another long one.
this is gonna take multiple headings, again.
waking and sleeping
my sleep schedule got really fucked for a while there. i was breifly on a rotating 36 hour schedule, since i had nothing better to do. then one night i fell asleep in my clothes, in my bed, and spent six to eight hours having nightmare after nightmare. the last one was the sleep paralysis kind, where you're awake but dreaming. thankfully, having some subconcious idea what was going on, i made the scary faceless man above me go away, and slowly transitioned into actual conciousness. it confused me, because i only conciously figured out i had been dreaming when my radio stopped playing music between songs. it had been playing in my dream, and wasn't when i was awake. the cd it was playing was in the car of course. it was roughly 2 am when i woke up, and i was disoriented in my schedule for a few days.
after that, i started goign to be at 10-11, and waking up at dawn. i've been doing it for about a week, and it feels really good. fulfilling even. i'm up later now, because... well i'll get to that later.
art classes
i hate my art class. it's indescribable unless you're in it. the teacher expects way too much work for an intro class. she doesn't fully explain her expectations, doesn't give us enough time to work on stuff in class, or out of class, because she's always assigning other crap no one cares about, and then criticises our projects because we didn't do them bigger, or bolder, or more completely. no shit it's half-assed, lady. maybe i could fill a room with puzzle pieces, but i don't have room for that in my car and i can't exactly work on that here can i? and for crissakes, we're college students. we're broke. ease up.
also, your tastes in art suck. your opinions of art suck.
the beach
so phyllis and i went to beach today. did a bit of babe-watching. when we got there, everyone was standing at the edge of the water staring at something like there was a shark or something. apparently, there was last week, and now people are jumpy. but there were so many people i couldn't even see what they were staring at. must be small. finally, some macho surfer types walked out all of two feet into water, looked at it closely, and picked it up.
it was a shoe.
also, we saw three girls walking together: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. funny, said i, i thought that was just a set for stupid jokes. i didn't know they really came in groups of three like that. but they and the other two girls they were with were pretty hot, so i suppose that made up for being in the sun.
chinese
we ate at a local chinese place, really good. i ordered sushi. real sushi, the kind that comes in a bowl. sushi, for those who aren't aware, is not fish. it's a rice dish. and boy was it good.
way to pick a fight, idiot
on the way home, we were driving down federal in the left lane. this little white infiniti hatchback pulls up into left turn lane, passes us, and cuts us off in the middle of an intersection. phyllis honks. the hatchback then dodges another car or two, and tries to cut off another car from the right turn lane a bit up the road. and by "another car" i mean one of those jacked-up pickup trucks with the four foot high wheels. needless to say, the guy ran him off the road. a few times. the trucks rand him down and proceeded to swerve into his lane a number of times. funniest thing i've ever seen.
don't pick fights you can't win, i suppose.
damn it feels good to be a gangsta
back in october, i stole an idea of alanna's for a photo or two. i did it because i was angry and hurt over her use of my picture, and wanted to get her back. but i decided to not be mean about it, and only posted them on pbase and not deviantart. i figured she'd find them sooner or later, and it probably would have calmed down a bit by then. then i just kinda forgot.
she found them today. so that was interesting. i don't suspect there's going to be a fight though. things are pretty cool at the moment. i just spent last hour or so carefully writing a letter to her through deviantart. hopefully that's about the end of that, but things don't seem as hostile between us now. and that's good. maybe tomorrow i'll make a post explaining the whole thing, just for posterity, but i'm beat right now.
i'm up past my bedtime. i'm off, i guess.
waking and sleeping
my sleep schedule got really fucked for a while there. i was breifly on a rotating 36 hour schedule, since i had nothing better to do. then one night i fell asleep in my clothes, in my bed, and spent six to eight hours having nightmare after nightmare. the last one was the sleep paralysis kind, where you're awake but dreaming. thankfully, having some subconcious idea what was going on, i made the scary faceless man above me go away, and slowly transitioned into actual conciousness. it confused me, because i only conciously figured out i had been dreaming when my radio stopped playing music between songs. it had been playing in my dream, and wasn't when i was awake. the cd it was playing was in the car of course. it was roughly 2 am when i woke up, and i was disoriented in my schedule for a few days.
after that, i started goign to be at 10-11, and waking up at dawn. i've been doing it for about a week, and it feels really good. fulfilling even. i'm up later now, because... well i'll get to that later.
art classes
i hate my art class. it's indescribable unless you're in it. the teacher expects way too much work for an intro class. she doesn't fully explain her expectations, doesn't give us enough time to work on stuff in class, or out of class, because she's always assigning other crap no one cares about, and then criticises our projects because we didn't do them bigger, or bolder, or more completely. no shit it's half-assed, lady. maybe i could fill a room with puzzle pieces, but i don't have room for that in my car and i can't exactly work on that here can i? and for crissakes, we're college students. we're broke. ease up.
also, your tastes in art suck. your opinions of art suck.
the beach
so phyllis and i went to beach today. did a bit of babe-watching. when we got there, everyone was standing at the edge of the water staring at something like there was a shark or something. apparently, there was last week, and now people are jumpy. but there were so many people i couldn't even see what they were staring at. must be small. finally, some macho surfer types walked out all of two feet into water, looked at it closely, and picked it up.
it was a shoe.
also, we saw three girls walking together: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. funny, said i, i thought that was just a set for stupid jokes. i didn't know they really came in groups of three like that. but they and the other two girls they were with were pretty hot, so i suppose that made up for being in the sun.
chinese
we ate at a local chinese place, really good. i ordered sushi. real sushi, the kind that comes in a bowl. sushi, for those who aren't aware, is not fish. it's a rice dish. and boy was it good.
way to pick a fight, idiot
on the way home, we were driving down federal in the left lane. this little white infiniti hatchback pulls up into left turn lane, passes us, and cuts us off in the middle of an intersection. phyllis honks. the hatchback then dodges another car or two, and tries to cut off another car from the right turn lane a bit up the road. and by "another car" i mean one of those jacked-up pickup trucks with the four foot high wheels. needless to say, the guy ran him off the road. a few times. the trucks rand him down and proceeded to swerve into his lane a number of times. funniest thing i've ever seen.
don't pick fights you can't win, i suppose.
damn it feels good to be a gangsta
back in october, i stole an idea of alanna's for a photo or two. i did it because i was angry and hurt over her use of my picture, and wanted to get her back. but i decided to not be mean about it, and only posted them on pbase and not deviantart. i figured she'd find them sooner or later, and it probably would have calmed down a bit by then. then i just kinda forgot.
she found them today. so that was interesting. i don't suspect there's going to be a fight though. things are pretty cool at the moment. i just spent last hour or so carefully writing a letter to her through deviantart. hopefully that's about the end of that, but things don't seem as hostile between us now. and that's good. maybe tomorrow i'll make a post explaining the whole thing, just for posterity, but i'm beat right now.
i'm up past my bedtime. i'm off, i guess.