Insomniacs Anonymous

Tuesday, September 21, 2004

"Where have you been?" "Well, excuse me. I can't be everywhere, and they've banned human cloning."

dear insoms

it's too early to be awake. I want waffles. or pancakes. anything off the Bisquick box really. I have an English paper to write and can't concentrate. *bangs forehead on keyboard to get creative juices flowing* y6t7uhyttyvnfnj... ow.

Anyway, finally got my Thai food, and was pleasantly surprised at the quality. (just sadly disappointed at the selection.) and I'm getting spoiled. I got a new card game, and someone played with my hair, and I got a movie I have been bouncing off the walls for. (early Christmas presents rule!)
speaking of presents, I'm working on securing my spot as class favorite in RoE by bribing my professor with food. the question is not whether I'm going to do it, but when. on the one hand, if I wait until I make him mad, then bribe him, he'll cool off quicker. on the other hand, bribing him beforehand means he won't get as mad in the first place. decisions decisions.

In other news, this is shaping up to be the best week ever. It's.... PREMIERE WEEK! yay! This means new episodes of Joan of Arcadia, The Dead Zone, Monk, C.S.I.:Miami, a new C.S.I. spinoff in my favorite U.S. city (New York), and most importantly, the return of the original C.S.I. *jumps up and down giggling and squealing for a minute* not to mention the reruns of Seasons 1-4 on Spike TV. *pause; more squealing* I'm so happy. seriously, this is me right now. only, ya know.. happier.

A closing thought. this is why I'm not allowed to listen to torch songs while watching Charmed reruns. cause stuff like this comes out of my head:
Stars shining bright above you, Night breezes seem to whisper, "I love you, but I'm going to invade your sleep, tart you up like a 1940s contract player from the RKO lot, swing you around in a ghastly approximation of a foxtrot, and then fling your screaming body from a parapet on the ninetieth floor of a Deco skyscraper." Ain't love grand? (and it is. it really is.)

til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 9:15 AM

Friday, September 10, 2004

"Why can't I think of anything?" "You're flustered. You must calm down." "Why can't you think of anything?" "Because I'm flustered."

I know I said I'd post on Monday, but Thai food fell through and I've been really busy. Second week of classes was interesting, to say the least, and the pace is starting to pick up, but thusfar I'm enjoying it. my first english paper is due today and I found out that out of 18 possible topic choices, 2/3 of the class is writing on the same one as me. I've had biology three times this week, and I'm sick of it. and I lost the book for my internet class... the day we had a chapter quiz. like I said, it's been interesting.

In other news, finally saw TB (my teddy bear) and was all psyched to show him one of my favorite movies... but the tape broke. so we watched a Disney film instead. have been invited to 2 birthday parties this weekend, and am nervous about whether I chose the right gift. The themes are dragons and fairies, and I'm plodding away at my sketchbook making TB's little brother into a dragon slayer and his sister into a daoine. *sigh* so much to do, so little time. and I've been asked to the fair: children, sugar, fried food, and rides that go fast in unpredictable directions. oh I am definitely gonna be sick.

as a closing update, I recently started watching the stock market channel. Bear in mind, I only watch because I suspect that anchor man of being an evil leprechaun... he can bullshit everybody else, but he ain't fooling me.

til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 8:45 AM

Friday, September 03, 2004

"I don't care whose fault this was, just get it sorted! And could someone please bring me something deep fat fried and smothered in chocolate?"

god I hate this. for the past 2 weeks, it's either too hot or windy to function. I have just completed my first week of classes and have a ton of homework. I'm operating on very little sleep, yet am being blamed for how late I keep everyone else awake. I have been placed under limited house arrest for a stupid reason, and want nothing more than to see my teddy bear and visit my friends. and I'm out of chocolate.

the minimal silver lining includes finishing a web assignment in 10 minutes, a previously missed ep of C.S.I., gaining some much needed advice and insight on the male perspective, and the possibility of Thai food this weekend. (a little sad, I know, but I don't have much to go on.)

in other news, my beloved uncle is being a major pain (and I don't care if he sees this.... just keep your fingers crossed that he doesn't.) he's fighting with his new fiance about the wedding, the honeymoon, the flowers, the band, the cake, and the bridesmaids' dresses. ironically, the only thing they're not fighting about is the prenup. still, I'm thinking about turning the guest book into an odds bet about how long after the reception it takes him to kill her. My bet is a day or two after the honeymoon. (some people are saying he'll off her beforehand, but I say that's just a waste of nonrefundable tickets.)

must dash now. on monday, will either bore you with more "woe is me" diatribes or dazzle with Hemingway descriptions of glass noodles and pad thai. til next post.

Cleo opened her eyes at 1:39 PM