Monochromatic World (Idea Mafia)

[jheti]

To start: since last Friday I've been running on an average of three hours' sleep a day.



Studying sucked. It's not like it's hard; there's just SO. MUCH. MATERIAL.

I now know it takes seven days, not four. I get headaches, but not like that. It felt like my brain was actually trying to melt. And it stuck around for days. I'm not really sure how many 'cause I was pretty out of it by then.

Killer midterm was killer. Massive essay test. I got through it on Monster Java and bullshit carefully cited support. I was the last student out of the room.

My paper didn't score as well as I'd like, but it was all fine print--details I now know to avoid or change. Besides, it was also done on a sharp sleep deficiency curve. Considering I half-expected to tank my first assignment, I'm entirely satisfied with not failing.

I have another paper--a dozen-page-minimum affair that I don't even have a topic for yet--and a final test. If I ace those, I ace the course.

Housecleaning. It's not my favorite thing.

I like even less when horrible paper dust and flotsam rains a blizzard down on my freshly cleaned floors.

I am grateful for the new insulation, fellas, really. But.

Oh. There was also the part where I accidentally released some sort of chemical vapor in the bathroom because apparently Tilex and Lysol toilet cleaner are not friends?

It burned. In the back of my mouth. In my eyes. Dropped everything and fled to the guest bath, showered in my clothes, coughed up a little blood, realized I wasn't going to pass out and therefore could not possibly die from exposure, so it probably wasn't chlorine.

My lungs are still raw. But they've always been touchy. I just hope I don't get sick between here and there; there's the usual dorm croup going around because the incoming freshmeats and their parents are visiting in droves again, and I might actually catch it in an already-hurt state. Mouth taste was a little sideways yesterday, but it's fine now.

Strange, my eyes were what hurt the most, and they're fine.

So I took a nap and rewashed the linens and refused to clean the floors again, and slept.

Yesterday was more real world obligations. I was so tired I don't remember most of them.



Pleased to discover that persistent self-programming is paying off: using this as proof that I'm dreaming. I can't really manage lucidity, but I can leave myself signposts and exits--I did it for years before I knew what it was.

Exits don't always work, but they can stop moderate nightmares. (A few times I've taken the exit and it just gets worse, but that's rare.)

Settings recur in my inner world; the library is where large chunks of information shift and relocate. I've been a librarian and a customer and a soldier and a waitress, and the books change. The innards are pictures and physical objects, things like feathers and leaves and coffee-rings, crushed in the books like pressed flowers.

To see that sign in the library would probably be a warning, but it needs more study. It appeared on the walls and screens in the city dream--in movement, in relocation, in sorting.

I can't write, just now, but I picked up another challenge because Captain Kirk has a cabin IN THE WOODS MOTHERFUCKER. And Spock is gonna come visit him! ^_^

I'm not sure whether I can manage slash, but there needs to be two friends getting bare feet in the river and admiring the view and I dunno, hiking, because I bet that would be awesome on Centaurus. Ohshitbears? Some terrifying space bears maybe got loose?

And I'll be gathering other things there, that aren't here. Most of them on my ffn page, but some of them not, and maybe the other meme fills, except one that needs either an epilogue or a do-over, or both.

Um. I swear the original purpose of this entry was...



I slept for nine hours and didn't have to make my own coffee and actually got to hash out notes in my notebook. I've got an opening I'm finally happy with. I'm not sure I can bear it out, but if I cleave tightly unto the source material it ought to fit pretty well.

I can't figure out Mananda's headspace. That's being a problem for more than one project.

Day. Right. Okay, so awesome coffee was awesome, and speed-redoing Mass Effect choosing only the asshole "Renegade" dialogue options is faster, fun, and oftentimes hilarious.

Then it was lunch. TIJUANA FLATS OKAY. <3

Then it was Year One. I pretty much didn't stop laughing. Except for some parts that ran long. I'm certain the only reason it was quite that funny was all the forced religious education. Sacrilege basically makes me lol forever. XD

Overall, it was better than Land Of The Lost. I grant you, that's not saying a whole bunch. It's possible Michael Giacchino is now on my List next to James Horner (WILLOW OKAY. EVERYONE ELSE WILL KNOW HIM FROM TITANIC) and Danny Elfman (OKAY I THINK I LIKE HIS SPIDERMAN WORK SOMEWHAT MORE THAN BEETLEJUICE BUT IT'S CLOSE).

I love that Giacchino does things with the horns! And he has a solid command of what makes a theme. I'm excited to see what he'll do as he gets even moar work. (I know he did Lost and I think MI3 before this, but. DUDE.)

You can hear his work in "Star Trek" (duh), "Land Of The Lost", and "Up" this summer. He rules. <3

So, yeah, Year One (not scored by Michael Giacchino) was great for matinee brain-parker toilet-humor lulz.

Just so we're clear on something, Date Movie is much more my speed than 21 Dresses. I don't do The Hangover, Beerfest or any movie where the lulz focus on the chick getting pregnant, but I'd rather see fart jokes than deep declarations of meaningful love. I'm serious. Dudes, take note. I probably want to go to that Will Ferrel grossout vehicle more than you do.

DUDE I NEEEEEEEED TO SEE Old Dogs, por ejemplo. That's pretty much my speed.

BUT IT DIDN'T STOP THERE. I BOUGHT DOUGHNUTS.

AND ALL THE MOUNTAIN DEW THROWBACK IN THE CVS. ^________^

Okay, so it was just six 20oz. bottles but I don't care, it's really hard to get here, that's like scoring pure liquid awesome.

I'm going to try ordering it from Wal-Mart, since they seem to be the only major distro chain that's even heard of it EXCEPT for the odd random gas station.

And then, because this wasn't fabulous enough, I came home to discover that The Ant Bully came from Netflix!

So I drove myself into sugar delirium and partook of awesome cartoonery.

DUDE BRUCE CAMPBELL DOES VOICEWORK IN IT, AND HE'S LIKE KOTETH IN ANT FORM WATERED DOWN FOR A KID'S MOVIE, AND IT'S SO AWESOMELY PERFECT I AM SHOUTING BECAUSE IT'S THAT AWESOME THAT'S WHY SO HA.

And then I sat and typed.

This is going in the blog!

Today was doing a bunch of stuff I didn't want to do and then taking another nap, during which the subject appeared to be why Kirk/McCoy rules or something.

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cleaning burns? D:!!!!!