Help originalnilson go to college...

Hey dudes.

My sister Tina must pay a sum of 1000 Australian to her college if she's to do her art course this year. That's a fair whack of spondoolie. So she's whoring herself out offering her services as an artist in the hope that people will take commissions from her. She's a fabulous artist, so do click on the link below and check out both her art and what she has to say.

http://originalnilson.livejournal.com/85406.html



Love yas,
Nancy.

Day two...

The nerves just *won't* go away. :( Even though I'm feeling pretty sorted out about it all.

Xena Plot BUNNY! OF the ARGH!

I've not even looked at my Xena fic for months now. There's ones I'm finishing (like the Children of the Gods series, which needs a fine-tuned OVERHAUL cause the first ones are so badly written). But I was talking to Findle this morning and a plot-bunny got me right between the eyes. Like this:

( How Nacey finds a plot-bunny... )

Problem is, I'm so sketchy on the canon of the show (as apocryphal as it was) and all my old tapes are kinda ratshit. Taped from Channel Ten and they were cutty-cutty with the eps and our reception was awful. The basic premise is this:

nacey: If I were writing a movie, I'd totally Back to the Future it
nacey: And the 25 year leap? Is Horror1985 with Biff Tannen's overlordship.
nacey: And it's totally ERASED
nacey: And none of the Gods died.
nacey: *pets and loves her Gods*
nacey: Actually...
nacey: ...
nacey: That's a good fic idea.
nacey: BUNNY! AARGH!
findle: Hehe
nacey: Someone's done that, right?
nacey: Gabrielle waking up, jaded, bitchy McXenapants Gabrielle, and she's in the past with her long hair and shit...
nacey: Or maybe not long hair...
nacey: There's gotta be something that they could have stopped happening to make everything go to the shit house...
findle: <-----thinks short hair gab is hot
nacey: I don't mind it
nacey: I just don't know what instance I would pick to make it revert to something far more favourable than season six
findle: Yeah
findle: More favorable
findle: Like having joxer watching grass grow
findle: That would be better than what they did
nacey: Exactly

So, if it's already been done, I'm saved the trouble. If it hasn't, then it's another idea that will rattle around in my already crowded brain, like the drawer that you have which you don't have any specific purpose for - you just fill it with useless shit you haven't got any other place for. Like pens you're not sure if work or not. And corks. And string. And sticky-tape.

I'm a naturally nervous person...

Sudden loud noises make me scream (ironic, I know). If someone is suddenly somewhere where I didn't think they'd be (a doorway, whatever), I scream. If I watch a simple MOVIE (particularly action or thriller), I make funny noises and bite all my nails off. I actually had a panic attack when seeing X-Men the movie once in a cinema.

So this crazy crush thing? My heart rate has been through the roof since yesterday morning. It will NOT slow down. Valerian isn't doing much and it's having an impact on me. Logically, in my brain? I'm fine. I wake up with a panic attack with a dash of depression, and it's not until I properly wake up that I calm down a tad and feel okay again. But the heart rate stays. My body is like, "Fuck this - you're in a permanent hypertensive state, bi-otch!"

It's affecting my appetite, I can't sleep, I can't calm down. FUCK. I feel permanently strung out.

All I want to do is lie down and relax. Just... zen out. I have many things I can do this with. Only one of them I feel okay about using. First, I have propranolol. I take half a one of those a day, or I'm supposed to. I haven't taken them lately cause I'm a forgetful punk. Then there's the valium pills I got for my stressy brain-flip the year before last. Don't remember exactly what type of pill they were, but half a one had me zoning out so nicely. Except, I don't want to really depend on drugs for that. Lastly I have relaxing tea. It is a veritable witch's BREW of sedating herbs (chamomile, passionflower, Valerian, catnip, Scullcap, strawberry leaves, peppermint) and can make you feel pretty loose. So I just got to figure out which I want to do. I'm thinking taking an entire pill of propranolol (as opposed to half) and having the tea.

Just checked my pulse again. You'd think that I've just gone for a light run.

Fuck, I am such a hypochondriac, aren't I? LOL!

Funny moment...

My brother Scotty was such a smart arse yesterday. I was in his room with my sister Helen, Tina and Tina's fiancee Tommo and I was trying to tell Helen about this guy. It was hard cause she kept being distracted by Tina and Tommo's terminal cuteness as a couple (damn the both of you! LOL!).
Scotty was on the bed, practicing his guitar. I kinda tuned out cause usually he's playing Queen and I've heard it before. So Helen is listening to me, and prompting me as I tell her about my might...
"Then he did this."
"Yeah? And then what?!"
Tommo bursts into laughter. Helen and I look up, bewildered, till I tune into what Scotty's playing.
The fucker is doing the beginning guitar riff of "Summer Nights" over and over and over as Helen and I are talking. SMART ARSE!!!!

Brokeback Mountain.

I wanna see it. Who wants to see it?

Duuuuuuuude... that tea really packs a punch. *grins*