Friday, December 28, 2007

Insomnia Strikes Again, or I Can't Remember Jack

My newest fashion accessory: the bags under my eyes. Insomnia (or internal clock set 4 hours west) and hair-trigger wakefulness (my squeaky bed wakes me up)= No restful sleep. It's 1:25 A.M. eastern now, and everything south of my head is very awake. I am exhausted, but due to my wonderful med separation system at college, my insomnia meds (not a nightly requirement) were not with the others when meds went into the suitcase. And Tylenol PM does squat for me. Soooo...Hi. These last 2 nights I devoted to the perusal of The Devil's Panties web comic (I'd been thru most of the fanfics I had been trawling...twice. I need new sites). It's one I've been meaning to get to, but haven't had the time. Whee, time.
Currently I'm sleeping (or, heavily and intermittently dosing) from between 2-3 A.M. and 10 A.M. to 12 P.M. (If I'm lucky). But as is usual, the time is full of some VERY vivid dreams (what Technicolor's role model wants to be when it grows up) with the most outrageous and sometimes disturbed plot lines. Sleep deprivation does very weird things to me, but chief among them is that it obliterates the last vestiges of the filter between my brain and my mouth, and pushes up some utterly oddball stuff from said brain. Things like "5-year-old found in grain of sand."
All of my dreams last night had the newest song from Nickelback, "Into the Night," as a background track. The last dream the day before before Mum's pounding got through the earplugs was Carolina Beach music my brain supplied (I loathe, abhor, disdain, and utterly despise Carolina Beach music) along Have you ever seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Imagine the cars, buildings, etc. in Toon Town the first time the detective goes in, when they're all singing and dancing back and forth. Now translate that to real life. I was rather glad to be awakened.

I'm going to listen to the Nickelback song in its entirety to see if that will get it to go away.

Ooh, now I have "An Englishman in New York" rattling around....

("A brilliant what?")

Friday, December 21, 2007


OK, maybe not regression, per se. However, Monkey and I did visit our old HS Wednesday. It was their last day of classes, and our official excuse (used to get past the flying protocol-Nazi monkeys in the front office) was that we came bearing Frankincense, Myrrh, and color-annotated, time-analyzed maps of our county for our old Psych teacher. OK, maybe not the first two, but the last one we did have, courtesy of Monkey's Dad. They looked really cool.... Anyway, we had a note from said Psych teacher, and after I handed over my keys, they gave us passes and allowed us to proceed. Seriously, I can understand wanting to enforce stricter regulations, but some of the stuff they've started doing is just a bit oddball, IMHO.
We went up to see Psych teacher, then made the rounds and dropped off presents (biscotti for all from me, one specific thing to our old AP English teacher from Monkey).
It became a tradition of sorts in my freshman year to give each of my teachers a bag of biscotti, homemade, at the end of each semester. The first year Mum made it, but every year after I did. This came in handy (I suppose) last year when Monkey's and my Journalism class had a bake sale solely aimed at the teachers. We provided a menu of baked good available for order, then they ordered. Fairly straightforward. Except for the part where I got about a hundred pieces of biscotti worth of orders. Our illustrious teacher had shared his with two colleagues, and one afternoon we had entered the class to find the following written on the board:
"Can you freeze biscotti?"
I did not recognize this question for the imminent doom it represented. Having just thought of a perfect (for me) response, I walked to the board and wrote, "No, you have to boil it." When the teacher entered the room I replied that yes, like any other baked good it was perfectly freezable.
When he handed out the baking orders (this was a self-funded club, hence the necessity of the beake sale), I got 2 orders for Devils Food cakes (Monkey, in her eternal wonderfulness, took one of those. I love her), somewhere between 21 and 32 orders of biscotti (of two DIFFERENT kinds, 3 pieces per order), and I also had to make PB cookies.
That's what I get for spreading around food for 4 years and signing up to make so much stuff(see 4th label).

Today, The Flower and I went over to the local rehabilitation center and saw Le Batard. He is WALKING! I had talked to him on the phone and he'd tod me this, so I knew it intellectually, but to see him walking, and (aside from being a bit more irritable and having braces on his neck and torso) back to himself is a whole different thing!
That, and he is still able to tickle attack me and make sexual jokes about everyone around him. He is definitely back to normal.

The Flower and I are going with her BF & friend to see I Am Legend now...Da saw it & I wanna...and I got the savings bond I was waiting on, so I have the money :D.

Au Revoir!
~Brilliance and Light!!!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


Gads, I don't post frequently. I would blame it on no time, as has been the reason most days, but as I spent ALL of yesterday (daytime) reading HP fanfics...that excuse goes out the window. Me being a lazybum again!
I have pretty words. I love large, abnormal, and abstract words. One of my goals is to have at least 2 bookshelves full of books by the end of my college career, though I don't know if that includes grad school or not. I am in a BA Studio Art program now, and after I graduate I intend to enroll in an MAT (or's one of the two) program. From the description my advisor gave me, it's a teacher Masters program for those who don't get a BA in Education. The ideal career in which I visualize myself would be as a professional artist, but since I also like to eat, I'm going into teaching (it's either that or get a Sugar Daddy...:P).
I only desire to teach High School level; I despise, loathe, disdain, and abhor Middle School spawn, especially those of the female persuasion. They are vicious, conniving little things, and I think they should all be locked up at the age of 11 and released 3-4 years later...after much 're-education.' Nor do I have the desire to attempt to teach those spawn, commonly referred to as 'Elementary-age' which have not yet completely mastered the concepts of bladder control, peristalsis, or keeping their smaller appendages out of various and sundry orifices.
Opinions? Me? How dare you accuse me of such things?

On a slightly lighter note, I got my grades these past few days from my first semester as a College Student! They go as follows:
Art History: A
Yoga (history, concepts, principles, and practice): A-
2-D Design: B+
Precal: A-
Western & Eastern Civ: B
The most shocking of these (closely followed by Yoga) is my Precal. I seriously anticipated a B- or C+ in that class. Math is SO NOT my forte, and most of my quiz grades from the class looked like "2/12," "3/7," et cetera. I also didn't study for the final. At all. You can imagine my shock. Of the 3 test beforehand, all were high B's, but still....
As for Yoga, the only other solid grade I had in the class -as in on paper- was a C, and that was the midterm. Meh, I guess she liked my book review!
Both the W/E Civ and the Art History are the first half of 2-semester courses. Whee.
OK, I'll stop rambling about school...I am free of their clutches until early January.

Our Christmas tree went up last night, 8 days before Christmas. Two days before, I "minionized" (commandeered) Buster (aka Twitch) and we cleaned that blasted excuse for a living room. You can actually see FLOOR now! (Granted, it is hideous, mottled, dog-and-small-annoying-child-ruined carpet, but damnit, it is CLEAN dog-and-small-annoying-child-ruined carpet!)
Da said that he'd cut the carpet out after the tree comes down. I hope so, though I relish not the thought of what the flooring under the carpet looks like.

Hanging the ornaments last night I stumbled across a bell-shaped one with the quote, "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings." I showed it to Mum, and .... Have you ever read the children's book If You Give a Mouse a Cookie? Well, if you give the Mum an It's A Wonderful Life allusion anywhere near the vicinity of Christmas, you need the movie to play for her. I swear, the woman can quote the bloody thing front and back. Not that I criticize the movie; it is a wonderful piece of cinematic art and one of the few B&W movies that I truly adore (and one that I simply MUST get the Monkey and the Flower to watch, the poor deprived souls). Her devotion thereunto rivals mine to Monty Python and the Holy Grail, quote-wise.

OK, I shall now return to my lazybumness. The Kleptomaniac Demonspawn, aka Diva, is home from School today because she fell hard on her ribs at a party down the street last night and isn't feeling well. As it is doubtful that the boys will emerge from their room until I attempt to sleep (as they did last night), I am quasi-in charge.

A bientot, mes amis. (damn, I wish I could do accents on here!)
~I am Brilliant...or Something

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Very briefly (but look what happened last time I said that)

Exams are DONE (for me, at least). We leave tomorrow (wait, today) for home after the Monkey finishes her chem exam. Today was art for me...history (through Gothic) then 2D Design class. I finished that final piece about 2 minutes before the class started. I am very pleased with it, though. It has monkeys. And trees. And other rain-forest-y things.
Later (after sleep) I shall do laundry -I estimate 3 loads- and packing. Last time I went home it was a bit...nippy. I had neglected to bring anything warmer than a t-shirt. This time I am making a packing-to-go-home and a packing-to-return list this time. My track record just sucks that bad.
Having had crap for sleep and even worse crap for food for the past few days, I shall now depart for realms somnolescent, soporific, and possibly even somnifacient, if I am lucky. Given my propensities thereunto for a number of years, I may even practice somniloquence.
(I'm having fun with the online dictionaries, if you can't tell...I have no hardcopy version of my own, but online ones are a hell of a lot of fun).
~Brilliance and Light

(The last tag does NOT refer to sexual relations with books, regardless of what college classmates may imply).

Monday, December 10, 2007

I Hate SC Weather

(Correction to previous post: It's not 'Badhanguliasana," it's spelled 'Baddhanguliyasana.' my bad. ...That was today's final, on which I think I actually did fairly well).
South Carolina has approximately 12 seasons, or 4 oscillating year-round. They are as follows: Summer, Almost Summer, Just After Summer, and Very Chilly Fall (aka winter). It is December the 10th, and SC is in a high snit of Almost Summer.
My college turned on the heat (or, switched the HVAC system from AC to H) about mid-November; before this occurs, the temp must have fallen below 30 for about a week, and once the system is set to Heat it cannot be turned back until the 'Spring' (see: "Almost Summer," above). We were (almost) all freezing, and very happy when the 'blessed event' finally happened. Howe'er. Today is December 10th (first day of Exam week, incidentally) and the high today is in the high 70's. Little to no cloud cover. The forecast reads the same for today, tomorrow, et cetera et cetera ad nauseum at least through my departure for Christmas break.
The typical SC year goes as follows (with few, though not non-existent, exceptions):

January: Mostly Very Chilly Fall, with as much as a week of Almost Summer.
February: V.C.F. Wet.
March: rapid oscillation between V.C.F. and A.S. Wind.
April-October: Summer (sometimes extending into early November).
November: Just After Summer, a sudden freeze that raises everyone's hopes, and then more J.A.S.
December: Usually V.C.F., but one can never be too certain. Don't pack the short-shorts and T-shirts too far away.

This year, as I'm sure many know, our Summer included a week of frost that killed most fruit in the region. Frickin' weather!

I have painting to do, but the weather just needed to be vilified.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

More procrastination

It occurred to me to put something else up here while waiting for my final project to dry more (instead of studying for tomorrow's Yoga final....If I don't know what the benefits of Badhanguliasana are now, I doubt that 20 extra minutes of studying will help a whole hell of a lot) I should put up more random junk here that pretty much no one outside the people mentioned on it read.
I hate shopping for Christmas presents. I had to go to the College Town mall yesterday to get a present for my upperclass(wo)man mentor-person (she rules. Totally.). Any excursion off-campus takes almost as much planning as the military invasion of another country. I have no car. The car I drove at home was an unmitigated piece of shit and when I left would only accelerate over 35mph with a strong tailwind on a downhill slope (don't get me started on how many times I got honked at on either of the 2 -read them, 2- basic ways from our house to WalMart.) I could vent my spleen on that P.O.C. vehicular device until the next coming, but today I shall stop with I have no car here. *cries*
However, Monkey does poses (via parental units) a vehicle, and was willing to, yesterday, venture into parts infrequently traveled to assist me in the procurement of said gift. We arrive at the mall, go inside, and I immediately want to either find a nice, quiet bookstore or leave ASAP; however, Monkey had made me promise to not let her into any bookstores, so that option was out of the question. (Neither of us would leave for a few hours...she literally had to drag/push me out of the local B&N last time we went). Thankfully, we found the Bath & Body Works in the mall quickly (and no bookstore had yet reared its distracting, lovely head) and went in to get a gift.
Frickin'. Holiday. Shoppers! I seriously had to dodge around tables to avoid the hordes, walk stop-go behind people who stand on the other side of the aisle from the merchandise at which they look, and once I got my stuff was prevented from exiting by two guys (around 16 and 12, I'd guess) goofing around with sprays/lotions.
I hate holiday shopping. Last year I took the Hyperactive Hypersonic Demonspawn (8 at the time) to WalMart so that 'he' could get his Christmas shopping done (read: So that he could bounce like a BB in a boxcar off of everything/one and ask for a treat while I got presents to label in his name). on the 23rd of December!!! I am bloody suicidal. This year I am not at home (though I doubt the Dibbuns/Mum have presents prepped this early) and I got all shopping DONE save the one thing that needs to be bought fresh. (I do, however, still have to make rather a lot of biscotti for some friends here for whom I either could think of no present or could not afford a present).
Also, EGADS, the idiots to whom driver's licenses are issued! There should be reissued tests at regular periods to prevent people who should not be from driving. Of course, I also think there should be parenting licenses. (more on that later).

My back hurts. This chair is SO NOT ergo dynamic. Wood, pokey-into-backey, but it does rock! I think I'll need chiropractic help before I am 30. That, or a knee replacement. Ow. I just want to go home and sleep now. I still need to take exams (4 and a 'final critique') and pack...and make sure that I'm not leaving any food in the fridge or dishes around the room.
I did do three loads of laundry last night, and now it is actually possible to get to my closet...if you climb over the remaining laundry. I might need to cut out some clothes...
DINNERTIME! oh, Monkey's "5 Minutes 'Til Food" alarm went off. It's honestly not that good. I routinely make better, if not necessarily better of the same (without the gastro-intestinal side effects) at home.

I showed the Monkey my blog, at her insistence. Reading along, I noticed rather a few typos, mostly in the Oxycodone-influenced posts, but for those that exist, I am sorry. Most days I am just too bloody lazy to reread what I have written. Also, Monkey said she could hear me reading what was written...she says it means she's been hanging out with me too long. Fiddlesticks!
Au revoir.
~Brilliant (or Something)

Friday, December 7, 2007

I am a lazybum!

...or so the Monkey readily and routinely informs me. She has been sure to do so recently, typically followed by "It's hip-high!" The pronoun antecedent there is my laundry pile. I have reached the point in my laundry 'cycle' where I am almost out of socks something that sould be difficult to do when you own about 60 pairs. It takes an hour and 40 minutes to complete a full load of laundry on the machines here, and although the washers are free and economy sized, I still have about 4 or 5 loads to do. As Monkey says...Lazybum!
I finished my last class today, so all I have left are exams (hunh, 'all'), so today and tomorrow are laundry days. I currently can't access my closet.... I finally got Monkey her Christmas present and 'hid' it in there!
You know, though, the benefit of attending a women's college is that pretty much nobody gives a rat's ass whether you come to class in a pantsuit and pearls or pyjamas and gnarly hair. I get the impression that quite a few of the girls don't change out of PJs unless they have to go off campus pretty much. ^__^

I have an extremely labor-intensive painting project due on the 13th. I think that by the end of my sophomore/early junior year, I'll have moved into the art building.

In continuing with my apparent theme of utterly random info blurbs, Monkey wrote a paper for a religion class illustrating how a sculpture, song, or other work of art (medieval/Renaissance) interpreted a book of the New Testament, and my wonderful science major person complained bitterly about "that's what I get for getting a liberal arts education" when she realized that she had basically waxed eloquent about a sculpture for 3 pages. I think it took me that many minutes to stop laughing at her.

I will probably put more up later when I should be studying Precal or yogic concepts (shrivels and dies)...and am being a lazybum instead.
~Brilliant (or Something)

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy

I have an extreme sensitivity to caffeine. I can't drink coffee (caf or decaf) at any time of the day, or Black Tea in the mornings due to a tanin sensitivity, so by default sodas provide my main source of false attentivity (izzat a word?), but only as a last resort. I had a huge project due today for my Yoga class, and another large assignment earlier in the week, so a few nights ago I bought a Coke from the dorm machine and slowly consumed about a third around 8. I went to bed at 1. Yesterday I lowered the level about an inch before going to a late morning class and was hyper-aware and almost vibrating until past noon.
Last night, working with a large sleep debt which has accumulated over a period of a few weeks, I chugged the last 1/3 of the coke at around 9:30-ish. heeeee...heeeeh....heh.
literally vibrating now...and singing along with Panic! at the Disco over and over and over...and then Monkey went to bed at 2 when I started randomly laughing at a high pitch like a mental case. I went to bed 2 hours later.

I wrote a paper today. I sleep tomorrow. None of this really makes any sense because my judgemental and reasoning capabilities are at the equivalent a drunk person. Wheeeeeeee!!!!!!!!
Godbye now.
~Br(rrrrrrr)ill (it's starting to act like December here)

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Do I even need to say it?

There's a reason I call Monkey Monkey.
Just now she looked up from her laptop, took off her headphones, and asked, "Do you ever use MonkeyNotes?"
Cue a very blank stare.
"I take that as a no."
"What is 'MonkeyNotes?'"
"It's like SparkNotes. It's on PinkMonkey-dot-com!" This last quite brightly and normally, as if she's stating that the weather is absolutely glorious (and monkeys abound as always).
Hence, Monkey.

She's drilled the blasted things into my head, randomly saying "MONKEY!" for no apparent reason. Guess what I'm painting on my final project for art class.
I should be finishing my first powerpoint presentation right now, but that little instance just had to be transmitted. Like an airborn virus. Maybe now the monkeys in my head will leave me alone.
~The Brilliant Procrastinator

He's Better, He's Better, He's Better!

Le Batard is improving! His feeding tube was removed, he's been fitted for his back brace, and he's trying to squeeze his hands/talk (though it doesn't make much sense, according to his I definitely know he's getting better ^______^ ).

I have an entire PowerPoint to do and a paper to finish for my W/E Civ class (both. due. tomorrow.), so I update Le Batard and then go back to my happy caffeine high. Au revoir!


Monday, December 3, 2007

A Christmas Quiz, edited slightly for blog format

Welcome to the Christmas edition of Getting to Know Your Friends. Okay, here's what you're supposed to do, (Insert a bunch of email-related stuff that in no way interests me, especially on a blog. Re-posting this simply allows me to wax and rant.)

1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Typically bags (I am lazy), but I used a lot of paper this year, as all my bags are 70 miles away and my unwrapped presents are here.

2. Real tree or Artificial? I prefer either a real tree or a 'homemade' tree. That last will require its own separate post. With pictures.

3. When do you put up the tree? It varies. The earliest was about a week and a half before the big day, but last time we had a real tree it was a last minute buy from the lot (surprisingly still well-populated...but then my family tends to buy the trees with...character.)

4. When do you take the tree down? Before it turns completely brown. I am not an anomaly in my laziness. We tend to follow the traditionally prescribed 12 Days of Christmas.

5. Do you like egg nog? Extremely. Never, to my knowledge, tried the 'real' stuff, but I love the storebought with a dash of nutmeg.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? I was incredibly fond of both my first CD player and my cell phone. Though I really do believe in the "it's the thought that counts" sentiment (in most cases).

7. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes, we do have a creche, somewhere. We might even have two. If the stars align and hell freezes over, the two might have a complete one betwixt them.

8. Hardest person to buy for? This year S and the Flower's brother (also a friend, and also dating another friend)

9. Easiest person to buy for? Da, followed closely by Mum. I've probably seen 10 things since October and thought, "That would be the perfect present for him!" (I've actually had his gift since AWA in September.)

10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail. Definitely Mail. The only downsides I can think of are potentially illegible handwritting and postage, but I still feel it's worth it. I am making cards for my grand-people this year.

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? Heck if I know. Even the ones I don't like can usually be dismantled into parts and reformed... Though the things of Hellspawnness have regifted/handmeup'ed some truely... interesting stuff)

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? How the Grinch Stole Christmas or It's A Wonderful Life (that last is mum's fault...I swear the woman can repeat the damned movie word for word)

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? around Thanksgiving, but this year I completed most happy.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Not that I can remember

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Mulled cider and gingerbread...but pretty much anything Mum makes :D )

16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? A blend thereof.

17. Favorite Christmas song? "What Child Is This" at this moment, but it varies. I like the vast majority of the classic Christmas carols and hymns, and even a few of the modern ones, but the rest...*shudders*

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Stay at home unless we're visiting Mum's side of the family (more room, fewer old people)

19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeers? Yes, unfortunately

20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Crocheted lacework angel if we can find it, bow if not (seriously, we have a crazy vertically challenged attic and about 20 boxes of christmas shit piled up there least I think it's up there; I'm not sure all of it made it up at the end of last year, and if not heaven only knows where it is now. I miss our old attic)

21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? I prefer to open them in the morning... people are nicer then ^___^

22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? Some annoyance stems from rude and/or pushy people, but my primary sources of pique are the untimely, cheesy proliferation of decorations (not. even. HALLOWEEN!) and the constant, unrepenting, aural assault that is bloody CHRISTMAS POP MUSIC!

23. Favorite ornament theme or color? Simple metallic baubles and balls... no neon-y-ness!!!

24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? The oneyear we had goose...*sigh* That was the best stuff ever.

25. What do you want for Christmas this year? Peace on our street. Screw peace on earth, I'm not ready to deal with it yet. But aside from that I want Le Batard to get better.
Materialistically, I want my personal library expanded.

(insert annoying prognostication on email responses)

I'm watching Tin Man on SciFi right now (should be reading up and taking notes on the life of Christine de Pizan, but that's what commercial breaks are for). It's really interesting, and I hope beyond all hope that I have enough time to watch the other installments...I believe there are 2 more.
~Brilliance and Light