick 
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Today I had to take the day off - I already had a check up with the nurse at the Crossfell Health Centre - and I also happened to be at the start of a developing chest infection on that very day.
How typical?
I'm being told to stay off tomorrow too.
Yesterday in the library, I was told by many that I shouldn't even be in school.
During my lessons, I had to sit with my salbutamol blue inhaler next to my pencil case on my desk - having to take it every time I started coughing.
I'm not meant to take it too much in one day, I don't think.
I think I took it about 30 times in 5 hours - and by quarter part 3, I was shaking and slurring my speech - and getting my words mixed up.
One thing I said to Sam in Media Studies was: "Scham... Pass uss the glooooue..."
Then I was chewing on some cardboard - as we're making stages for music programmes out of old copier paper boxes, and the print had all dissolved in my mouth.
So I turned and asked: "Scham, has my purple gone tongue?"
I did the same thing when I was talking to Claire in the library after school.
"Is that your schript for Schweet Charity?"
"I juscht wanna go home... Make schome iche water... I might use a whole cube of iche trays."
She said I was talking like I was drunk.
I noticed it myself.
It was very funny. :)
The check-up wasn't as bad as I expected.
Fine, I didn't care for the idea of the stethoscope being shoved up under my bra, but, you know.
I got to do a peak flow test too.
THEY ARE SO GOD DAMN FUN. :)
Though, painful sometimes.
I only ever get to do them when I'm ill, so... Not good.
Ian and Lisa took us there and back.
Ian's my brother, and Lisa's his wife.
They're both funny and really nice people.
I like going to their house sometimes.
They come out with really random things and I laugh.
But neither of them like the sound of my laugh.
I got a chocolate and toffee eclaire from Morrison's, and ate it when I got home.
It was really rather lush.
Ian bought me the new Nintendo magazine too.
I got free Wii remote decals.
I might stick the Sonic one on my Wii remote, brighten it up a bit.
I played some Guitar Hero III during the afternoon.
I got some more 100% scores on Medium level and pwned some more n00bs on Face-Off over wi-fi connection.
Ah, the fun.
I'm currently addicted to Fires At Midnight by Blackmore's Night.
I love the guitar solo near the end, and the bit where Candice raises her voice to sing.
All of Blackmore's Night's songs seem to be about the moon, the stars, the nighttime, and dancing with witches and spirits.
It all seems a bit Wiccan.
But it's supposed to be Medieval Folk Rock.
Eh, who knows.
Music artists are indeed, confusing people.
http://meddlingkidd.wordpress.com/2008/03/14/movie-quote-trivia/#comments
Here are the rules:
1. Pick 10 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess (if you know them all, please don’t guess every one).
4. Strike it out when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. No Googling or IMDb-ing. That’s cheating and that’s no fun.
1. -Which of the cities visited did Your Highness enjoy the most?
-Each, in its own way, was unforgettable. It would be difficult to - Rome! By all means, Rome. I will cherish my visit here in memory as long as I live. Roman Holiday guessed by sandyquill
2. - Well, everyone knows Custer died at Little Bighorn. What this book presupposes is... maybe he didn't.
3. -There's nothing tragic about being fifty. Not unless you're trying to be twenty-five.
4. -SHOW ME THE MONEY!! Jerry Maguire guessed by Andreux
5. -'I'm as mad as hell and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Things have got to change. But first, you've gotta get mad!... You've got to say, 'I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!' Then we'll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it. Network guessed by sandyquill
6.-Hey, you wanna hear a story 'bout this boy? He owned a dairy farm, see. And his ol' Ma, she was kinda sick, you know. And the doctor, he had called him come over, and said, uh, "Uhh listen, your Ma, she's lyin' there, she's just so sick and she's weakly, and uh, uh I want ya to try to persuade her to take a little brandy," you see. Just to pick her spirits up, ya know. And "Ma's a teetotaler," he says. "She wouldn't touch a drop." "Well, I'll tell ya whatcha do, uh," - the doc - "I'll tell ya whatcha do, you bring in a fresh quart of milk every day and you put some brandy in it, see. And see. You try that." So he did. And he doctored it all up with the brandy, fresh milk, and he gave it to his Mom. And she drank a little bit of it, you know. So next day, he brought it in again and she drank a little more, you know. And so they went on that way for the third day and just a little more, and the fourth day, she was, you know, took a little bit more - and then finally, one week later, he gave her the milk and she just drank it down. Boy, she swallowed the whole, whole, whole thing, you know. And she called him over and she said, "Son, whatever you do, don't sell that cow!"
7. -No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling? Breakfast at tiffany's guessed by snuggs
8. -She's my sister AND my daughter!
9. -Fasten your seatbelts, it's going to be a bumpy night! All about eve guessed by snuggs
10. -Hate is a very exciting emotion. Haven't you noticed? Very exciting. I hate you too, Johnny. I hate you so much I think I'm going to die from it.
so im at home sick with a huge migraine and a gag reflex that makes me feel like im eating mold. but besides the fatc that im sick im still havin an allright day today... and half day yesterday. sitting around, sleeping, watchin movies and playin gears of war, phone with the lovely becka. so all in all its pretty good. im a little bored now because its 10 and im up allready. but w/e.
i have a dr's appt at 11:20 that i need to goto to find out why im sick.... blah
so for now im gone... im gonna sleep.
-The3rdDarkling
My day started at 4:30am with me trying not to vomit, all in vain. I was so sick, the room was spinning, and it took every effort on my part to even get to the toilet. I'll spare you the rest of the disgusting details, let's just say I stayed in bed all day and had to cancel my appointment with Andy Gokee, a guy who's sort of my agent, with whom I'm working with to finish this comic book I've been talking about all year. For the entire month so far, each time we attempt to meet together to go over my work, I or he has gotten sick or some other unavoidable accident or appointment comes up and we've had to cancel. He tells me not to worry about rescheduling, but I still feel guilty. I feel even more guilty for not having a lot of work done this month. It seems like every chance I get to be alone at home, I end up sleeping or vegging out in front of the television. OR I'm here in the university computer lab browsing around Mindsay looking for things to do and read. It's like I'm dilberately avoiding being productive artistically and all night long last night I was desperate to draw something -- ANYTHING -- but am petrified by a block. I'm also putting a lot pressure on myself to make it PERFECT because it's my first real gig as a book illustrator. All other projects I've had in the past were practice for this. And yet my heart is not in this as much as those other projects.
I really shouldn't feel so sorry for myself, or so anxious, but it's one of those things, and I swear I didn't have the flu this morning, I swear I was so scared that my body physically made it impossible for me to even leave the house today. By the time I felt well, I was terribly hungry. Yet as soon as I made something for myself to eat, I was sick again. So I put away my food and took a long lie down. My chest and stomach felt so raw and sore, it felt like the middle parts of me were caving in. When I hit the blankets, I literally sank into a very disturbing dream...
The dream started out pleasant enough. I was in an old car with several members of my family and my friend Miya. A man I didn't know was driving the car through a rough northside neighborhood in Milwaukee. Then, out of nowhere, a big black dude who is the spitting image of a guy who stabbed a man in my neighborhood in Stevens Point on Monday brandishing a huge two-by-four hit the car and the car went spiralling out of control. The car literally flipped over with all of us inside. Even though everyone was okay, the man with the two-by-four started yelling all sort of profanities at us and the man who drove our car told us to RUN. Somehow Miya and I got separated from everyone else and we were both bleeding. We were chased by a huge group of disgruntled people from the nieghborhood. Neither one of us had any money to bribe them to leave us alone. We came to a martini bar and thought it would be a good place to hide, but everywhere we went, we were still pursued. "They want to kill us," I told Miya, "we have to keep going!" Miya was strangely silent throughout the ordeal and she followed my every move, huddling very close to me, shivering. Besides looking out for myself, I felt protective of her. As we were chased out of the bar, I started throwing my jewelery at the people chasing us, hoping that would buy us some time. But all that did was gain me some insults and accusations that my silver and gemstones were fakes.
We next came to a crowded sports bar I recognized from the east side. It was there that we thought for sure we were about to be killed. We were cornered by football players dressed in green and white. For some reason I felt that by offering my sexuality to them that this would save our lives. Somehow I convinced a rather young player to come with us into a secluded area in the back of the bar. I promised him that he could have both Miya and I at the same time if he'd spare us from his fellows. It was revealed that he was virgin and the other players liked the idea that their buddy would get a threesome as his first time, in fact they wanted to watch. We knew that if we didn't get privacy, they'd gang rape us. Since the guy was shy, he managed to convince them not to watch. *Phew!* We got him into the back room, proceeded to trick him into thinking he was about to get the time of his life, and then, when he was completely naked, Miya and I proceeded to brutally kill him. Blood was everywhere! And yet he died very quietly, seemingly not even in pain. After the murder, we squeezed out of a narrow window to freedom.
Next we found ourselves in a baseball park near the new sports dome in Milwaukee. It was there we encountered a live newscast taking place. We got the attention of the reporter and he promised he would help us as long as we continued to keep on talking about our experiences as fugitives. "Fugitives?" I asked, surprised. "We're not fugitives, we're victims! We just survived a car accident and nearly got killed by a mob!" The reporter just nodded his head condensendingly as if we were just being silly women. He led us to an abandoned house where there were a lot of children in tattered clothing, unaccompanied by adults, and they growled and hissed at us like they were animals. In order to get into the house, we had to walk a plank of wood. The wood creaked underneath us and I feared we'd both break it if we stood too long on it. Once inside, we were prevy to a terrible scene. The children were, indeed, brutal animals and quite insane. They were particularly proud of a series of severed heads and limbs that they had made into decayed flesh puppets. One of the severed heads was that of my old friend Andrew, the other a younger man I did not recognize with a buzz cut and dark eyes. Somehow the heads were still alive and they hideously grinned at us. As we approuched the heads for closer examination, it was apparent that the heads were not alive but manipulated to near life by a series of hooks and strings and pulleys.
I was so mortified that I screamed out loud, "WE WILL BE AVENGED OF THIS ATROCITY!" Miya and I immediately did our best to rescue the heads and, therefore, immediately became entangled by the series of hooks and strings and pulleys! Yet somehow we managed to get the heads out of the house. Instead of going out the way we came in, we went out the back. In the backyard of the house, it was beautiful. There were flowers everywhere and the children outside were nicely dressed accompanied by several doting adults. When we were spotted with the heads by a little girl in a blue dress (who looked suspciously like Miya's daughter, Rowan, but older) we were alarmed that perhaps the sight of us would cause a panic. But it did no such thing. "You need to get to that man over there," the Rowan-like girl pointed at a tall blonde man in a white poet's shirt and brown leather leggings. This man was very beautiful and I recognized him as Lugh. He told us to bury the heads and come to him. "I will take you home, unharmed," he said and I woke up.
When I woke up I discovered that I had tossed and turned in my sleep. My blankets and sheets and pillows had been thrown off the bed and I was in a cold sweat. For several moments I lay there waiting for reality to seep in. I was worried that the events I had just dreamed had really happened. My stomach and chest felt better, but I was still muscle sore. I stretched and took a shower. The hot water felt great and soon I was ready to finally eat something and face the world again.
Still shooken up by my dream, I made sure all my jewelery was still safe and I prayed to Lugh with thanks for helping heal me. I watched "Ugly Betty" and "Grey's Anatomy" and soon I was no longer sore or nauesous. I had to come to the computer lab to see how the rest of the world was doing. Whenever I have a crazy dream like that, I just have to make sure everything is all right. Apparently, it is, and I hope tomorrow will be better.
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