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I planned on drawing today, but I couldn't, I couldn't even even figure out the right way to put the pencil on the paper.
I fucking hate being ill.
I'm going to try and make some intestines tomorrow, if this flu dies down a little. That'll be fun.
I did have a pretty good week, lots of birthdays, so lots of celebrations.
There was our Moulin Rouge party for my housemates Luke and Jess's 21st. We decorated the house up a TREAT.
The devastatingly brilliant tented ceiling. (Made from table roll!)
Missy Elliot and a Diamond Dog.
Then there was Jess's 21st party at Afterskool in London, where I exercised my right to commit Piracey, and which was an amazingly fun night!
(For some reason, Helen always brings out the best in me in photographs!)
I also did a photoshoot last weekend for Michelle/Poisoncore. It was kind of an experience! I've never done anything like modelling before, and my first experience involved being submerged in a bathtub of cold blood for an hour!
Nonetheless, the pictures turned out pretty well, and a day or so after we did it, Michelle offered Lynzi, Jessie and I 'jobs' with her company - which is one of the most exciting opportunities ever!
Particularlly as they just won a contract with ATLANTIC RECORDS. Wow. I'm so looking forward to being able to do some work towards that!
I had been looking forard all week to going home this weekend, although I just got a rather shit phonecall from home, which has made me think prehaps I shouldn't go.
If it weren't for my sister being so ill, I probably wouldn't, but I think she wants to see me and it's the least I could do. To be honest though, after what I just experienced, it's no wonder my sister has gotten so fucked up. In a matter of 20 minutes on the phone to my parents I was reduced to tears and threw up. In quick succession I was told my G.Uncle has died AND was already buried(and no one bothered to let me know!?) Had my mother talk something crazy about someone called Sue (who quite possibly doesn't exist) and about not being able to cope because her Dad is dead (he died a year ago-no mention of her bloody uncle who was just put i the ground) -clearly off her pills.... Then listened to my parents have a roaring argument saying how much they hate each other and how each of them couldn't give a shit about talking to me/picking me up friday. Then my Dad decides to shout at me on the phone because I'm too much of a lazy fuck to go into work, even with flu and because my sister is going to Spain and I took all the fucking suitcases, then suddenly he switches to, "hows this work thing then?" (the point at which I go into (slightly flu-enduced) shock = tears, followed by puke. I mean WTF? I actually had to hang up the phone on him, I couldn't even speak.
So god knows if I actually will even get picked up friday. I might call and tell them not to bother.
To be fair I'm used to shit like this - it's usually when my mom gets a low, and my dad can't react in any other way than getting angry and taking it out on me. It's just really dissapointing, as I was really looking forward to going home and having a break from all the shit.
Christ. It was quite strange the other day at work they had radio 4 on, and there was this big feature about 'living with bi polar disorder' - apparently comic relief is focusing on mental health issues this year. And it was really odd to listen to other people, mostly children talk about what it's like living with a parent with mental health issues. I think some of them have dealt with it a lot better than I have. It's been really odd recently too, like on the day my Mom phoned to tell me my sister had gone into hospital, she started talking about her own problems, and what it had been like for her when she was younger and first diagnosed, and she never really talks about things like that. Probably because I don't really care anymore, so long as she stops fucking up mine and my sisters lives... So whey! Maybe if everyone wears a stupid foam nose on friday, I'll stop getting shit phonecalls...
Wah. Didn't mean to turn this into a moan. My evening just got rubbish halfway through this entry. *stops now*