alexia75

Sorry -

2007-10-18T11:12:36Z

- no funnies here. But the stupidity it burrrrrns.

Some gems from not_this_planet

~"Anorexia is unhealthy by definition..."

No, it's not. Please re-read your definition. I'm clinically anorexic, yet quite healthy, thank you very much. :)

~Secondly, just what serious disease is one likely to get (as an adult) from amenorrhea? IF you look at CRON [calorie restriction with optimum nutrition] practitioners with amenorrhea, or animal studies, I believe you find LOWER incidence of the cancers and heart attcks. That means healthier in my book.

~there is a way of doing it [being anorexic] so it is healthy, and for any anorexic who wishes to become healthy and get benefits such as those proven in this study (and there are many more), I can teach them how to do it.

But hey - I didn't stick it in oft_wank. Small mercies, right?

Shall I use my new-found invisibility for good.... or evil?

2007-08-16T23:01:29Z

Today my housemate and I hypothesise that I am disappearing.

This is not a random idea - well, it is really rather random - but I mean, it isn't that we were sitting around watching Diagnosis Murder and thought, Hey, wouldn't it be cool if you were disappearing? Let's pretend! There is a reason. I promise.

Some point last week - days are hazy - I was intensely freaked out by my feet. This is nothing unusual; I am habitually freaked out by my feet, any feet in my eye-line, feet just outside my eyeline, feet which may one day rear up, scream, "Revolution!" and touch me. I just plain do not like feet. However, on this particular day I noticed that I could see every vein in my foot. Not just a couple of big ones on the top near my ankle - ALL OF THEM. Criss-crossing over and around the arch, tendrilling up into spikes at my toes, creeping around and across the soles. Like encroaching but necessary foot-ivy! I do have fairly bony feet and ankles, but this is a whole new level.

I was alarmed.

Luckily, my housemate understands me. She mocked me mercilessly and then threw chocolate at me and told me to eat more to hide them again.

However, today. Drying off after my late-morning shower, because today was my day off and I like to laze around and - ARM IVY! Seriously, guys, I have never been one for extremely visible veins. I used to have one that showed up darkish blue in the crease of my elbow and at my wrist. Just the one - Twinny has a tonne but not me! I am a normal person who keeps her blood safe and secure and under wraps. But not any more! Deep-scored blue lines down the middle and hatchings all down the sides, and up my hands (both sides!) and after twenty minutes throwing myself into artistically consumptive positions and calling for sal volatile the Disappearing Act occurred to us and it no longer seemed so very funny.

I have googled it, of course, as all good nervy hypochondriacs do and it appears I have several options, the most popular of which are:
(1)Pulmonary embolism
(2)Circulation problems
(3)Varicose veins.

Thing is, if I'd had a pulmonary embolism, wouldn't I be dead? And although I always have a LOT of trouble finding my own pulse, I'm fairly sure I'm still upright and sentient (mostly). I already know I have circulation problems so that's not exciting, but varicose veins is a horrid idea! They pull them out, like.... string from jelly (though why you would put string in jelly, I have no idea).

All in all, I think I'd rather disappear. Sure, I'd turn up to work and they wouldn't realise I was there but I could perve on the cute guy and no-one would know.

We consumptive invalids have to take our jollies where we can find 'em.

alexia75 @ 2007-08-13T13:42:00

2007-08-13T12:43:27Z

LOL the Isle of Man

I mean. Seriously?

alexia75 @ 2007-08-11T19:32:00

2007-08-11T18:44:09Z

I was doing my old trick the other day, whereby I pretend I am being interviewed when I am bored. This began because I was convinced that if I was ever interviewed for anything, I was going to make an idiot of myself in an enormous way, and practice supposedly makes perfect. I say this is how it began because now - it's just fun.

Anyway, on this particular occasion I was interviewing myself about writing. In the past, friends and family have asked me about writing and I have been unbelievably incoherent about something I spend probably 60% of my time doing/thinking about. So, I was answering my question about how I write, and it occurred to me that, personally, the closest analogy I can give to writing is to describe it as playing the piano with words.

I've played the piano since I was very small and I used to confuse my mother by saying that if I thought too hard I couldn't do it. But what I meant was, that you have to strike a balance. It's the same for me with writing. If I'm concentrating too hard on what I am writing. if I'm fighting for each word, and hesitating and chewing phrases over for minutes - I can't write. What I end up with stilted and silly and purple-prosey and pointless. To achieve the lilting gentle flow of Faure or Elgar or a piece of writing, I have to achieve artistic zen, where I am aware of what my fingers/words are doing, and subconsiously guiding them but also thinking above and beyond the immediate.

Does this match up with other people's experiences of writing?

Off to write now.

To sum up the srs business of the LJ debacle, in my eyes

2007-08-08T19:38:20Z

and to quote istele It still makes very little sense to me that the welfare of fake teenagers is so much more important than that of real ones.

Just when I thought the LJ team could not beat burr86's stupidity.

Also, FUCK YOU LJ.