IJ Depression Support

Tuesday
1. Got my Lifespan Dev Psych exam done!
2. A good tutoring session
3. Dinner with Mandy and Hanna
4. Benadryl working (though it unfortunately made me sleep 13 hours)
5. Warm room

Wednesday
1. Got an okay for my AI final paper idea
2. Took an awesome shower
3. An additional comment on a photo on FB
4. Touched base with Matt
5. Meat loaf for dinner

I went "whaa?" when I read this article. I can only link to the article since there are links in the article as well an embedded video. A man basically marries his videogame ("Love Plus") girlfriend. A digital girlfriend in the videogame, not someone you met during Guild Wars or WoW or something. Not even an avatar in a game like Second Life. A digital girlfriend with no human behind her, controlling her actions or moods or dialogue.

Title: Again
Author: irana
Pairing: Snape/Neville
Rating: Smut
Wordcount: 614
Summary: Neville finds himself serving detention with Snape once more.
AN: So, I was in the mood for abuse of authority smut, and I thought about the last bit I wrote for the_minx_17 and decided to write another in the same vein. You can find it here if you want to read it. No beta so you spot something let me know.

( ~*~*~ )

( holiday cookies )

( gingerbread muffins )

( dill butter bread )

They're doing inspections next week, so I spent more than I should have to get cleaners in. So that was me having to be awake from around noon to around two. But it doesn't stop there, because I am expecting a Hookah-Shisha.com package from UPS, and the only way I can be sure of getting a UPS delivery without a hitch is by having the door open. Thankfully, the screen door latch is fixed! But UPS is yet to arrive, although the tracking info says all is well.

Did I mention that it's raining and chilly? 43 may not be cold in New England in December, but it is in Texas. And the rainy, especially, makes me stiff and sore.

I've got semi-plans with doombuggie, but if UPS doesn't show soon they won't be able to happen :( I'm miserably cold and stiff anyway. I just want to be warm.

shoo fly pie

beef cake

( cobbler/dump cake thingie )

This is one clip my AI professor showed during class.

The robot is soooo creepy looking! It's like two people stuck in the machine, one facing forward, the other backward! Or like goats... Bottom half, of course.

It is so impressive.



It apparently has no visual sensors, but since Boston Dynamics made it, they're not big on secrets of manufacturing.

Monday
1. Got an A- on my third Writing paper
2. Awesome clips during AI class
3. Chicken and corn during dinner, oooh, yay!
4. Questionable Content!
5. Getting advice on anti-histamines for my hives outbreak

People do not teach their children boundaries these days. For example, by the time I seven or eight I knew not to go crawl up in the bushes in front my neighbor's house, peek into the window, and make scratching noises and hiss at the cat in the window. The little shits in my neighborhood, however, can't seem to grasp the concept that doing that is wrong. I'd go out there and give the little bastards a piece of my mind if I wasn't sick and in my pj's.

I guess I shouldn't have expected manners from the brats considering how, a year or so ago, they thought it would be fun to randomly open the front door and let the cats outside. It was unlocked because it was daylight and my dad and I were both home. That, of course, does not happen anymore; the front door is locked and/or barred at all times now. As it should be, honestly.

Maybe it's because the kids on the cul-de-sac I live in are mostly boys. (There are a few girls and I haven't had any problems with them.) I don't know. I do know that if it happens again, I'm going to scare the crap out of 'em. And if their parents say anything to me, well, I'll just tell them they should teach their kids not to peep into other people's windows.

If I knew more about the personalities of Adam Lambert's band members (just enough to figure out their voices) I would write a Stonewall Riots AU.

Adam would be the drag queen performer in the night club. He's an old hand at these raids, knows just how much to give up to stay out of jail, but not an inch more. Lisa's a fellow patron, a bull dyke who's involved in the local feminist chapter; she and Adam are best buddies and always dance close together so that when a raid starts they can quickly switch partners. Tommy's a hustler, a runaway living in the park nearby who isn't so much a fag as he is starving and living hand-to-mouth (or dick-to-mouth). Monte's a bartender in the Inn, a morally-compromised confidence man for the Mob owners. Longineu's a local civil rights activist who doesn't so much care about the fags until the riots start and he sees the police violence, and draws commonality to his own struggles.

Or maybe I could start a community and other people could join in? This would be an epic project -- would anyone else be interested in participating?

Hopefully the insomnia will end soon. Hopefully.

I haven't been able to sleep normally since I got my temporary crown. It came complete with the insertion of a post and that's undoubtedly where the bulk of the pain is coming from. A fiberglass rod was shoved up into my upper jawbone, after all... my body is adjusting to this but it involves lots of pain and headaches.

Vicodin + caffeine = a very sick Ardath.

I may call the dentist's office today and see if they can get me a non-hydrocodone-based prescription (oh hay I've never tried oxycontin is it good?) or I may fall asleep the second I get home and be worthless.

Finals are coming up, wheeeeeee!

So here's the rest of my semester, which is this week and next:

Two papers due on Friday. One just needs revisions, the other I'm behind on.
Another paper due Monday, along with an oral presentation of its information, and then that class is done.
Finals next Thursday and Friday, both of them obscenely early in the morning.

And that would be that. So once I do the papers and presentation I'll have most of a week to study, and it's material I've been enjoying so it's sticking nicely in my head anyway.

This at least makes it easier to deal with the fact that, at the moment, I have no brain power to speak of and only had three hours of sleep, maximum, last night. I just want to crash... at least once this little class is over I finally can (once I get home).

Onward.

On BDSM, Part IV, FINAL

I'm both encouraged and impressed by the amount of dialogue these posts have opened. I know I've disseminated a lot of information, and I know it can be a lot to take in. I also want to thank Minxie for the information she's shared, as well as thank all the people who have weighed in on this topic by commenting on the other posts. This one will be the last of this series of metas, and I do hope they've been helpful.

( Limits… )

I had planned to do Zepp this week, but in looking at the notation I realized I need a double bass pedal. That'll have to wait until after Christmas.

So, Mr. Brightside by The Killers it is. Drummer is Ronnie Vannucci Jr. Tempo's about 148, which will make it the fastest song I've played thus far.

It's also probably the most complex, especially when it comes to the hi-hat. The verses have rapid-fire 16th notes on a tight hi-hat for this very harsh ticking noise; the chorus opens up the hi-hat and switches to fourth notes. Then there's a late bridge at 2:56 with eighth notes on the hi-hat. The bass drum is on its familiar place of one and three, except for when IT'S playing the eighth notes at the end of the second chorus or in the outro. The breaks jump onto the toms, too, which I'm happy about -- I need to move around the kit a bit more.

It's a very chorus-happy song: there are only two of them, but they're 4 times as big as the verses or bridges. There's also a sizable intro and outro.

Intro: 20 measures
Verse 1: 8 measures
Choruses 1 & 2: 32 measures each
Bridge 1: 8 measures
Verse 2: 16 measures
Bridge 2: 8 measures
Outro: 16 measures

Total: 140 measures

This is going to be a tough one. There isn't a stable "groove," per se - while the verse and chorus have a basic bass drum of 1 & 3 and snare at 2 & 4, almost every measure is slightly different. An extra bass here, a crash there. Everything's always changing. It'll be difficult to keep up, especially at that tempo.

Back home! I stupidly forgot my glasses, contacts solution and contacts case in my dorm room (had to buy new of the last two! GRRR, lost money). I've been wearing contacts about 12 hrs/day since Wednesday and getting monster headaches, so that's why I avoided my LJ/IJ and FB and other sites.</i> Well, essentially looking at my laptop. I used it briefly for listening to music or having hulu episodes playing in the background while studying. Even studying and reading were hard on my eyes.

Sorry if I've missed a lot of milestones or fun times or bad times in your life during my incommunicado days! *hugs to all!*

The bus was suppose to leave Midway at 4:30pm but ended up arriving at 5:15pm and leaving at 5:30pm. Then we had to detour to O'Hare to pick up overflow there so I got back to campus around an hour and a half later than expected. I shouldn't have been surprised, really.

Following is my list of gratitudes since Tuesday, which is kind of a list of some things I did each day, too.

( Gratitudes! )

Eyes tired...body sore...should go to sleep...

My grandmother sent me this "cutesy" email forward about how awesome dogs are and how aloof and uncaring cats are.

I sent her pictures of her great-grand-kitties.

I have an upset tummy and a slightly whiny back. Oh, for a bottle of ginger beer and a gentle backrub! I might have to use my Hitachi Magic Wand for its officially intended purpose.

More stress today; had to call to switch my Medicare Part D insurance plan to one where I wouldn't have to pay a premium. Enrolled over the phone. My hands were shaking the whole time. I almost dropped the phone.

Tomorrow I need to get ahold of Molly Maid so I don't have to worry about my place being a sty for the inspection on the 8th. Why the hell they are doing inspections now is anyone's guess. I just hope it's not the 3rd, because if it is I'll have to reschedule my MHMR appointment.

But I am valiumed up now and sleep will be soo.

( I did not like this week's Glee episode )

Wednesday we got hit with not one but two low pressure systems hanging over the midwest. This meant I ached. I wanted to stay in bed, take prescription pain relievers and sleep it off.

( shopping )

sweet potato crunch scroll down a bit.

( Thursday's Guest )

unexpected guest

My mother and brother are avid photographers. They both stood at the back door watching while this bird strutted around the yard. Brother eventually picks up the camera and says: "The viewfinder is empty".
*head/desk* Yup, dingdong didn't take the lense cap off. By the time Mr. Sg got out our el-cheapo camera and got near a window, the bird was done laughing it's ass off at the humans and began to fly away. To add insult to this episode, he curved close to the house, out over the maximum part of the yard then flew out of sight.

Or something like that. Watching an old episode of "Stingray..." it's an episode in which he checks himself into a mental institution to investigate reports that it's being used as some kind of espionage base. After throwing a deliberate freak-out at one of the other patients to establish his crazy creds, the other patient tells him:

"Yeah, you came to the right place. You're a bona fide fruit salad."

My instant reaction:

"Mmmmm... fruit salad..."

There's some downstairs.

It probably wouldn't be nearly as funny to me if I weren't so sleepy/insomnia-laden at this moment in time.

But now I'm hungry. And snickering.

Mmmmm... snickers...