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Dec. 5th, 2002 11:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neverwhereI was going to write an extremely long, ranting entry about my miserable day, and how sad and sick I am. But I just can't be bothered -- I seem to have LJ 'moods', where one week I will want to update everyday and am excited and happy to do so, and the next I will update only once or twice and not want to write anything, no matter how important my news might be. This has definately been one of those weeks.
Brief summary: Am furious because I have completely lost my voice and will be unable to do anything other than squeak painfully when I try to sing tomorrow night. Also have been shouted at several times for absolutely no reason, and was basically told that I am a worthless piece of shit with a bad attitude who will amount to nothing. By someone who is supposed to be my friend and mentor. I cried unceasingly for over an hour before I could make my way home, leaving my clown-like stage makeup to bleed down my face and leave my cheeks a riot of purple and green, and my eyes so red and bloodshot it looked like I was on drugs (something, let me just state for the record, that I have never and will never do) and gave me the look of a demented circus freak, so everyone was free to stare at me all the way home. *sighs wearily*
Talking is painful, I ache all over, I feel weak and stupid for sobbing my heart out yet again.
Sigh.
Well. Anyway. I think I'll go pity myself a bit more before heading to bed. If anyone would like to pray for me, or just wish me good luck tomorrow night, it would be very appreciated.
*hugs you all*
Brief summary: Am furious because I have completely lost my voice and will be unable to do anything other than squeak painfully when I try to sing tomorrow night. Also have been shouted at several times for absolutely no reason, and was basically told that I am a worthless piece of shit with a bad attitude who will amount to nothing. By someone who is supposed to be my friend and mentor. I cried unceasingly for over an hour before I could make my way home, leaving my clown-like stage makeup to bleed down my face and leave my cheeks a riot of purple and green, and my eyes so red and bloodshot it looked like I was on drugs (something, let me just state for the record, that I have never and will never do) and gave me the look of a demented circus freak, so everyone was free to stare at me all the way home. *sighs wearily*
Talking is painful, I ache all over, I feel weak and stupid for sobbing my heart out yet again.
Sigh.
Well. Anyway. I think I'll go pity myself a bit more before heading to bed. If anyone would like to pray for me, or just wish me good luck tomorrow night, it would be very appreciated.
*hugs you all*
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Squishy snaky hugs.
Date: 2002-12-08 08:36 pm (UTC)and what does she find..? A Hobbit hole!
Ooooh my precioussss. You mean Hobbit is not happy? Professor Snape called you a what???
Nevvie a squib?? Mystical magical musical magnificent Nevvie. NEVER!
So I guess it is... er..not a good time to have another Dementor round for dinner. But wait till you see what I got in my pocketses..... a handful of hemlock tea bags, monkshood muffins....foxglove fritters.... I'll get Severus to sample them first...shall I?
Squishy squashy slushy kisses from a quirkie cuddly Dursleyish Dementor.
Oh and don't tell my ma - I'm not supposed to say this - but keep practising those Patronus Charms.
Re: Squishy snaky hugs.
Date: 2002-12-09 05:38 am (UTC)Slushy kisses? Sounds slippery and slimey...just like you. ;-)
*pouncehuggles*
*munches delicious foxglove fritters*