"It was long ago, and it was far away..."
Jul. 22nd, 2005 05:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teylaminhWell. That was fun, wasn't it, kids?
That was quite possibly the worst bout of PMT in the history of the universe. Ever. It lasted a grand total of 73 days - I kid you not - and ended yesterday with a horrible serious email tennis with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yoshithedragon that I never hope to relive... Of course, the similar tennis with marz109 probably didn't help, either (I had to cut that one short before I burst into tears at my desk) and also apologies to rubytitania for worrying her. Also thanks for the texts; much appreciated.
So, with the final ending of said PMT (sorry, forgot the TMI warning... :P) and the unbearable brain-pressure now nicely relieved, this will most likely be a very long entry of much updating, but I'll cut as much of it as I can.
Gacked fromcloudjuice, with fourth (underline) rule added by me.:
Copy your friends list.
Bold those you've met in real life.
Italicise those you've spoken to on the phone
Underline those you've texted
Leave the ones you've only spoken to online alone.
87wt2gxq7, _ebb_, anotherusedpage, bizarre_imagery, buffyseason8, butterflyburn, carpathia, cloudjuice, collie_wing, cozmosis_slavow, crazyasacoconut, currahee, desired_destiny, doec, ennixeve, falling_softly, flatline2010, frightened, gracious1, herringprincess, ikkaroido, izzles, jackiesjottings, joetimewaster, kht, krispen, last_dance, legs11, lone_gunwoman, lutonairport, marz109, mercurycirce, metalmikey666, miss_scooter, onecellbrain, pandorabox82, pandorasblog, queenc2346, rachel2205, rift_dweller, rubytitania, scifinutter, setting_sun, shibaiko, shoeboxgirly, sicksicksicks, sweeterthing, tengirlsago, (teylaminh), thefleshfailure, thescruffydog, translucent, yoshithedragon
I feel somewhat biased in this as most of my friends list is made up of Inliners...
So, yes. Firstly, a review of Meatloaf.
I don't remember very much now, as it was nearly a week ago and my brain is currently full of cold-goo. Nevertheless, it was perfect weather for an outdoor concert, and the moon was also in the perfect position, as it had moved around to be directly over the stage by the end of the night.
The support band, who were very slightly Irish, were called Hurrican Party and were very good indeed. Apparently they have an EP out if anyone wants to look for it.
On the way to the venue, walking up through the castle grounds, we could hear someone warming up in one of the trailers. I swear, this sort of thing only happens to us...
Meatloaf himself put on an amazing show. Yes, so he's getting on a bit and his voice isn't as good as it was, but nevertheless, it was amazing. The band and backing singers were all amazing. I can't remember the entire repertoire, but there were only three songs I didn't know and he included Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back as the opening number, Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad, Paradise By The Dashboard Light, I'd Do Anything For Love, You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth, and a grand finale with Bat Out Of Hell, when the black curtained backdrop fell to reveal said bat illuminated with lots of red and purple spotlights. Possibly my favourite bit was in PBTDL when the audience were singing "It was long ago, and it was far away, and it was so much better than it is today" continuously whilst Meatloaf and his female singer had a slanging match. It was fantastic. :D
Best lines, as far as I can remember, were:
Meatloaf: I have never! In all my life! Heard fifteen thousand people! Sound like three hundred! Now are you gonna make some noise?! Or do I have to come out there and kick! Fifteen thousand! ASSES!?
& (during PBTDL)
Meatloaf: Do you not understand the definition of "shut up!"? It means, shut your fucking mouth!
Paradise: Do you not understand the definition of "fat fuck"?
Foul-mouthed as it was, it was hilarious. The editing on the screens was also very well done. Unfortunately, the merchandise was all horrendously expensive, which was a shame as I would've liked a t-shirt. Never mind. Oh, and we spotted two entirely separate people dressed up as Columbia, one of whom was attached to an Eddie...
Day after that was The Descent. I was going to offer up a review, but... I can't be bothered now. Sunday was also a one-day-late semi-celebration of the three-month mark.
Monday I don't even remember. Tuesday I met up with Paul and we wandered aimlessly. I ended up knocking over the table in some bar somewhere near the law quarter (can't even remember the name of the street now) and somehow we ended up having yet another Serious Conversation in the Briar, though I was in absolutely no mood for that and refused to answer most of the questions.
Wednesday/Thursday were both awful, by most standards, though I realise now it was because of aforementioned PMT. Mid-way through Wednesday, Paul found out he hadn't got the job he'd applied for, and ended up taking out the annoyance and frustration and general crapness of the situation on me and everyone else - whch is fair enough, because it's not like I've never done that to him in the past three months. He apologised about 10 minutes later, but was apparently on a mission to get completely rat-arsed, which made me change my mind about going to see him that evening and probably upset him even more. But honestly, I was having enough trouble dealing with my own life at that point in time, and I wouldn't have been supportive or any use whatsoever, and I could see it ending in an argument, so it was possibly for the best.
Hence the cryptic LJ entry on Wednesday night. I did another entry on paper whilst doped up on cold medication, and I'm still plucking up the courage to re-read it, edit it, and post it...
Yesterday was equally horrible, due to my frelling hormones. But anyway, by about 2.00pm we'd sorted through some issues and everything was fine again. Met up at 8.00 in the Briar withfrightened, last_dance, translucent and bethanthepurple to celebrate the death of John Tyndall and got pleasantly but not overly tipsy, so the rest of the evening was quite enjoyable.
Tonight I was meant to be seeing the Capones in Digbeth, but I'm just not up to it. I'm falling asleep already and the last time they played the Market Tavern there was a lock-in, and I'll be dead by 10.00 at this rate. But that doesn't matter, I'll just fine tune the weekend planning a bit later...
So, there we go.
Hormones are evil and must be destroyed. That is all.
That was quite possibly the worst bout of PMT in the history of the universe. Ever. It lasted a grand total of 73 days - I kid you not - and ended yesterday with a horrible serious email tennis with
yoshithedragon that I never hope to relive... Of course, the similar tennis with marz109 probably didn't help, either (I had to cut that one short before I burst into tears at my desk) and also apologies to rubytitania for worrying her. Also thanks for the texts; much appreciated.So, with the final ending of said PMT (sorry, forgot the TMI warning... :P) and the unbearable brain-pressure now nicely relieved, this will most likely be a very long entry of much updating, but I'll cut as much of it as I can.
Gacked from
cloudjuice, with fourth (underline) rule added by me.:Copy your friends list.
Bold those you've met in real life.
Italicise those you've spoken to on the phone
Underline those you've texted
Leave the ones you've only spoken to online alone.
87wt2gxq7, _ebb_, anotherusedpage, bizarre_imagery, buffyseason8, butterflyburn, carpathia, cloudjuice, collie_wing, cozmosis_slavow, crazyasacoconut, currahee, desired_destiny, doec, ennixeve, falling_softly, flatline2010, frightened, gracious1, herringprincess, ikkaroido, izzles, jackiesjottings, joetimewaster, kht, krispen, last_dance, legs11, lone_gunwoman, lutonairport, marz109, mercurycirce, metalmikey666, miss_scooter, onecellbrain, pandorabox82, pandorasblog, queenc2346, rachel2205, rift_dweller, rubytitania, scifinutter, setting_sun, shibaiko, shoeboxgirly, sicksicksicks, sweeterthing, tengirlsago, (teylaminh), thefleshfailure, thescruffydog, translucent, yoshithedragon
I feel somewhat biased in this as most of my friends list is made up of Inliners...
So, yes. Firstly, a review of Meatloaf.
I don't remember very much now, as it was nearly a week ago and my brain is currently full of cold-goo. Nevertheless, it was perfect weather for an outdoor concert, and the moon was also in the perfect position, as it had moved around to be directly over the stage by the end of the night.
The support band, who were very slightly Irish, were called Hurrican Party and were very good indeed. Apparently they have an EP out if anyone wants to look for it.
On the way to the venue, walking up through the castle grounds, we could hear someone warming up in one of the trailers. I swear, this sort of thing only happens to us...
Meatloaf himself put on an amazing show. Yes, so he's getting on a bit and his voice isn't as good as it was, but nevertheless, it was amazing. The band and backing singers were all amazing. I can't remember the entire repertoire, but there were only three songs I didn't know and he included Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back as the opening number, Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad, Paradise By The Dashboard Light, I'd Do Anything For Love, You Took The Words Right Out Of My Mouth, and a grand finale with Bat Out Of Hell, when the black curtained backdrop fell to reveal said bat illuminated with lots of red and purple spotlights. Possibly my favourite bit was in PBTDL when the audience were singing "It was long ago, and it was far away, and it was so much better than it is today" continuously whilst Meatloaf and his female singer had a slanging match. It was fantastic. :D
Best lines, as far as I can remember, were:
Meatloaf: I have never! In all my life! Heard fifteen thousand people! Sound like three hundred! Now are you gonna make some noise?! Or do I have to come out there and kick! Fifteen thousand! ASSES!?
& (during PBTDL)
Meatloaf: Do you not understand the definition of "shut up!"? It means, shut your fucking mouth!
Paradise: Do you not understand the definition of "fat fuck"?
Foul-mouthed as it was, it was hilarious. The editing on the screens was also very well done. Unfortunately, the merchandise was all horrendously expensive, which was a shame as I would've liked a t-shirt. Never mind. Oh, and we spotted two entirely separate people dressed up as Columbia, one of whom was attached to an Eddie...
Day after that was The Descent. I was going to offer up a review, but... I can't be bothered now. Sunday was also a one-day-late semi-celebration of the three-month mark.
Monday I don't even remember. Tuesday I met up with Paul and we wandered aimlessly. I ended up knocking over the table in some bar somewhere near the law quarter (can't even remember the name of the street now) and somehow we ended up having yet another Serious Conversation in the Briar, though I was in absolutely no mood for that and refused to answer most of the questions.
Wednesday/Thursday were both awful, by most standards, though I realise now it was because of aforementioned PMT. Mid-way through Wednesday, Paul found out he hadn't got the job he'd applied for, and ended up taking out the annoyance and frustration and general crapness of the situation on me and everyone else - whch is fair enough, because it's not like I've never done that to him in the past three months. He apologised about 10 minutes later, but was apparently on a mission to get completely rat-arsed, which made me change my mind about going to see him that evening and probably upset him even more. But honestly, I was having enough trouble dealing with my own life at that point in time, and I wouldn't have been supportive or any use whatsoever, and I could see it ending in an argument, so it was possibly for the best.
Hence the cryptic LJ entry on Wednesday night. I did another entry on paper whilst doped up on cold medication, and I'm still plucking up the courage to re-read it, edit it, and post it...
Yesterday was equally horrible, due to my frelling hormones. But anyway, by about 2.00pm we'd sorted through some issues and everything was fine again. Met up at 8.00 in the Briar with
frightened, last_dance, translucent and bethanthepurple to celebrate the death of John Tyndall and got pleasantly but not overly tipsy, so the rest of the evening was quite enjoyable.Tonight I was meant to be seeing the Capones in Digbeth, but I'm just not up to it. I'm falling asleep already and the last time they played the Market Tavern there was a lock-in, and I'll be dead by 10.00 at this rate. But that doesn't matter, I'll just fine tune the weekend planning a bit later...
So, there we go.
Hormones are evil and must be destroyed. That is all.
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Date: 2005-07-22 04:59 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-22 05:29 pm (UTC)Don't you just love being a woman?
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Date: 2005-07-22 05:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-22 05:30 pm (UTC)Haven't read any Pterry yet, but he's on my list. ;) I have all the Discworlds nicely laid out in chronological order on a shelf all ready for the reading once I get through HP:OotP and H2G2. :)
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Date: 2005-07-22 05:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-07-22 05:32 pm (UTC)It's horrible, actually. Feels sort of like my brain's full of all this stuff and then it just... goes.
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Date: 2005-07-22 05:54 pm (UTC)my pmt i think the world hates me, i have no friends and cry every 5 minutes, once the crying is over i realise its pmt...the last time i had it bad was about three months ago *g* now the magical pill keeps it all at bay...
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Date: 2005-07-22 06:07 pm (UTC)I always feel like I SHOULD cry, and then I can't... it's really frustrating, actually, and it makes me irritating, and the whole thing becomes this horrid cycle of negativity.
More positive now. Downside is now I have a cold and my ovaries hurt. :(
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Date: 2005-07-22 06:59 pm (UTC)Talking of health matters, has the Doc identified anything to do with hormones? Me mam's an expert in hormone-related therapy and HRT y'see.
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Date: 2005-07-22 07:04 pm (UTC)I didn't ask; when I went to ask about the tiredness I mentioned it and then backtracked because it's 'normal' for me. I'm going back soon anyway to get a mole removed so might make antoher appointment at the same time and enquire about it properly. I'm still just convinced that my body is finally rebelling for the abuse I've given it for the past 20-odd years.