Mel Gibson, what an idiot. James and myself are currently watching a crappy programme on the E channel and Mel Gibson and his recent issues keep on appearing. Apparently, he was planning on making a Viking film with Leo D which has now (obvs) been cancelled. Think James is a bit gutted about this. I love Vikings so I will encourage another director to make this - maybe James should?! Dad can be the historical expert, Teenie can be the choreographer (for all the dance scenes ya know) and I will be the costume designer. Maybe we could turn it into Vikings! The Musical! Ok, I'm getting carried away now, probably not a good idea.
Still not feeling great today, I was sick again last night which wasn't nice. I'm scared this is now going to become a pattern and happen every day. I really hope not. The main side effects I've had the past few days are the nausea, tiredness, taste-buds going crazy, eyes going weird and not being able to concentrate on anything. These seem to stick around for most of the time after the chemo, I can't wait til I have energy again and I am able to do more than one thing a day!
Today my piano teacher came round for cakes and a blether. It was great to see her and we had a chat about me taking up the piano again, it would probably just be a few pieces that I have heard recently that I would enjoy playing. I'm quite looking forward to picking them and I think it will be good to have something to work towards. I feel so useless at the moment, so it will be a nice feeling to achieve something. Nothing too difficult though so a piece with hardly any modulations and no crazy key signatures! Any suggestions, let me know. Think I'll start with Clair De Lune, I can already play it a bit but I think I'm a bit off with the timing. Mrs Simpson will keep me right though.
Yesterday James taught me some tunes on his ukulele. I was rubbish! I've got such a bad memory and can never remember the chords, I need them right in front of me. How annoying.
Also, James was on facebook and one of his old profile pictures is this beauty... Someone suggested he looks like an owl which I kind of agree with. However, now that my face has become very fat and square I think I look rather similar to James' younger self... Seriously though, my face is now the shape of a cube.
So, maybe this is a face shape that runs in the family?! If my cheeks get any chubbier they will start to droop and I will end up looking like this..
I can't remember what this dog is called but it could be my next Hallowe'en costume. What with the random tuft of ginger hair, the grumpy face AND the droopy cheeks I won't really have much to do. I'll make the sign and wear all white. Done. Sorry Ruth, that's our year of going as Misteeq postponed again. I promise I'll make it up to you.
As I currently have no appetite and my tastebuds are being crap, I'm not sure what I'll do tonight. Probably eat the sour sweets James brought me and then be sick... Great Friday evening... Oh well, I'm sure it will get better.