Higher than the effing proverbial kite

Well, as of yesterday morning, I am officially wisdom-less. Tooth, that is. Since I had my lowers out last year, there were only 2 left to remove, and this time we went to an orthodontic surgeon in Augusta who, while less convenient, apparently was much less expensive, especially after our dental coverage altered at the beginning of the year. This doc explained a bit more thoroughly than the other, and the staff was much friendlier during the process, at least as far as I remember. My surgery was at 11:15, and we got home around 2. Or maybe 1. I don't recall clearly, I was still coming down from anesthesia and better than half my face was numb. (On a side note, whenever I have had general anesthesia, whether independent of or in league with IV drugs, I have always regained feeling in the right side of my face much more quickly than in the left). I slept off and on (mostly on) for the rest of the day, until half-seven. I got up and since I hadn't eaten in almost 24 hours, had a bowl of applesauce, more Oxy, and a clindamycin (antibiotic, which should also knock out the slight head cold I woke up with on Thursday). Then around 8, my body decided that everything from my small intestine up needed to...relocate. Violently. This was my first negative reaction to anesthesia, and I would rather it never, ever, ever, ever, EVER happen again. What word is ever-er than "ever"? While usually when you get ill, throwing up relieves some underlying pressure, such wasn't the case last night. I cannot remember the last time I felt so miserable, possibly including my broken arm. I finally reached the point where I had been dry-heaving for about 10 minutes off and on, I was able to lie down and work on sleep. At some point during the night I woke up (assisted frequently by one or both of the cats) and was THANK THE LORD no longer nauseous.
When I got up I was so shakey I could barely walk. With preparatory assistance I had eggs, applesauce, yoghurt, and hot cocoa over the day.
Now I'm on my 2nd Oxy of the day, and anything more complicated than sitting on the sofa and keeping my head in generally one position is a liiiiiiiittle challenging. Da came by and started moving my head around, "It's fun to play with drugged people!"
I'll keep that in mind for next time HE'S on oxy. He's worse than I am.

I go back to school tomorrow, and I have to be back before 8 to attend the required meeting on Blood Borne Pathogens because some idiots in my dorm can't properly dispose of feminine hygiene products. Now, issues like this I might be able to understand in Middle School, possibly early High, but in College? Come on, people! That's disgusting!
Grr...[/rant].

Later, all,
~Brilliant

Charleston & stuff

Whoo, lots of stuff has happened since I posted last!  I'm kinda sorta moved into my new room where C & S used to live, and now that I got it painted something other than Krypton Green I can move more of my stuff in.  However, it will probably be more my stuff being moved in while I am away for New Year's at Charleston.  I'm got here yesterday with The Flower and her BF, and I'm visiting now while school is still out.  I'll be back in Gwood on the 2nd most likely.  I love Charleston, and I hate that I can't visit more frequently.  The city is a huge 3D puzzle of buildings, old and new --though mostly leaning towards the former-- and the archetecture is so stately, so grand that I don't know where to look.  The Flower and I were out walking for much of the early afternoon, and we walked across part of the campus.  The Spanish moss hanging from huge oaks, framing stately old buildings and gateways made me wish so badly that I had not left my camera in my room for the break.  On the drive down (until we got on the interstate) I kept seeing buildings or scenes that I wanted to photograph.  I believe that if I ever get the chance, I will take a scenic photo trip down to Charleston, possibly by way of Aiken.

Monkey and I visited a friend from school in Aiken the day before I left for Charleston (also the day Indigo arrived, thaough I missed his arrival).   We had a great time visiting with A and her cousin (who shares S's name).  We went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button at the Aiken theatre, a rather good movie, and quite long for movies nowadays.  

I have started to look up possibilities for summer internships, but it is doubtful I will get one this summer.

I can think of many things I have done or seen, and about which I would like to post, but my thoughts are not in a clear manner, and so I shall post them later if at all.

Bon nuit,

~Light

Stolen name meme

Mememememeeeeeeee:

Witness Protection name (mother's and father's middle names)

Lynne Wesley

Nascar name (first name of your mother's dad, father's dad)

Joe Ollie

Star Wars name (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name)

Mc'Lucy (sounds like a fast food item)

Detective name (favorite color, favorite animal)

Black Cat (that's actually not bad...)

Soap Opera name (middle name, city where you live)

Faith Greenwood

Superhero name (2nd favorite color, favorite alcoholic drink, optionally add "The" to the beginning)

The Blue Rum

Fly name (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of last name)

Lues

Gangsta name (favorite ice cram flavor, favorite cookie)

Chocolate Fudge American Crisp

Rock Star name (current pet's name, current street name)

Samhain Lawton

Porn name (1st pet, street you grew up on)

Clyde Smith (I don't think I'd make a very convincing male porn star)

Monkey and my computer are waaay too evile!
She forces me to type. Moo. sdjgadailfghadfi shgvbnerfj dkjfvs vadf ig ivox goiddhvi oi gjclk vndfk acv n b bn nb c,n nv kn b n, b ,nb kjbvjk ckj;

this is monkey
Brill has suddenly lost her mind and will eventually return.

Brill here:
There's nothing sudden about my insanity.

Ironic

There Are 1 Gaps in Your Knowledge

Where you have gaps in your knowledge: Art Where you don't have gaps in your knowledge: Philosophy Religion Economics Literature History Science

Do You Have Gaps in Your Knowledge?

I have one gaps.

Oddly enough, in the very discipline in which I am majoring, though I think my poor scoring is due less to a lack of visual arts knowledge and more to a lack of cinematographic knowledge.

On a slightly tangential note, I went to see Beauty and the Beast at Limestone College this evening. Overall it was an enjoyable performance, though there were many little things that picked poorly at my brain. My theatre teacher gets to read all about that come next week.
Tomorrow night I see the Mikado here on campus, and I'll probably go again on Sunday so that I have a better chance of seeing both casts. I'm looking forward to it.

I get to go home next Tuesday! Not much should transpire between now and then, and I really hope the time flies fast.

Au revoir,
~Brilliance and Light

I have POT (s)!!!!

Not the psychoactive drug, CERAMICS!!!! (which are much better, IMHO).
And if I can get my computer to cooperate, you will have full-color pictures of what work of mine has come out of the glaze kiln.


This is my pitcher, in very poor light (unfortunately the only type I have, so the colors on these are rather washed-out on all the pots). The glaze on the top is Bauer Clear, and the bottom is True Blue, which crawled a lot on the bottom. It looks nifty:This is my baby. This is an extra credit project from an idea that came to me while reading a fanfic. My cababbage baby has taken on a life of its own and taken over my mind, and I'm currently working on 3 other pieces using the cabbage theme that will go with the teapot, 2 of which actually fulfill a project requirement (salt and pepper shakers). It is a functional piece, and hold about 3.5 cups of water. The glaze is Mauve all over, including the interior, and it broke wonderfully over the surface to give a range from almost white-green thru sage to a reddish-purple. My baby, and it's definitely going into my BFA evaluation next year.


These are my two reverse-glazed matching cups. The light, as I said, is REALLY poor, but the cup sitting up has Bauer Clear over the body and interior and Celadon on the handle, and the one I'm holding has the reverse. There's a little cube in the bottom of the Celadon-bodied cup, a fortuitous accident that came from playing around in the studio when Mum came one day.
Both glazes crackled, and look really cool.

I'm currently working on some more cups, and would like to continue in this series, though getting the foot on this style to behave was a bugger and has killed 2 other attempts.


MINIMINIMINI!!!! *cough* erm, I'm good now.
This is the model for my large pitcher, and one of the first pinch pots I made (actually, I think it was the first). Both have Iron Blue on the outside/bottom, and the mini has Bauer Clear on the top and inside (yeah, I used a lot of Bauer Clear. It is calm and neutral enough to go very well with a lot of things). The glaze on the inside of the pinch pot is allegedly Rhodes White, but someone had added red iron oxide to it in mixing, so it's not the color on the sample. I still really like it; it has a certain 'sandy' look to it, and it's not as high a gloss as a lot of the other



Here are two pots, one of which APARENTLY reveals very Freudian insights to my subconscious. The first thing Monkey's Big Sis said when she saw it was, "Oh my gawd, it's a vagina!" And then she proceeded to rant about the vagina pot for rather a while. I thought it was just her, and that she was stuck on vaginas since she accidentally signed "eating vagina" in ASL in an improv show last year when she meant "eating pizza." Another said it looked like a lemon, but I asked yet another friend of mine tonight (a student in the program for students over 24, who's been a good friend since I arrived), and all she did was close her eyes tightly and tell me I really shouldn't ask a lesbian. Well, phoo. The outside of the 'vagina-pot' is the screwy Rhodes White, and the inside is Tessha (which looks really cool while you stir it!). The flowery pinch pot is True Blue on the inside, Bauer Clear on the outside. The cobalt in the True Blue on either this piece or another nearby floated onto the outside, so the Bauer Clear has an interesting bluish tint, especially on one side.

The best part of all of this? I get a GRADE to do this! I get graded on having fun, learning how to do even more fun and imaginative stuff, experimenting with color and forms...and if everybody has a different answer, they can still all be right!!! This is awesome!
Clay is my crack.

~Brill

Haunted House

Ally and Palmetto Players had their annual Haunted House on Halloween night, and this year I actually got to participate. The theme was "A Very Grimm Halloween," using the original stories from the brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson. You know, the ones where the queen doesn't get insider info on Rumpelstiltskin, and he ends up killing her and taking the baby; or where Prince Eric is a fickle, weak-willed cad who falls for Ursula and dumps Ariel, who promptly died and turns into sea foam; or in my room, where the wicked, myopic witch really does eat the children who were stupid enough to trust a stranger who lived in a confectionary. That was fun.
Anyway, ignoring the scrambling confusion to find 2 people for my room who qualified as members of at least one of the clubs, the day itself was an exercise in frantic-ness. The Haunted House is set up in the Alumnae House, across the street from the school. We needed to get cardboard to make an oven big enough to shove 2 people into. Also, the room to which we were assigned was a bathroom. Small in the first place, but downright claustrophobic when you shove 10 people PLUS the three of us in there. (Most groups weren't that big, but there were some that made doing much more than standing in one spot difficult). We finally scrounged the cardboard day-of, then assembled the oven over the tub.
My scissors got commandeered to cut yarn, then something else, and now 2 weeks later I have no idea where or with whom they are.
Our room, as I said, was small, and the frequency of the groups dictated that we had to know cues from the room before us to set up our own act. The room also had in it a heater we could not turn off, and a window we could not open. Once we got the cues from the Ariel room right before us down fairly well, we spent most of our time in the large bedroom after us, hanging our the window and gulping cold air.
One group in particular left a vivid impression. If, once I had shoved 'Hansel' and 'Gretel' into the oven, the crowd didn't move along quickly enough, I would 'invite' them in to be cooked as well. That usually moved them along, with the direction of one of Monkey's Big Sisses who led the groups; however...
One guy took me up on it. I was getting tipsy from his breath.
He didn't climb all the way into the oven, though (thankfully). I think he would have brought it down on us. As it was we had to tape it back together after every go-through.

It was an exhausting, frantic, tiresome, exhilarating, and I can't wait 'til next year!

~Brill