yeah. I’m serious. 
Awesomesauce.
Archive for July, 2008
30
Jul
Physics rap
30
Jul
suckily sick
Well, it’s official. The sinus stuffiness of the last week has evolved into full-blown feeling icky…paired with, of course, still grossly stuffed up sinuses.
This is extra annoying, because, had I gotten sick a few weeks ago I would have whined and felt crappy, but I could have layed on the couch and drank tea and ate soup and watched bad tv shows that fascilitate proper healing. Instead, I got sick a couple weeks after school has started, so tomorrow, rather than lying around in pjs reading Twilight, I’m going to be in school trying to absorb knowledge until 10 pm and spending whatever free time I have working on homework. SUCK!
I hate you, virus. I just want to make that clear.
29
Jul
snuffly
UGH my sinuses are still getting stuffed up. This morning particularly bad plus feeling a little icky otherwise as well.
I don’t know if this is allergies perhaps, or a very lazy, sinus-central cold. I took a couple allergy meds this morning, so I’ll see if that helps. I hope so. This is super annoying ’cause I’m all sniffly, but not in a way that blowing my nose will help. All the problems are up in the sinus area so I’m kind of stuck with a stuffed-up feeling nose and head and not being able to breathe well.
Not a lot else exciting on the home-front.
Still struggling with Illustrator and wishing I could use something else. On the up-side, I did write to my teacher and alert her of the problem and though she didn’t say ‘oh golly, use any program you want’ she did let me know that since Illustrator is sort of taught in tandom with typography in this class (which I still find perposterous- isn’t learning typography enough information to pack into 11 weeks?) I’m not the only one struggling, and she’s glad to help.
In math I’m doing…okay. I think that I have identified my central problem with the subject…I’m smart enough to get the formulas and how to do the problems, but I don’t have any inate understanding of how it all works — give me a very confined, stilted guideline within to create an ad campaign, comic book or write a poem, I’m happy as a clam. Give me a bunch of numbers in an equation, I’ll stare blankly at them until told how to solve the problem. So, if I run into something weird or a little more complicated, I’m not sure how to extrapolate and fit everything together.
That’s why I liked doing proofs. The entire task was figuring out the WHY and finding OUT how it all fit together. Which is more like science. Which I like and understand.
Um…Heather finally took our advice on the awesomeness of a show (why does she think we want to hurt her?) and started watching Jericho:
She’s now addicted and agrees that it is, indeed, awesome. Lucky for her, it’s also nice and short…stupid cancelled show.
Last night we ate instant Pad Thai, Kung Pao and Satay from TJ’s. Not their best effort. Ugh.
<– don’t get these.
I don’t know what to eat for breakfast. I think I need to make some coffee.
I dreamed I chopped off my hair last night. I keep trying dream myself to the TARDIS, but apparently the Doctor won’t come for me even in my sleep. *pout*
*edit…
He did the next night. He got me out of a buffalo/rhino enclosure with a dangerous electric fence with his sonic screwdriver. 
26
Jul
but I’m not sleepy
It’s two thirty in the morning.
I need to go to bed, but the long hours stretch ahead of me, full of promise.
I have no particular plans or expectations, and two people in the house who would be disturbed by my machinations, but still I long not to sleep.
As the sun journeys from horizon to horizon my mind seeks out quiet empty places to doze out of the bright and the heat and the noise and the bustle and the demands and the questions and the million constant distractions and agitations, but once that golden ball drops sizzling into the cold Pacific, and only it’s more distant sisters dangle above me, my mind is set ablaze with dreams and plans and schemes, with stories longing to be told and journeys not yet taken, as though it lives inside my head at night, rather than circumventing the globe.
To give in to my noctournal leanings is a path to further sleepless nights and daytime schedules wandered through in clouded haze — so hard to remember the concequences when I have days yet before reaping them!
And my current state is one that shall be most receptive to soft matress and fuzzy blankets (even now I yawn…and again), but it pains me to surrender the hours that would be mine alone to greedy sleep. And to the notion of adult responsibility that snuck up on me without my leave.
Though I am appeased in that I did have cookies for dinner a few nights ago.
(the bread was moldy so I was denied a sandwich)
(and screemed much like a little girl when I unknowingly touched it’s fuzziness.)
(not much like a cat.)
So, I leave you with a poem about another sleepless night a year or two past, penned mostly out of my love of highly formulaic and structured verse. You may read it or not as you choose.
