Insomniacs Anonymous

2005-10-20T03:27:00.000-07:00

I came up with a new idea for a game. it would be a drinking game, played by fans and viewers of C.S.I. (all versions), House, X-Files, Forensic Files, etc.- pretty much any show that shows an autopsy. and the object of the game is that every time you see an autopsy, you take a drink. it'll be called 'Autopsy Time' and I'll make up t-shirts that say "take a drink; it's autopsy time!' for the players and you'll be able to buy them in a kit with shot glasses that have blood stains or scalpels or rubber gloves on them. and it'll be huge because most normal people can't watch autopsies on tv without getting wasted on Ketel One and Skyy.

and now back to your regularly scheduled insomnia.

2005-09-26T12:35:00.000-07:00

"Our deepest fear is going crazy from loneliness. The only thing that helps me keep my slender grip on reality is the friendship I have with my collection of singing potatoes."

Alright, so maybe I'm not completely zonkers yet. it's just hard right now, trying to find something to snap me out of... whatever this is. the story of my life is finding someone or something that works, that makes me happy, then I lose them and I don't know why. invariably, it's explained as something I said or did or didn't say or didn't do. as though it's never their fault. maybe it is and maybe it isn't; I'm not judging. I'm just... lonely.
and when I'm lonely for too long, I start doing things that I know are not smart or safe or anything but a distraction. and I don't really care, because I need to be distracted.
human beings are designed to handle a lot of things, but loneliness is not one of them.

2005-02-18T11:15:00.000-07:00

saw this on Clawed's site; thought it was nif-teh. try it.

The voice that should mean the most is not the talking magnet.

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2005-02-03T14:14:00.000-07:00

"What time did you come in last night, anyway? It must have been late, because I was in bed at midnight, and I know you weren't there."

Sorry it's been so long since my last update. holidays were hectic, but got a lot of awesome stuff (got a C.S.I. companion guide and locked myself in the bedroom for three days... that's not weird, right?) then, had to gear up for school and stuff. for as busy as I am, I'm still having a hard time finding stuff to fill the rest of my hours. poetry and reruns on tv only take up so much time.
ironic, considering that if there's one thing I can usually do fairly well, it's keep myself occupied. I can't always cheer myself up, or make myself more efficiently, or even keep a firm grasp on my emotional sanity... but oh yes, I can keep busy like no other.
if there was a cemetary nearby that resembled the one on BtVS, I could keep myself very entertained into the wee hours. although my vitamin C intake would climb exponentially to stave off subsequent illness from lying on cold marble and wet grass at all hours. *wry grin* and within the week, I would have the authorities after me for disturbing the peace of the predawn hours... probably by sappily singing Nightwish and "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" at the top of my lungs. Can't you just see me now?

Oh well, things beckon. most pressing is what to do for Valentine's Day [a.k.a. the miserable, alcoholism-inducing, greeting-card-company-spawned holiday] in 11 days.

til next post.

2004-12-02T14:15:00.000-07:00

"I-I'm not - I'm not very good at - at, you know... " "Constructing sentences?"

have you ever had something to say, and you knew it had to be said, but you just couldn't find the right way to say it? it's like the ship gliding through the universe of language suddenly takes a nosedive into a blackhole of incoherence whenever the subject is even remotely broached. (look at that. I can be eloquent writing about the damn thing, and still can't come up with a good way to spit it out. ACK!

anyway, wedding was fairly uneventful. didn't catch the bouquet but did learn I have a gift with calming and quieting [other people's] young children. spent Thanksgiving with B and his family, trying new delicacies like deep fried turkey and green bean casserole. my dessert went over well, and the younger set burned off the meal with tickle wars and pillow fights. (word of warning: move all furniture out of the way and make sure zippers are covered before starting.)

in other news, there is no heat in my apartment, and winter wardrobe (including pajamas) has mysteriously disappeared into annals of storage. have resorted to layering summer clothing and using flannel lined sleeping bags for bedding. (if this continues, may have to turn on stove and climb in.)

school is going alright. have completed 5+ weeks of work for 2 classes in 2 days. (am really quite tired.) will complete final project for last class tomorrow, then have only to worry about one final and presents for professors and classmates next week. most other shopping and obtaining of presents has concluded; only two objects continue to elude me. but I shall prevail. *evil laughter* mwah ha ha ha ha. *clears throat* moving on...

must dash now. notes to study, tests to take, odd fan-fic stories to write, presents to finish, baking to do, sleeping pills to mix with alcohol. til next post.

"What are you doing two weeks on Saturday?" "Probably killing myself." "Excellent. What time does that finish? Cause there's a parade... Do you like boats?"

2004-11-18T18:15:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

2 weeks since my last post. wow. I've been busy. work, baking, homework, fights, shopping, trips, impending holiday madness (presents, food, social calendar, what to wear), and I have a wedding this weekend. a relative I haven't seen since we were kids, when we fought all the time anyway, just sends an invite out of the blue. go figure.

I'm also fighting off getting sick and losing my mind, and trying to get more sleep to help my battle. which is not as simple as it sounds. true there's rarely anything good on at 2:00 in the morning, but still, there is fun to be had. Like, last night, I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died. (j/k)

well, homework calls. must dash. incidently, I highly recommend Hooverphonic for downtime music, esp. Inhaler; mellow rock undertone with a good beat and a house rhythm.

anyway. til next post. I'll let you know if I catch the bouquet.

2004-11-04T17:23:00.000-07:00

"My dear girl, you can not keep bumping your head against reality and saying it is not there."

dear insoms,

this is one of those "if a tree falls in a forest" things. Up until 4 days ago, I was perfectly capable of going through life oblivious to the things I wanted to be oblivious about. Now, I've been catapulted out of my happy place and plunged headlong into reality... and I would like nothing more than to believe it's not really there. Unfortunately, that requires the ostrich mechanism which I no longer possess. *head thuds onto desk in despair* ohhhhh... this sucks.

In other news, class has become so boring I've taken up sporadic attendance. I'm going into a depression/insomnia induced baking spiral. (cookies and brownies and cakes-- oh my!) and the cause of my rude awakening (and object of the confusion to be discussed below) is due home in 2 days- with every expectation of seeing me. this really, really sucks.

Parting stuff: Staring at my computer screen around 3 the other morning, I was struck by a thought. Impure thoughts should always be confessed... just never to the person they're about. a possible addendum could be that people who are left out of them should also stay uninformed, but I kind of like it the way it is.

2004-10-28T11:46:00.000-07:00

"We look at each case objectively, regardless of sex, creed, color, or bubblegum flavor." [my RoE prof and Grissom think a lot alike.]

dear insoms,

okay, quick update: classes are going okay; homework is boring and occasionally goes undone for periods of time. Halloween is fast approaching, making me worry about other imminent events: holidays, homecoming, anniversaries, finals, my cousin's wedding... too much to do.
still, I can't stress too much- my manicurist gave me a gorgeous new dress, and my nails look so awesome right now. it's distracting as I type. they're silver with blue flames and glitter, and are the perfect accect to my Halloween costume. I just hope it's not too cold Sunday night.
it's raining intermittently, so I'm listening to jazz and opera, and craving Italian food bigtime. good news: C.S.I. is on tonight, I've got a new CD, and my assignments for next week are done! one class to get through and I'm freeeeee!

must dash now. til next post.

2004-10-20T15:15:00.000-07:00

"You can deny you like it all you want. But, I know for a fact, that every time you guys are relaxing or hanging out or watching tv, you like nothing more than to just lie next to her and watch her sleep."
"It would be impossible to lie next to her. She sleeps hanging from a ramp in the ceiling, wrapped in a cocoon of her own wings."

So maybe I'm not that bad, but I'm thinking about it. Have you ever had someone watch you sleep? It's creepy. I mean what is the attraction? *shudders* in other news, sorry I haven't posted in a while. things have been hectic. moving, school, work... busy busy busy. and it's raining!!! I've been thinking and hoping and praying that it would rain for a few weeks now and it finally does and it's been pouring all day. makes you wonder; that whole 'power of one voice' thing. anyway, must dash but wanted to leave ya with a lyric from today's anthem- I'm Only Happy When It Rains by Garbage.

I'm only happy when it rains
I'm only happy when it's complicated
And though I know you can't appreciate it
I'm only happy when it rains...
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didn't accidentally tell you that
I'm only happy when it rains

til next post.

2004-09-21T09:15:00.000-07:00

"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.

2004-09-10T08:45:00.000-07:00

"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.

2004-09-03T13:39:00.000-07:00

"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.

2004-08-23T14:30:00.000-07:00

"Why has the car stopped?" "It's frightened."

dear insoms,

man, it has been a while since I posted. to catch you up, I have been inducted into a group of people who make the gang from NAU seem normal, if not downright sane. The above quote refers to my approaching Frank's house of Insane Back-Cracking for the first time. our leader is Frank, my new chiropractor, who pieces me back together a few times a week and is unbrainwashing me from "the evils of 3rd edition D&D". I have officially been named his white female clone... which was cool but unexpected since I'm so new to the group. the rest of our members include chris, Scully, Sher-bear, my new sister Mars, Mike the II, Oreo the WonderCat, and Mike III (a.k.a. Pudge the miniature nudist.) they're a lot of fun, and there's talk flying around of kidnapping me for a few weeks to get me to relax and teach me all I need to know. (which is fine with me)

what else? our absentee matriarch returned home this week, loaded with donuts and salsa and criticisms for us. got a MtG starter deck from Frank, who wants to teach me the ropes so I can play in strip tournaments. and what else? oh, got the cutest, fluffiest teddy bear from someone. they sprayed it with their cologne, and it smells so yummy. *sniffs teddy bear, sighs contentedly*

anyway, am also working and playing and packing and working on a very icky appeal. so have to run now. Til next post.

2004-08-13T14:32:00.000-07:00

"You all seem to be very anxious about something." "It's the chandelier. It fell down, almost killed us."

dear insoms,

it's Friday the 13th! *breaks into chorus of What a Freaky Day* "What a freaky day this is, everything's all wrong; but forget your problems and your rotten luck and join in singing this song...*does weird monster choreography* it's Friday the 13th" anyway, work was pleasant enough, but I think I've worked enough for one week. remember how I said I have entertaining coworkers? one of them closed a movie lockbox on one of his vest buttons. he was just standing there with this copy of Hellboy hanging off his chest. it was funny.

but anyway, decided another shift would do me in, so I'm doing a movie night with a friend instead. (keeping my fingers crossed my movie comes in tonight; it's one of my faves and they've never seen it.)

in other news, have a meeting tomorrow, but I can go in my pjs if I want to. (after all, I went to work in my slippers today.) and must dash now. am expecting a call. sweet dreams. til next post.

2004-08-12T16:50:00.000-07:00

"You must tell me all about yourself, in every detail, but oh, so slowly... so very slowly, so that it takes a very, very long time."

Dear Insoms,

I am fascinating. it is a concept that still has me puzzled, but it's true. In spite of the many facets of my character I have already revealed to someone, I remain a riddle wrapped in a mystery coated in nougat flavored enigma. Added to this is the frightening deadly accuracy with which I peg them, and our relationship is odd indeed. I suppose the question is how long do I want to remain so unknown? (and once I stop being so mysterious, how well known will I allow myself to become?)

on a lighter note, saw a friend I had greatly missed over the summer, and got to catch up for a while. things between the poncy Brit and myself have been resolved, and he may even honor me with a visit before months's end. (may be the only visit I get, since I don't seem to warrant the time and gas money of others) I was insanely busy at the lab today (filing, printing, processing, fixing computers), and have a late shift at work immediately following. then I'm opening in the morning, and am considering a spare shift tomorrow night. *sigh* at least I have entertaining coworkers.

must dash if I want to make it to work on time. til next post.

2004-08-09T09:15:00.000-07:00

"Oh, damn the English, and their STUPID sense of fair play!"

dear insoms,

thought in addition to the new Quote posted at left, I might try adding a suitable one to posts every now and then. In this case, above said quote refers to a letter I got from a British pen pal/friend who is very sweet, but very irritating when it comes to "rules" and "propriety" and all the rest of those annoying ideals. said friend is less than pleased with events set in motion last year which are just now unfolding into a great big sticky mess. *crosses arms and pouts* it's not fair. furthermore, it's not my fault, but try telling that to an Englishman brought up as a model of strict British morality. *rolls eyes*
so, I thought I'd use that lovely vehicle of the First Amendment known as the internet to vent. must dash now; loads to do. will pop in later.
til then, Sweet Dreams.

2004-08-07T14:52:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

in honor of another month closing since my last post, here I am. sleep is really nuts when I get to have any, but it's all good.
Have begun reporting actions to friend who is currently MIA, in the spirit of Leslie Caron in Daddy Long Legs. (a fantastic movie for those who haven't ever seen or heard of it. hint hint)
Met a stepsibling of a recent friendly acquisition, who described a substance related trip that involved pebbles that carried him around and pink bunnies with Uzis and machine guns.
Have had two (not sure if they're dates, but that's what I'll call them) dates with a friend, who is sweet and nice and kinda cute. most recent of the said dates lasted over 4 hours.
Had to take off work and cancel lunch date b/c morning after 4+ hour date, I got sick. (seriously, sweated the fever out and soaked my sheets.) not fun.
Just got off work and am heading home to relax and watch sappy movie in fluffy blue bathrobe. Speaking of casual sleepwear, this Friday the 13th, they want us to wear slippers to work. Why I don't know, but I'm not gonna question it.

Must dash for now, but will return soon with any and all interesting tidbits sometime this week. Sweet dreams.

2004-07-26T14:45:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

at the risk of a green bean attack from DTF's trusty crossbow- or whatever plot Clawed will devise to get me for playing matchmaker... again- I'm thinking that since going beyond fantasy realm with my new supervisor at the lab would just be wrong, that maybe Clawed would be interested in meeting him. they share lots of similar interests- microbiology, forensics, the color blue, and an eerie penchant for Ren Faires, manga and all things C.S.I. [and Clawed, I have three words for you- Roger... Smith... clone. think about it.]
alright, enough for now. am attempting to wrangle a visit out of someone, and I must check on ticket prices for planes, trains, and mobile rodents.
Sweet dreams. Til next post.

2004-07-20T16:25:00.000-07:00

oooh, and I almost forgot. rather like our beloved Gil Grissom, my new super is into bugs. His office is rapidly becoming filled with specimens- dead and living alike- and he was playing with one of his spiders when I walked in and had a spot of deja vu over the similarity between the picture he presented and a scene from an ep of C.S.I. called Who Are You? (Season 1, episode 6).
I could make the obvious statement that the way to his heart is to fondle his tarantula but I don't think I will. Just too obvious. It would make an interesting pickup line, though- would you care to fondle my tarantula? Its very soft and fuzzy. Guaranteed to bring on a drink in the face... which could go a long way to explaining why that gorgeous hunk-o-man is still single.
alright. that's enough for now. til next post.

2004-07-20T15:53:00.000-07:00

in other news, got a new supervisor at the lab today. allow me to say damn. the guy is a serious hottie and close to my age. We went out on a call and I almost botched my print lifting cause he was playing with the owner's pets.
I now understand the feelings that Sarah felt for Gil on C.S.I. (i.e. the love that dare not speak its name; pleasure cruising on the S.S. Geek Love)All this time I've been wanting a boss like that, and now I have one. I should have phrased my wish more carefully. Oh no, not boss. (unless I get a new position or only work hours when he's not there. cause we can play "Criminalist and Evidence: Search Me" till the cows come home, but I'll make a lousy investigator with that fine specimen distracting me.) *stops and thinks about marketing such a game to C.S.I. enthusiasts.* 'kit comes complete with two brushes, edible powder, a blindfold, handcuffs, and a soundtrack CD for mood music and evidence collection montages.' yeah, I would so buy that.

2004-07-20T05:29:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

I was up late the other night after work. (not smart considering my early shift the following morning, but I couldn't sleep.) anyway, I was watching the music video channels and I was struck by something. most sad songs equate being worried, depressed or alone with insomnia. Country is one of the worst genres. "I'm not gonna sleep [til I touch your face]... not a wink, I can go for days." or "I wake up and teardrops fall down like rain... go to bed, dream of you, that's what I'm doing these days." or "I never knew there were such great movies on TV at 3AM/ I never guessed that at midnight Tuesday, I could have pizza ordered in/ I never been a real night owl, But these days I'm all turned 'round... I should be sleepin' instead of keepin' these late hours I've been keepin'... instead of dreamin' about you."
Even mainstream has sad songs about staying up. "sleep has left me alone/ to carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong." And "I've relied on my illusion to keep me warm at night [without you]... up all night drinking to drown my sorrows down/ but nothing seems to help me since you've gone away." Not only are some of these lyrics conducive to depression, they also talk about unsafe behavior- like driving past the point of exhaustion. "I'm gonna drive til I can't think, cause you're all that's on my mind these days... dreaming of you is too much to take, but staying awake brings me pain I can't bear... so I'm gonna drive til I can't think."
In the past, I've claimed some of these songs (sleepy sappy country and parasomnia praising pop alike) as my own insomniacal anthems, and I often find that the more I listen, the less I sleep. A personal observation perhaps, but interesting nonetheless. oh well. just something to think about the next time you can't sleep. Sweet dreams, til next post.

2004-07-08T14:41:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

you all need to click the TV Glomping link on the left hand side of the screen. only there could such brilliance as this come from. one of my friends is a recap writer for the site, and occasionally includes her husband in her work. this is one of the best lines ever to come out of Sobell's mind. enjoy.

Episode: Getting Off [Season 4, episode 16]

I use TiVo to pause the episode long enough to shout, "Baby, if we ever get so bored that we're resorting to clowns, let's just go out in a murder-suicide pact!" "Got it!" Mr. Sobell hollers back.

2004-07-07T17:28:00.000-07:00

after reading my last post, Desert Saber tried to turn me on by relating my Almond Joy comment to sex references in Tucson. DesertSabertooth: Almond joy= male, Mounds= female.
Cleopetra101: *leaps onto computer table and bashes head on desk to make the mental image of fornicating candy bars go away*

2004-07-07T17:02:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

being that Clawed and DTF are out of town, and I don't have access to the Airbags Deploy posting center, I shall have to make do. the following is a quote from a conversation I'm having with my friend Scotty.

*discussing the unusual crazy side I displayed by posting the Man Eating Vagina tattoo stuff the other day*
Scott: but I love your nuttiness.
Cleo: I know. everyone does. I'm very much like an almond joy in that regard.

2004-06-30T12:33:00.000-07:00

last one. I promise.

while I think that combining elements of the last two results is more me (I have short silvery hair and a cute face, do enjoy my computer and the company of DTF [who has people in her head that I can't see], do like guns and provide occasional comic relief to our merry band of oddballs) I think this result is the most me. my unusual relationships with teachers, my ability to see in the dark (which covers the Looks and Powers) and my enjoyment of guns and justice (fitting Occupation, n'est-ce pas), enjoy. til next post.

What would your Anime life be like? by hearthlight
Name:
Gender:
Your looks:	Kitty ears and few clothes.
Your best friend:	Mr.Wiggles the sock puppet.
Your powers:	Control of shadows.
Your beloved:	Your mentor/teacher.
Your occupation:	Bounty hunter.
Your ending:	Tragic...everyone dies.

Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

2004-06-30T12:30:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

Considering my new look and the obsession with getting online at any available time (and the fact that my love life is currently non existent), I think this result is a better fit. What do you think?

What would your Anime life be like? by hearthlight
Name:
Gender:
Your looks:	Short silver hair.
Your best friend:	Your computer. Really.
Your powers:	Shape-shifting.
Your beloved:	None, you haven't the time.
Your occupation:	Comic relief.
Your ending:	Moving and life affirming.

Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

2004-06-30T12:26:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

the next time you can't sleep, I recommend passing the time by taking online quizzes. I'm going to add some pages to my links section. click one the next time you're bored. Quizilla.com is a fantastic site, as is Memegen.net (I took my first quiz from there today.) Here are the results.

What would your Anime life be like? by hearthlight
Name:
Gender:
Your looks:	Ethereal beauty.
Your best friend:	Someone no one else can see.
Your powers:	No powers. Just guns.
Your beloved:	A valiant hero.
Your occupation:	Villain.
Your ending:	Sweet and romantic.

Created with the ORIGINAL MemeGen!

2004-06-29T15:16:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

I have decided to post the stuff about the Man Eating Vagina tattoo that I was debating putting up in my X-Files recap. so here it is. enjoy.

Back at Ed's -- oh, fine. Cut to the tattoo parlor. Bactine is sprayed on Scully's bare back. She inhales sharply. They shave her back. Scully shoots Ed a very flirtatious look. He smiles at her. Milty peels the ink thingie -- you know, the stencil-like thing they use so they're not all free-handing it -- off her back, showing the design. It's the snake she was looking at earlier. Weird, porn-y Hey, Tattoos Are HOT music plays in the background. Cut to close shots of the needle, the ink, the breaking of skin. "She wants the same red, like mine," Ed says. Scully gasps as Milty gets going with the needle. She is so having cheer sex with Ed. They both look a little hot and bothered. Okay, a whole lot hot and bothered. Tattooing. Tattooing. Could this be more of a sex metaphor?
With all the (subdued, thank God) orgasm faces from Scully and the breaking of the skin with a phallic object (the needle) and the snake which is itself also a phallic object (not to mention the fact that it's a phallic object which has been transformed into a -- shit, I can't remember what the lady version of phallic is. Vaginocentric? [oh yeah. Yonic.] Whatever. It's circular. And in making itself circular (i.e. female), the snake has to destroy itself (by eating itself), which of course ties into this theme that pops up in horror films all the time, which is that that which is "female" is to be feared, because it will devour you- either literally or metaphorically- and that's totally all represented in the very image of the snake!
Also, of course, in Ed's tattoo-- Jodie (a vengeful woman) is destroying Ed, much as his wife (another vengeful woman) destroyed him when she divorced him. All that being said, however, I'm sure Chris Carter and company designed Scully's snake tattoo-- and don't get me started on the symbolism of giving Scully a tattoo that represents a man-eating vagina, because I could go on for days about 1013's Issues With Women. Also, don't look at me that way. We talked about the Man-Eating Vagina in my History of the Horror Film class for, like, weeks. Oh, shut up. P.S.- Man-Eating Vagina is the name of my new band. (And yes, I know that the tattoo is that symbol thingie from Millennium, which I guess premiered or something the week this episode aired originally, and so it's a little 1013 shout-out, but I find their in-jokes annoying and so I'm just pretending I don't know about that, okay?)
And now I have no idea where I was. What's my name?
Anyway, Ed peeks at the process, then back at Scully. He smiles. Unlike everyone I've watched get a tattoo, she doesn't look like she's in too much pain. She actually seems like she's enjoying it. And when I say, "enjoying it," I mean "enjoying it." (of course, considering my views of pleasure vs. pain and how one is just a more acceptable form of the other... well, you can see why I went so in depth about writing that stuff.) Concluding, Milty wipes blood away from Scully's back. All done!

p.s.- since I had to gloss over the sex part (and the stuff leading up to it), too, I thought I'd write that for you as well. Here ya go.

Back at Ed's. He looks out the window at the rain and tells Scully that he thinks she had better stay. You know. For her own good. "The weather and a few drinks under your belt..." he says. "I'd just feel better if you stayed here." (I just bet you would, you sexy thing you.) Scully smiles at her shoes. "I'm not up to anything," Ed promises. "I just want you to be safe. I'll take the couch." Scully smiles up at him. Ed waits a beat before asking if her tattoo hurts. She shakes her head. "Yeah, um, it feels weird," she says. "I, uh, I can't see it and...I feel different...and, um, I don't know how I feel about that," Scully finishes. Ed walks over. They look at each other. He walks around and pulls up the back of her shirt, taking off the bandage. "It looks all right," he tells her. Scully turns around to face him and notices blood on his cuff. "Ed, you're bleeding again." She wants to take a look at it. "I am a doctor," Scully says, and starts ripping off his clothes. "They said this could happen," he offers weakly. What? That your crazy talking tattoo would bleed and a sexually repressed doctor/scientist/FBI agent would rip off your shirt under the guise of tending to your wounds? That's one hell of a tattoo.
So, Scully takes off all his clothes. Well, most of them. "Ed, it looks burned," Scully says, holding his arm gently. "Get her hands off of me!" Jodie growls. Ed grabs Scully's hands, moving them roughly away. Scully gasps and looks up at him. They stare at each other. "Those are bad thoughts you're having, baby," Jodie warns Ed. "Kiss her, and she's dead." So Ed kisses Scully. The camera pulls back. Ed slams the door shut. And we retreat into the darkness and down the hall. Not the farthest 1013 has ever pushed the envelope on the show, but interest- piquing nonetheless.

til next post.

2004-06-24T14:00:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

Don't you just hate it when crazy religious cults insert banana slugs into your body against your will, just because they think the slugs are Jesus Christ? Cause I know I sure do.
Is this going to lead to "W.W.B.S.D.?" bracelets- What Would Banana Slug Do? If it is, I'm just gonna cash out now and hole up in a bomb shelter somewhere... or Grissom's apartment (after all, they have the same frequency of interaction with other humans.)

Now that I have you all royally confused (if you aren't, I'll just be sad) I should probably explain... *points up* that. Normally my posts have some semblance of rhyme and reason, or at least method to my deprivation induced madness... but not this time. Forget rhyme. Ignore reason. The X-Files have taken over my brain and everyone is still really, really confused.

In other news, I got a record 13.5 hours of sleep yesterday. My bedroom is looking better, so I'm inclined to spend more time in there, but to be honest, it's never going to be featured in Architectural Digest... unless they do a spread on the Ten Most Depressing Apartments in Arizona, Ever.
Unfortunately, after the sleep-a-thon of Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, I couldn't sleep last night. so I stayed up to watch The X-Files (all X junkies and fanatics, rise with me now to hum the theme song.) For those of you who don't watch the show, I'm going to go over the highlights and you can read it or not as the mood strikes. it was the ep where the guy gets a Bettie Page tattoo that drives him to kill people, and I was struck by the oddest thing. The tattooed psycho was actually kind of cute. I mean, he slams into his apartment and drops his keys on the sofa and starts slowly peeling off his wet clothes- and my brain sat up and went Hellllo. (I'm sorry. I know. He's not...well, that's the thing, he's not bad, he just has a -- man, this one is hard to describe like I don't know what's going to happen. Let's just say that if you have to get involved with a dude with a tattoo that makes him want to kill you, it helps when he's easy on the eyes. That's all I'm saying.
So, I'm sitting there watching this episode, and I start to get kind of emotional. I'm drooling over Mulder and empathizing with the psycho and badly needing chocolate, while The Sad Piano of Petra; Seriously- Suicide Might Not Be Such a Bad Idea, In Light of What's Probably Going to Happen to You Later (Just Kidding, Kids: Suicide Is Never the Answer) plays in the background. *shrugs* but I digress.
So anyway, Scully's at a memorial in D.C., and looking forlorn- and with good reason. [the episode before this, she found out she has cancer... from a dude who can regenerate his own head (and who, ironically, later becomes the only doctor on ER that I don't want to smack with a nine-iron).] I mean, yeah, she has the alien abduction/dead sister thing out of the way, but she's still got cancer, the wonder duo of Doggett & Moronica, Mulder drilling holes in his skull, Mulder going crazy, Mulder dying, Mulder dying, Mulder dying, Mulder dying, Mulder being abducted, Diana Fowley, whale songs, giving her Sort-of-Alien-I-Guess-He's-A-Miracle-But-He's-Gone-So-Who-Cares Baby up for adoption, and the end of the world left to contend with. All that, and they've still got her in taupe pantsuits. Man, life is cruel.
Soldiering on, Scully's sitting at Mulder's desk, examining his name plaque. She looks at the "I Want To Believe" poster. Her hair looks very, very nice. (Take off the taupe, though, Dana. Take off the taupe.) Then Mulder pops in, mad b/c the Bureau is making him take a vacation by threatening to dock his pay if he doesn't get the hell out of town. And Scully finally asks the question that we've all been pondering since the Pilot: "Why don't I have a desk?" Mulder, having never given the matter much thought and assuming Scully had a desk in one of the dark corners of the Lush Basement Office, replies, "We'll have them send down another desk and there won't be any room to move down here but we can put them really close together, face to face and maybe we can play Battleship," he says. Scully doesn't crack a smile; neither did I. Cause while the image of the two of them playing Battleship is a cute one. excuse me, Mulder. Scully can't have a desk because you'll feel too cramped? In your basement office? I hate to say this -- really, it pains me -- but shut up. just sit there and look pretty... Good boy.
Anyway, Mulder is asking Scully to keep an eye on stuff while he's gone, and hands her a paper, asking her to run checks on all these Russian dudes, then go to Philadelphia and follow them around. (The names on this list, by the way, include "Vladimer Nabokov" and "Yakof Smirnoff." Did you know that "Smirnoff" is in Microsoft Word's Spellcheck? "Smirnoff," but not "dicksmack." What the hell kind of world are we living in?)
Scully icily informs him that she's not going, because the contact who gave him the list- while "interesting in the context of science fiction," -was actually recounting the plot of a Rocky and Bullwinkle episode. "Eenie meenie, chili beanie, the spirits are about to speak?" Mulder sings. Scully recounts the plot of said episode. It is, indeed, exactly what the guy told them. Mulder purses his mouth up in a tiny little circle. "So, you're refusing an assignment based on the adventures of Moose and Squirrel," he asks. (Get it? Because they're Moose and -- oh, you get it).
Continuing down the never ending path of Psychoticness we're skipping down, the tattoo guy apparently wants to have his tattoo covered up. I can't imagine why. Think of all the fun you could have with a talking tattoo; you'd never be bored on long car rides again! Since the artist won't cover it til it's fully healed, Ed (a.k.a. tattoo psycho) sulks out and Scully follows him. They sort of hit it off, and she ends up at his apartment. I only have one piece of advice for Ed (and all my dear readers): When you've got a girl coming over, hide all evidence of the fact that you're a bit...troubled. At least on the first date. All the pictures with your head burned out, and the ones where you've scrawled "loser" on your face with Sharpie, or the ones where you've pasted a picture of Christy Turlington in next to you -- those all need to get shoved in the bottom drawer of your desk for the time being. okay? good. moving on.
He takes her to a scummy bar, and procedes to point out that everyone else seems to have it worse off than him. Scully says you can't tell what's going on in someone's head just by looking at them. "I mean, they probably think we're the ones who are screwed up," she says. "Aren't we?" Ed asks, leaning in closer to her. But not in a creepy way. (See, that's one of the brilliant things about this episode: Ed is a killer, yes, and he's certainly got issues. But nutsy talking tattoo aside, he's a pretty sympathetic character.) Scully doesn't answer, but I think I can field Ed's question. the answer is: yes, yes, a thousand times yes. You are both phenomenally screwed up.
To quickly gloss over the next part (which I wrote about in 2 pages of extreme detail in my notebook; I'm still deciding if I want to post it, cause it is wierd and you don't want to get me started on the symbolism of giving Scully a tattoo that represents a man-eating vagina, because I could go on for days about 1013's Issues With Women. Also, don't look at me that way. We talked about the Man-Eating Vagina in my History of the Horror Film class for, like, 3 weeks. Oh, shut up.) Scully gets a tattoo of her own and has hot monkey sex with Tattoo Ed in his depressing apartment.
Mulder comes home and WE find out why Ed's tattoo is making him crazy. and Scully gets to pay for having a little fun with a hot guy. Can't have the future mother of the Savior of the World (Or Is He?) having sex with a dude she just met. Cause that won't do at all. She's got to remain untouched, in preparation for her one lonely night with Mr. Mulder. [Maybe after she gives it up, Mulder will get her a damned desk!]
(Okay, I just looked at the clock and my time's almost up, so the last part of this is gonna go fast.)
Ed tries to kill Scully; she wakes up in the hospital with Mulder watching her sleep; they fight; and after a great shot of the two of them sitting there in silence, both looking completely miserable and uncomfortable and angry and frustrated, we fade out. Good times.

2004-06-22T16:32:00.000-07:00

dear readers and fellow insoms,

it is amazing, is it not, the roller coaster ride that is some days? take today for instance. I woke up after far too little sleep, to go play in the lab. Had lots of fun and learned tons, and my mentor says she's looking forward to teaching me more down the road as she continues shaping me into her assistant and protoge.
Then I went online, and received a devastating blow. My breathing is shallow & ragged, my pulse is alarmingly high and my face & body are growing dangerously warm (a testament to how upset I am). Can it be possible that I am so ill thought of? by people I love and care about? Are those I want around me and miss so desperately the ones who truly... hate me? (I tremble at the thought.) I feel angry and sick, furious and nauseous, seeing red and tasting bile. My very thoughts are making me ill, and only writing them out seems to purge the poison within.
My world is cut away from me; my friends are lost.

2004-06-14T17:29:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

once again, I post. two posts in one day is unusual but technically I was just reposting a post from last week, so it does not count as a post for the day.

anyway, currently I am so shaken by the dreams of the past two nights, I am amazed at the calmness with which I completed orientation today. They filled me with such foreboding and dread that I am not even going to describe them; it's too painful. In addition to the mental distress caused by my nocturnal film noir, I also have something pretty big weighing on my mind. I want and need to talk to a specific someone about it, but the thought of that particular conversation is actually making me ill.

on a brighter note, I looked great at orientation: black dance slacks, cami and heels, with a green button down. and last night I created a new nail polish color: Nicole's Orange Sunset over two coats of Pink Bikini. it looks like melted raspberry sherbet or a Hawaiian sunset sky. *squeals with glee* pretty pretty pretty!

Desert is doing a manga-esque portrait of our circle of friends, as well as individual pics of each of us. I'm trying to decide which alter ego I want to be drawn as/with. there aren't many... they're just varied.

*takes a deep breath; exhales* tonight I look forward to a fairly uncomplicated evening -including popcorn and a classic film- before turning in early and prepping myself for my first day as a volunteer C.S.I. wish me luck. and as always, I wish you sweet dreams and interesting Sleep Deprivation Psychoses. til next post.

2004-06-14T17:24:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

I am praying that this post goes through. it's actually a post from Friday or Saturday of last week, but the computer I was working on was being a butt and wouldn't post due to internal server errors. *sticks tongue out at dumb computer* anyway, here goes.

after another wierd dream [the other] night that combined characters and components from several of my favorite tv shows (C.S.I., Without a Trace, Sue Thomas, Crossing Jordan, Pretender), I have decided I am slowly going nuts. Stress and other things are causing some of the oddest dreams I've had in a while.

And I have now come to grips with the real reason I used to keep myself up for days on end before sleeping; it was to avoid dreaming, since when I finally would sleep, my body would make it dreamless to more efficiently refuel itself. The enforcement of a somewhat regular sleep cycle is causing the strangeness factor to shoot off the charts.

And in other news, I have had the same song playing in my head for the past four days. It serves as a soundtrack for some of my dreams (or pertinent parts therein), I find myself whistling or humming it for no reason, and when there's nothing good on the radio, I turn it off and sing it over and over. the sad/unusual/wierd thing about it is that it's oddly appropriate for my dream situations and befitting of my love life. It is "Stupid" by Sarah McLachlan, and in an attempt to get it out of my head for awhile, I'm going to scribe the lyrics for you. Read, enjoy, listen to it, and watch the music video if you get the chance. Til next post.

Night lift up the shades
let in the brilliant light of morning
But steady there now
for I am weak and starving for mercy
Sleep has left me alone
to carry the weight of unravelling where we went wrong
It's all I can do to hang on
to keep me from falling
into old familiar shoes

How stupid could I be?
A simpleton could see
That you're no good for me
But you're the only one I see

love has made me a fool
it set me on fire and watched as I floundered
unable to speak
except to cry out and wait for your answer
But you come around in your time
Speaking of fabulous places/ create an oasis
that dries up as soon as you're gone
you leave me here burning in this desert without you

*chorus*

Everything changes/ everything falls apart
Can't stand to feel myself losing control
but deep in my senses I know

*chorus*

2004-06-10T16:12:00.000-07:00

Dear Insoms,

one of the interesting things about getting sleep every once in a while are the dreams that wait for you. The dreams waiting for me for the past two weeks have fallen into one of three catagories: 1- dreams where I beat the hell out of someone (or get it beat out of me), 2- dreams that make no sense whatever (like the one where an actor with a paperclip wrench turns the sprinklers on at a new version of my old high school) or 3- dreams where I throw some hapless guy on a bed and have at it (and we're talking the good, R- rated romance novel kind of sex, too.)

Why this is happening is beyond me; one of my friends (who doubles as a therapist when needed) says that the violence dreams are an attempt to deal with the chaos in my life, the wierd dreams are probably just things getting cleared out of my head, and the sex stuff is because I'm hormonal primed for it and not doing anything [or anyone] about it. *shrugs* I don't see why I have to do anything on that point, but it's worth considering.

In other news, work and play are going pretty well, I was in a mild car accident today (don't worry, I'm fine) and I'm waiting patiently to get my tickets for Harry Potter. I'm also very tense and stressed, and in desperate need of a deep tissue massage followed by a bubble bath. Oh well.

And now, I must go. As always, sweet dreams and interesting Sleep Deprivation Psychoses. Til next post.

2004-06-01T13:26:00.000-07:00

dear insoms,

returned from PHX safe and sound, although loaded with cherry juice and diet soda (it's all I drank at the bar.) stopped in Tucson on the way home for a visit, had a pleasant evening with DesertSabertooth and his mom.

Memorial Day weekend was uneventful. Swam, played cards, watched movies & drunk karaoke, participated in sober karaoke, got my grades from last semester (ouch!!!)
Going to watch Deliver Us from Eva tonight with Mom;

still trying to convince her Daredevil is a good movie so we can watch it. *keep your fingers crossed*

meanwhile, C.S.I. had its season finale on the 23. *sigh* I yet have hope that Sara (Jorga Fox) will take that all important first step - and the 11 that follow - so that the S.S. Geek Love may safely dock on Relationship Island... someday. Til then, we can just pray for a sweeps stunt involving Nicky (George Eads) and Warrick (Gary Dourdan) going undercover as lifeguards. (But only if it's a multipart sweeps stunt. I don't want it to seem tawdry.) *wink wink*

Til next post, sweet dreams and interesting Sleep Deprivation Psychoses.

2004-05-20T17:50:00.000-07:00

Greetings fellow Insoms

I have boring news of my life events, and an amusing interesting story that has no connection to me in any way... except through my post.
Have been city hopping, dashing and driving between the twin cities of Hades and Hell (the only real difference: Hades is cooler and has a bigger library.) on various errands. Had a job interview today (which I don't think went well) at the Hades movie theater in the hopes of landing a summer job that will pay me something. *sigh* oh well. At least I tried. In other news, looking forward to my trip next week as an opportunity to get into mischief where I'm not on a first name basis with the Police Dept. *wink* Don't worry, well documented details will be presented in an upcoming post.

As for the exciting news, someone choked on the letter S. Now, I know what you're thinking: the guy died from an excess of alveolar fricatives? but no. This was not a case of death by phonemes. He choked on a Scrabble tile he tossed and caught in his mouth as a party trick. A moment of silence was held today by geeks and Scrabble enthusiasts worldwide.

On that somber note (that probably has you shaking your heads at the occasional stupidity of humans), pleasant dreams and parasomnia. til next post.

2004-05-17T11:32:00.000-07:00

dear Insomniacs,
my sincerest apologies that I have not written before this. Insanely wierd things took precedence, including the conclusion of my first year at college. It was mostly enjoyable, although there were moments that had me wishing for a sledgehammer and a hitman. Grades should be decent.
Am home now, although the transfer to my own bed has made no real difference in my sleeping habits; I am simply a hopeless insom, and shall remain so for some time to come. *sigh*
but fear not. for when the fall comes, I shall have a new layout, and an extended page. so there will be more to explore when I am remiss in my posts.
In other news, heard from my darling and saw an old friend, which made me smile. got the official okay for an internship, which made me giddy. and *crosses fingers and knocks on all available wooden surfaces* will be going to see favorite comedian of all time while out of town next week, which made me bounce off the walls with ecstatic energy.
Must dash now. but to make up for being so lax in posting, I will make it up to you with a few choice quotes from a music tour at semester´s end. enjoy. til next post

*playing a game of Truth or Dare on the couch*
Duct Tape Fairy: you lick your boob, or I´ll lick your boob. either way, unbutton your shirt! (on a side note, I licked my own boob. so there)

DTF/Cleo: the new Breathmint Flavor: [Cleo] nipple!

Cleo: what can ruin a friendship?
DTF: nipple licking!

2004-03-22T06:15:00.000-07:00

greetings, fellow insoms. sorry I haven't posted in so long. just got back from Spring Break yesterday afternoon. I kicked things off with my first ever Renaissance Festival, then worked for a few days at dorm sweet dorm, then got in a car and from there my week was a blur. Long drives, 3 cats, Thai food, big decisions, window shopping, depression, reading and ice cream, rampant insomnia and parasomnia, meals with family and people that drive me nuts (and no, that wasn't a redundant statement), and lots of 80's movies on late night TV while eating chocolate frosting out of a can.
*sighs* and now I'm sitting at my less than stimulating job, trying desperately to stay awake. last night, instead of getting a few hours of much- needed sleep, I pushed myself to stay up, watched a movie, had some chips and salsa from the best Mexican restaurant in California, drank 2 bottles of Smirnoff Ice, then took a one hour nap. There's nothing but colorful static from the neck up, so my coherence, general sanity, and desire for avoidance of violence and bloodshed are hanging by a very thin thread. On the other hand, I had a 20 minute conversation with the only other person around at that hour, and I was funny. (I actually considered keeping myself up til tonight for Bits, but figured I'd get up to be funny and pass out on the floor instead. *wink*)
hope everyone had a great SB; got lots of rest and relaxation. (damn, I almost got that out with a straight face.) anyway, must go now. til next post, sweet dreams... or at least really interesting Sleep Deprivation Psychosis.

2004-03-10T04:10:00.000-07:00

yesterday was not a good day. I got into a fight, slept through my sociology midterm, and lost the battle to not get sick; all in all, HELL. hopefully today will be better. in fact, the only good thing about yesterday was the sleep I got, which left me cranky and really cheesed I missed my test, so maybe it wasn't that good after all. oh well. til next post.
p.s. take this quiz. it's pretty accurate.

You are a human shadow. If a loved one needs you,
you are always right at his or her heels! Your
deep social connection with human beings
produces your qualities of genuine caring and
charisma. However, at times you are naive to
the true nature of your loved ones. Remember
that humans' gift of free will does not always
lead them in wise directions. But your essence
of love and friendship represent the other
precious gifts of humanity. Overall you are a
strikingly valuable and innocent being who has
a lot to give.

What Kind of Shadow Are You? (with gorgeous pics)
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2004-03-07T19:18:00.001-07:00

Friday night was interesting. Me, Cordilleran and the Duct Tape Fairy went sledding down on S. Campus. Now, normally a Mongol on a mogul would worry me, but the evening was actually quite fun. At one point or another, Cord, DTF and I ended up flat on our backs or butts in pain- mostly from catching too much air off the hill we constructed. But a few choice comments along with some shot glasses full of tea restored us and off we went again. I did criminal damage to my vocal cords with all the screaming and giggling that went on, but I'm very glad I decided to go.
I expect the DTF will blog some of this at Airbags Deploy but I still wanted to leave you with one amusing quote made by yours truly. As we were driving in the Boat, I was struck by the urge to sing. We agreed on "My Immortal" by Evanescence, and the girls started crooning while we wiped the fog off the windshield. The lyrics went something like this: 'When you cried I'd wipe away all of your fog, when you'd scream, we'd put this up on Mad Clawed's blog, and we've been out sledding for way too long, cause now we really have.... to pee.' Til next post

2004-03-03T20:15:00.000-07:00

Take this quiz. it's pretty slamming.

I'm going to die smashed at a SFI-FI/Anime/Comic convention

Choose your Dramatic Death (Now w/pics!!)
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2004-02-25T17:44:00.000-07:00

BLUE

You give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.

Find out your color at Quiz Me!

2004-02-25T17:37:00.000-07:00

My apologies for not posting before now. School and life have been hectic, to say the least. Valentine's had its moments, game has been interesting, and Mardi Gras last night was a blast (I ended up with four strands of beads.)
To make up for my tardiness, a recent study found that aromatherapy can helpm you sleep, even affect your dreams. Scents like chamomile and lavender are calming and relaxing (place a spritz on your pillow or light a candle in your room), while essences like ginger or eucalyptus stimulate your brain's imaging cortex and cause vivid, vibrant dreams. Try it out and let me know how it works for you; my zonkboard should be up soon. Til next post.

2004-02-13T12:52:00.000-07:00

while I love Friday the 13th, my joy is tainted by the pink tinted horror and impending doom that is Valentine's Day (dubbed by my hallmates as Singles' Awareness Day). A day for card companies to exploit all lonelyhearts and a time to gorge yourself on chocolate and sappy chick flicks. oh how I have come to despise the red and pink menace that is February the 14th.
and yet hope springs eternal for this hopeless romantic, in the form of friends and new acquaintances, a secret admirer and smashing party invite, and a huge Hershey's kiss.
if you have someone to share the day with, do it and enjoy by all means. to my fellow single slumber- seekers, I offer this advice for surviving tomorrow: take a hot bath or long shower, eat a turkey sandwich for dinner, make a banana split for dessert, get some chocolate, watch a movie you love or listen to a soothing cd, and relax; treat yourself- you deserve it. (and there's enough trytophan in those collective foods to knock you out if you're in the mood... for sleep. *winks*) sweet dreams be yours, if dreams there be... til next post.

2004-02-09T10:49:00.000-07:00

This is a pretty fun quiz. Makes you think about yourself, and gives you a song to listen to when you can't sleep.

what's your cowboy bebop theme song?

2004-02-08T11:26:00.000-07:00

My apologies to my fellow insomniacs if the following post upsets you (I'll have a comment board up soon so you can yell at me.)
After returning home last night, I pulled on some fuzzy pajamas, turned on a sleep mix and climbed into bed. what ensued was one of the best night's sleep I've had in quite a while; perhaps one of the best in my life. It was deep and dreamless, and brought with it a penultimate, lingering peace. It seems that nearly all is right with the world, and although I know the feeling probably won't last (college life is far too stressful) I am glad I experienced it.
I wish the same sleep, and peace, for all my readers. Til next post.

2004-02-06T08:33:00.000-07:00

Today is my 19th birthday. Please hold your applause until I blow out my candles. game tonight should be interesting; with any luck the Nightshade and Dark Adventuring Co. will finish its most recent contract with time to spare for cake. will let you know tomorrow if I got anything good. :)

2004-02-04T03:21:00.000-07:00

today it snowed. the world is covered in a glittering blanket of white and, though walking is made treacherous by 2 foot deep snowdrifts, there is a serene beauty and an atmosphere of peace which makes rest seem attainable. afternoon classes were cancelled, and I took advantage of the respite to catch a nap and visit some friends; realized I have weirder friends than originally thought. got a birthday present from the family which just made me miss them; I resolve to call and tell them how much I love them and all that jazz. try to get some sleep... unless you just want to stay up. ^^ that's always an option.

2004-02-02T03:41:00.000-07:00

so here we go. my first official post. as an insomniac, I have spent hours riding the information superhighway in search of something to knock me out or make staying up worth it-- with very little success. Therefore, I, Cleopetra, do hereby promise a fun, informative, semi- interesting substance free den of iniquity for all freshly detoxed participants in moral turpitude. thank you and have a nice day. or night.