Talk-back radio is a fucking RUSH!!

Yeah. They were talking about that ad I was complaining about, and were making fun of Germaine Greer for saying that the add was terrible. Then a bunch of men phoned up saying she lacked a sense of humour and that she was just trying to boost her career (Trust me - the woman doesn't need to rag on an add to gain publicity - it's Germaine Fucking GREER!). I phoned in and said that it wasn't a lack of sense of humour, and that women didn't mind being seen as sexual beings - we just didn't like being seen as replacable entities.

Wah! I was shaking. Mum punched her fist in the air when I came through after talking on the radio. I think I won the argument cause Liam went quiet and said, "Well, we all have our different views, don't we?" Oh snap. He couldn't come back with anything. This bitch has got it! :D

Why didn't I see it sooner?

I just saw Chronicles of Narnia. God, what a breathtakingly BEAUTIFUL movie. As a fantasy buff, it was a visual smorgasborg. Fauns, centaurs, mermaids, minotaurs - sweet Christmas I was spoilt! Those mermaids were AWESOME! And that faun guy - he was SO CUTE. God. I think I'm crushing. Those eyes, those gentle eyes! *melt*. And the kids all grew up so hot. And then bam. Kids again.

But yeah - LOVED it. Reminded me of when I was a kid and the teacher was reading the book out to us at school. That was nice. I reckon it's a special book. You know why? When the teacher was reading that book, the girls were nice to me. They even played with my hair and said it was beautiful. (The girls hated me in year two).

And oh gosh, that kid, Lucy? SO CUTE! I want one like that! What a bright little smile she's got!!

I tell you, it was a real pleasure, a real treat, sitting with my Mum and watching that movie. We were both delighted with it. :)

I keep telling myself this won't last forever.

Being high on codeine really sucks, but being in excrutiating pain is worse. Let's see if I can sing on codeine, shall we? I'm recording a track for miscard's h/hr podcast. Which is total fun but I'm worried I don't sound as good as I used to. Months of no practice can really tax a girl's control.

Oh well. Tally ho!

ETA: You know what? This damned sickness has now affected my singing ability. After singing for twenty minutes, my voice gets all weak and raspy. I have none of the diaphragm power I used to have. The tone is still all right, but it's nothing on what I used to be like.

I could be bereft and upset. I could weep and wail but I'm not even letting myself do that. Cause there is nothing on God's green Earth that'll stop me from singing, bar losing my vocal chords all together. I'm going to get better, fuck it all. Cause NOTHING takes away my singing. I live to sing.