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*cough* Aug. 26th, 2009 @ 12:06 pm
Apparently, about a week ago, I managed to miss it when my turn came up on Shakesville What the Hell?

The 80s really were the decade that style forgot.
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Life is in the small things Apr. 19th, 2009 @ 10:06 am
Reading some links about invisible disabilities and problems attendant thereto, am considering attempting to organise a disabled students' advocacy group at uni, on the basis that separately, people with disabilities are easy to ignore, and rarely have the physical/emotional resources to kick up a fuss even where one is deserved; together we can share the load of advocacy, and maybe even unite with less spoons-deficient allies.

Would be interested in opinions on this, actually.

In other news:

This morning, I conceived of a sudden, urgent need to wash my hair. However, I had a shower just last night, and had, in the meantime, done nothing but sleep (seriously, I went to bed at 7:30pm because I decided that, since I was really really tired, there was no good reason not to), so I didn't feel I needed a shower, and there is a genuine disincentive for me to shower early on a weekend morning in that of the three bedrooms in this house, mine is the only one that doesn't share a wall with the bathroom. Housemates need sleep, so unnecessary bathroom noise is something I avoid when I'm the only person awake.

So I had a "turning into my mother" moment and washed my hair in the laundry sink. It worked, but I note the following flaws in the process:

1) My hair is really really long. In order to get my head under the tap, my hair is partly on the bottom of the sink. Not inherently bad, the sink is clean enough, just an added problem to be considered when trying to make sure hair is properly rinsed.

2) My hair is long and thick; bent forward, with water running on my head from a tap, my hair guides the water away from my face. Having sodden hair and a dry face feels weird, so I wanted to wet my face to stop the weird feeling. Turning my head so water ran on my face got water in my ears. Annoying.

Positives for the process:

1) Uses less water than having a shower just to clean hair.

2) Reduces likelihood of housemates'-sleep-disruption.

3) Is, in some ways, less painful; I can rest my arm against the sink, so my bad shoulder suffers less than it does washing my hair in the shower. Not sure it does so enough to justify doing this regularly, since it is more hassle in a number of ways and trying not to get water all over the laundry is awkward.
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This post is cheesy and I don't care. Apr. 8th, 2009 @ 06:56 pm
A note of love: This morning, walking home from the bus stop, I was listening to my iPod and the live version of We Are The Champions came on - the Wembley Stadium one.

I love that song, and need to listen to it more when I'm feeling down. The song in general, though I love the live version for this bit:

I've taken my bows
My curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune and everything that goes with it
and I thank you all...


At Wembley, on the line I thank you all, Freddie's voice drops out of the melody into a simple statement, and he sounds both humble and sincere. It grabs my heart every time - he loved the crowds, loved the fans, you could always tell it in the live shows - that energy, the way he was focussed on the crowds, making them a part of it - all those amazing bits when he stops and gets the crowd to sing with him. (Live Aid had a brilliant example of that.)

But the song goes on:

But it's been no bed of roses
No pleasure cruise


But this, this is not whining, this is not complaining, because:

I consider it a challenge before all the human race... and I ain't gonna lose

And he soars, every time, on that line, and my heart always soars with him. Hell yeah. Because -

We are the champions, my friends
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions -
We are the champions -
No time for losers, 'cause we are the champions of the world


I always feel stronger when I listen to this. Because yes. Go back to the first verse...

I've paid my dues, time after time
I've done my sentence but committed no crime
And bad mistakes, I've made a few
I've had my share of sand kicked in my face - but I've come through...


Life is hard. Sometimes you screw up, sometimes bad things happen and it's not your fault. I know that's how my life goes.

But I'm still here. I've come through. And it is a challenge, before all the human race...

And I ain't gonna lose.

Because we are the champions, my friends.

As Freddie says the end of the Wembley live version

Thank you, beautiful people. Goodnight. God bless you.

Current Mood: exultant
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Ways a diagnosis can change your life all by itself Feb. 21st, 2009 @ 12:55 am
Tonight, despite having been good to okay all day on mood scales, I was starting to feel strung out and frenetic, like I was heading for a breakdown, and was having trouble calming down.

Then I remembered something my psychologist had said about how one way to help handle exams is to ask to be permitted to take it in a room where there will be as few distractions as possible. It occurred to me that being out in the main part of the house, sharing a table with [livejournal.com profile] velithya and hearing the shouts and comments of Chas and Dave playing Left for Dead, the traffic going past, etc... there was too much stimulus around me after a day that had burned through a lot of emotional energy.

So I moved into the bedroom with my laptop, dim lighting, and closed doors for quiet. Less stuff throwing itself at my under-sheathed nerves (that being the physical cause of ADD, I'm told), demanding my attention HERE HERE HERE and HERE.

And almost instantly, I was calmer. My mind was no longer shredding itself on too much input. (Normally I can handle stimulus, but not always.) And I got through the evening without the breakdown that earlier seemed inevitable.

It's something to bear in mind for uni - if things are getting a little too much, I should find myself a quiet corner of the Reid Library, or settle on the grass with my canalphones to block out noise, and just chill on as little stimulus as I can manage, and I might well be okay.

Current Location: bed

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