Friday, December 29, 2006

Arizona Central

Mesa's really nice so far. Much, much warmer than Utah, which I'm loving (though I've still gotten cold several times as it's been raining and cool out). Our townhome seems absolutely huge compared to our Wymount apartment, and that's been really nice, as we finally have room for all our stuff (plus some extra room for more stuff as we acquire it). Haven't really applied for jobs yet, I need to start on that really soon (though our applications to be substitute teachers are well on their way to done). I know where the close-by shopping places are (and they are so very, very much nicer than Macey's with reasonably comparative prices generally). We have almost enough bookshelves for all my books (I'm not stuffing them in multiple layers like I used to, so the cookbooks and the old school books don't yet have homes which will be remedied in the not-too-distant future, hopefully). We got a breadmaker for Christmas, so we made some tasty French bread in it yesterday, and will be making much more bread in the coming months. I love homemade bread, but it takes so long to knead it and let it rise and knead it again and let it rise again and then bake it that I never end up making any. The breadmaker is so much easier, you just dump everything in and turn it on, and then bread comes out three hours later, though it's not as pretty as homemade. We'll do a price comparison sometime and figure out if we are in fact saving money by making delicious nutritious bread ourselves rather than buying it from the store. I want a wheat grinder sometime since I know we'd save money by making my own wheat flour (and it would be much tastier and healthier). We'll see how our ward is on Sunday, and then hopefully we'll both get jobs in not too long and see how those go. I'm hopeful both will be nice. That's really about all that's left to see about our new home place. I may take an Interior Decorating class on Monday nights with Mike's mom, which would be fun I think. So, that's life! More updates eventually. I hope you all had a Merry Christmas, and I wish you all a Happy New Year.

Friday, December 22, 2006

Party! Here! Now!

So, if you want to see us before we move (and get your stuff back!) come over. Anytime between now and, oh, say, 10:30-ish. So, yeah, party! Oh, and a note to Philosophy, I got our tarp already, nobody was home when I came and got it.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Counting down

Less than a week until we move. I've finally stated packing. I've got my art stuff and my sewing stuff all packed up except for my sewing machine and the craft stuff I brought back from my house on Sunday. I packed up a bunch of winter coats and jackets. Our computer miscellany is packed, and my random scattered scrapbook stuff is packed. I think today I'll pack up all my scrapbook albums, my sewing machine, my files, CD's, and start on our books. Tomorrow hopefully I'll be able to finish books, do the DVDs, then start packing the dishes and everything in our kitchen. Thursday we're having our Christmas in the evening because Mike will be all done with his finals and stuff and will be more or less graduated. If we have any leftover time, I'll finish packing the kitchen and start on the bedroom.

Friday is our we're moving party. Everybody should come over sometime. Nicole and her family will be there for the latter part of the evening, so you get to double your enjoyment by seeing them as well. :)

Saturday we will finish packing everything that doesn't need to be used for the next four days, then we will pick up the moving van and start loading all our boxes into it. Sunday will consist of more box loading, and going up to my parents' house to celebrate Christmas Eve. We'll spend the night there so we can celebrate Christmas Morning as well, and Christmas early-afternoon, and then we'll go pick up Mike's dad from the airport and come back to Provo for more truck loading in the evening. Next Tuesday, in the morning, we'll clean the apartment all up and finish any truck loading that's left, and then we'll get the Tacoma all set up on the towing apparatus behind the moving truck, and then we'll take turns driving that contraption and/or our car for 12 hours down to Arizona. Wednesday we'll be unloading the truck like mad, because we have to have it back to U-Haul by 3pm. Then we can arrange and un-pack everything into our new townhome down there. Oh yes, and sometime before Tuesday I am going to finish thank-you cards.

Oh, and my last day of work is this Friday so I get to do that for six hours a day for the next four days as well.

Slightly crazy, but I think everything will all get done and worked out.

Friday, December 15, 2006

You framed the sun, shot out the stars, impaled the sky, and hung the moon

My body decided to wake me up at the horrendous hour of 6am today with sharp intense achy shooty moonsickness pain along with a healthy dose of general discomfort. And I hate this and I ran out of things that I can do while hurting, hurting, hurting and nauseous to boot that don't require my lower half to move in any way from where it is right now, and so I'm updating. Hooray for all of you. And way too much information from me like normal.

I had the opportunity to help host a baby shower last night. It was the first baby shower I've been to in the past seven or eight years probably, and the only one I've ever been to for someone not related to me, and so I managed to thoroughly embarrass myself by being the only person who didn't bring a present. They talked a lot about the various discomforts of pregnancy and nursing and shooting poop during diaper changes and other things that somehow just kind of solidified my desire for my own family while somehow also making it okay that don't have any kids of my own yet, if that makes any sense.

The black part of my nail decided to let air in between the nail and the nail bed yesterday so now it's got some funny whitish gray blotches on it where it's separated. I wish my nails grew faster so I could just be done with this whole fiasco.

My list of things to do before we move somehow keeps just getting bigger and bigger instead of shrinking like it's supposed to be doing.

So, I'm pretty positive we're planning on having a "we're going away" party on the 22nd (it's a Friday night). I don't know how late it will go, I'm not planning on it going really late because I have lots and lots of stuff to do, and I'm pretty sure that Anacaeca and her adorable family will be staying with us that night and going to the airport very early the next morning, so I really don't want to stay up really really late. So, everybody should plan on coming to the party, and you should also plan on it not going really late (and by not going really late I mean definitely not past midnight, and probably not past 11). We may be giving away some excess stuff too, that is simply not worth the bother of packing.

I need to take some painkillers. Bleh.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Yesterday and other times

Yesterday was overall a pretty good day for me. I gave my two-week notice officially at work (if I want to work in their Mesa office I will have to re-apply so I am considering various other job openings right now as well). I didn't have to drive to Salt Lake after work. I cleaned up our living room, since it had art stuff strewn about it and looked rather as if a tornado had been through. I vacuumed. I did a bunch of dishes. I put out our Christmas decorations (which are very cute!). I even made some dinner (frozen pizza, but still...) And I got to spend time with my absolutely fabulous very bestest most-amazing-ever husband whose presents I still need to wrap. And we went to the MOA for FHE, which was fun.

When I made the delicious breakfast the other day, I managed to burn my knuckle on the oven door while putting the tater tots in. I felt the pain when I touched it, and pulled it out to look at it, where I got to see that it had instantly both blistered and popped (my first ever second-degree burn!). When I took a shower on Sunday it turned into a bloody sore. Now it's all scabby and only hurts when the scabs start getting ripped off. I'm curious if it will turn into an awesome scar or not. I've been trying to move it a lot so it doesn't heal up too tight and deprive me of the use of my knuckle, but moving it kind of hurts, so it's somewhat of a quandary.

On the topic of injuries, my thumbnail still has not fallen off. It has, in fact, slowly been growing out. If it keeps it up, it will be a long time before it is back to it's normal color, but I think the black spots are finally dispersing on the bottom, so that's good.

Only two weeks until I move! Aaagh! So much to do! If anybody is interested in helping out, we'll be needing help on Christmas Day probably the most, but as far as I know, pretty much everybody is busy that day, so I don't really expect anybody to help. But thank you for wanting to! Seriously though, go hang out with your families.

On the topic of moving, we need to have a moving-out party. I'm thinking the 22nd would be good because it'll be my last day of work and stuff, but I don't know if anybody will still be in town. So, will anybody still be in town?

Okay, I think that's about everything for now (that I can think of at least).

Saturday, December 09, 2006

I'm feeling sort of melancholy right now, and I'm not really sure why. I finished my classes. I did all my drawing homework, and all of my sculpture homework that had any chance of getting done without me exploding (I didn't do the sketchbook assignment, but I did all the sculptures). I've got all the songs picked for Sacrament Meeting for the rest of the month. We opened one of our Christmas presents early, and it turned out to be Guitar Hero 2, so we've been having fun playing that. I got to play pictionary last night, which I love playing. I had delicious food for breakfast (rice with sliced smoked sausage chunks with a fried egg with tater tots with lots of ketchup, all mixed together while nice and hot). Yet I'm melancholy. I think the solution is really quite simple--to go take a shower, get dressed up cute, and go shopping for Christmas presents for my family (I'd love to get Christmas presents for all my friends again this year, but I don't think it's going to happen). And I should eat lunch, too. We'll see what ends up happening, I guess.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Yesterday was a ridiculously hard day for a variety of reasons. As a result, I got no homework done. However, I did get some super-secret project done (almost finished!), and taught Veng how to make cookies (mainly I gave him moral support while eating the dough he was mixing), ate a delicious dinner and some delicious cookie dessert (2 cookies with cool whip in between them), watched a bunch of Fruits Basket, and went to bed early, so I could wake up early this morning and work on homework (which I haven't started on still despite actually having woken up early). I also cried a good bit yesterday due to a variety of disappointments that I don't really want to get into here. Anyways, I'm going to go work on my homework now. I'm hoping to have 1 1/2 drawings done before class tonight, and finish up the other 1 1/2 by Wednesday so I can drive up to campus and drop them off at my teacher's office (which he said would be alright, if I need to, and at this rate, I think I need to). Tomorrow I need to work on carving a bust of myself out of floral foam so that I can dip it in plaster during my class so I can take it home and finish it up and get that turned in by Thursday. Wednesday there is a fabulous wedding reception that I absolutely must attend. By Friday, I may have collapsed into tears again several times, but at least my classes will be all done, my homework will be all turned in, my time at the U will be over, and I will be able to focus on first, cleaning the apartment, and second, packing the cleaned apartment every evening after work. On Saturday I'm planning on buying birthday and Christmas presents for my siblings and for Veng, and possibly attending our ward Christmas party for the free food. Sunday is tithing settlement. I need to call somebody in our ward this week about arranging help for cleaning our apartment before we move, I need to arrange a date/time to have the cleaning inspection done (once all our stuff is packed up), and I need to discuss with my work the transfer to the Mesa office and the details with insurance, not to mention where on earth the office is actually located down there, etc, and when my last day working for the Utah office will be exactly. I don't expect I'll be posting much the rest of the week. I hope it goes well for everybody.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

crackers

We have a beautiful new MacBook Pro. Very nice, neither of us have ever had a laptop before, we got it on sale, should be very nice to use for the next quite-a-few years. Veng will get to use it for school and stuff, and I will get to use it for play and stuff.

I don't want to do my drawing homework. Bleh.

I do want to watch My Neighbor Totoro. On the laptop. While in bed. With delicious curry to eat, and an ice-cream bar, and Weinhard's rootbeer, and various junk foods. And then I want to read three books in a row. I don't even particularly care which books. And then I want to go swimming.

I will end up showering, then eating dinner, then working on my homework all evening, and all day tomorrow after church.

Note to everybody: wear goggles when working with plaster in a room where compressed air is blowing around.

Note the second (2nd) to everybody: plaster takes a long time to dry.

Note the third to whomever may be interested: There's a lot of cool art classes at ASU and MCC. Maybe I will take one during the summer. I'd like to, but then again, I never want to have to work and take classes simultaneously ever again. It kills me.

Note the fourth, once again regarding plaster: Using plaster is kind of like baking. You have to sift it, then mix it, then pour it, then let it set.

/end notes.

I got an A on my wire tail. Completely, 100% across the board. Hopefully I do as well on the heart I made. And on my currently-being-graded and in-the-process-of-being-made sculpture projects. And on my drawing homework that I'm turning in on Monday.

It is the weekend of doom.

There are three Sundays left which I will have to lead the music for. I already picked the songs for all three of them, and distributed the lists. I should tell the music director that I'm not going to be leading on Christmas Eve so she can be ready to do so. I've decided that 8am church on Christmas Eve two days before we move is too much, and I am going to enjoy my bed for the last morning I get to use it for.

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Drawing to a close

I talked to my drawing teacher yesterday. He's probably being a lot nicer to me than I deserve, seeing as how I've missed about a third of the classes of the semester. Anyways, I have a lot of homework to do this weekend. I'll have sculpture homework to do, too. Busy, busy. Stayed up too late last night, talking to Veng. Hopefully I don't fall asleep at work today. Our apartment is pleasantly warm, the Auto setting on the furnace seems to be working okay today. I have to buy my younger siblings' birthday presents this weekend, too. No forgetting that. After tonight, I will have three classes left this semester. Then the next week I'll have to go back up to the U to pick up my drawing portfolio and any of my sculpture stuff that's still in the studio. And who knows, that may end up being my last time ever going in the art building at the U, which will be sad in a lot of ways, but it'll be nice to be done with classes for awhile again. Though it would be fun to do color theory and woodworking next semester, but only if I didn't have to work as well.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

And it won't be a pretty sight

I'm cold again. Our furnace is a fickle thing, and I think the thermostat is completely wrong, constantly. I predict the next month will be a fine dance of having it on long enough for it to warm up, and for it to warm the apartment up, but not on long enough to make us swelteringly hot.

I emailed both of my teachers about missing class just barely, so that's done and over with. I did all the dishes last night, and made the soup, and cleaned up the bathroom, and worked on the super-secret project. My throat is still slightly sore, but I slept well last night. So, my reasons for skipping class yesterday, the slightly logical ones at least, have all been taken care of. Now there's only illogical reasons left to combat. I doubt it will be a war worth watching.

Friday the 8th is almost here, and that will be nice, because my classes will be over, the super-secret project will be done, my sister's birthday will be past, and I will be able to spend time packing and cleaning and cooking and cleaning and packing.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Until our shells simply cannot hold all our insides in, and that's when we explode

I am skipping class today. This is somewhat momentous, as it is sculpture class, which I have only really skipped twice, and because we are doing something new in that class today, and I have never skipped that class when we're doing something new. But it is cold and snowy outside, I have a sore throat, I am exceedingly tired, there was a humongous pile of dishes that needed doing, the bathroom was horribly messy, the trash needed to be taken out, there's a super-secret project that needs finishing really really really soon, and I really wanted to make tomato lentil soup for dinner. So, thus, I'm skipping class. I will email my teacher about it a bit later, as well as emailing my drawing teacher about not having gone to class for the last two weeks. That'll be fun. Tomorrow I'm getting my guts up and going back to that class again, which will also be fun. Hopefully the traffic won't be too bad.

The exceedingly tired part of the many reasons for skipping class today is because it was too warm last night, and I slept horribly. Ironic, isn't it, that I finally figure out how to turn the furnace on, and then it promptly decides that it ought to be five degrees warmer than what we had set it to, and keeps me up for half the night? I got up at about 3am after sleeping with just the sheet until that point, and turned it down several degrees, which made it bearable to sleep. Today, I figured out how to set it to auto, which I'm hoping will actually work and it will turn itself on when our apartment starts getting cold.

I also had an eyelash stuck in the corner of my eye for the majority of the day today. I didn't manage to get it out until I got home. It made it very hard to concentrate while I was at work, especially since my eyes were already feeling rather dried out from lack of sleep and the dry, dry air. I may never understand why the air suddenly gets so very much drier every time it precipitates here.

The dishes are all done, the lentils are cooked, the soup will hopefully be done in not too long, and then I will eat, and hopefully my spirits will be lifted considerably with the return of sugar to my bloodstream. Skipping class, in many ways, is nice, but in many other ways, it makes me very stressed out and prone to depression, which I have been trying to combat since deciding not to go today.

I have been craving desserts lately.

We tried Zupas restaurant for dinner last night. I had curried butternut squash and apple soup, which was alright (not nearly enough curry in it, in my opinion), and a blueberry maple salad which was quite tasty, though a little too sugary by the end. I am convinced that I could make everything which they have on their menu at home, and with a little experimentation make it all much tastier. It didn't help their case that all of their employees save one seemed to be completely new and had no idea what they were doing.

I had a dream last night that I was pregnant, and went into the hospital, had a brief sharp pain and out popped a very fat and happy baby boy, that I couldn't nurse for various reasons, so I picked him up and walked home with him, and he was very cute, and didn't cry at all, and was very fat, and I was happy. When I woke up though, thinking back over the dream, it was very weird. I feel like my motherly instincts are starting to kick in though, as I've been wanting to spend time cooking and cleaning and organizing and sewing and redecorating and every Sunday the past month I have come home from church desperately wanting a baby, for a variety of reasons. I guess I'm 23, approaching 24, and am feeling very ready to move into the mommy stage of life. We'll see how things go though. It's just something I've been thinking about a lot lately.

I am very hungry now, and Veng has agreed to assist me with the soup-making, so more updates later sometime.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Warm

We finally figured out how to turn the furnace on. It involved flipping the thermostat in the hall to "heat" instead of "off" (man, do I feel silly now). So now our apartment is nice and warm, and hopefully there will be no more mornings of waking up freezing and thinking how incredibly nice it would be to just stay under the covers indefinitely.

We went and saw Stranger Than Fiction on Saturday. Very funny movie. I normally can't stand Will Ferrell, but as my dad put it, "he actually acts in this movie!" Very enjoyable. It made me want to be a baker and have delicious pastries and cookies and cakes to eat all the time, but I don't think I'd manage to stay skinny for long if I did that. I highly recommend the movie, but I also recommend having some cookies at home to eat afterwards.

I also recommend throwing away your Henry Weinhard bottles as soon as you're done with them so you don't continuously crave more.

In other news, Veng learned today to not wash hair down the drain! Yay! And now we must go eat. Farewell. Forever. Or at least until tomorrow.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Come back...

I was woken up at about 4 o'clock this morning by Mike muttering something about ninjas while he was sleeping. I gave him a funny look, then noticed he was sound asleep, and reached over him and grabbed the alarm clock so I could set it so we wouldn't be late for church. (We still ended up being about a minute late) Being woken up by the mention of ninjas is still not as weird as the morning when I woke up and he wasn't asleep next to me and I couldn't hear him anywhere. If you'll allow me (and you will, because, hey, it's my blog), I will recreate with exactness the conversation that followed. Please, if you will, imagine both of the voices as being very, very tired and confused, with the words rather drawn out and, well, confused and tired.

"Mike"
"Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
"On the couch."
"...Why?"
"Would you believe me if I told you I didn't know?"
"...Come back..."

To this day, neither of us know why he decided, in a mostly-asleep stupor, that he ought to get up in the middle of the night and go sleep on the couch. But recreating the conversation never fails to result in both of us cracking up laughing.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

My back is sore from lots of sitting-on-the-floor-making-a-wire-frame-of-a-heart sorts of things. So I am taking a short break (plus, my frame is about halfway done, and I made a door out of wire, with a real cabinet door knob, and some small hinges, which is attached to the frame with wire, all of which I'm very proud of).

It seems like my list of things to do never ends. Or maybe it's just the laundry and

Anyway, on to my current list of projects! (Because I know you're all dying to know)

I have a super-secret special project that I'm working on (and will finish really soon! I promise!)

I have my uber-awesome sculpture project homework that I'm working on (I'm making a size gigantic heart with glowy electroluminescent wire on it!)

I probably have a couple drawing assignments that I ought to do (but I'm not going to!)

I have the aforementioned never-shrinking ever-growing piles of laundry and dishes (which make me tired just thinking about them!)

I have to do little drawings and summaries in my sketchbook for fifty different sculptors (which I'm probably going to try and do all of while Veng is at work on Thanksgiving!)

I have to go grocery shopping (because we're almost out of food again!)

I have to let my visiting teachers visit me in fifteen minutes (if they actually show up!)

I have to find a birthday present for my little brother whose birthday is tomorrow (he's turning 19 and I have no idea what to get him!)

I have to find a birthday present for my little sister whose birthday is in two weeks (she's turning 17 and I will probably get her clothes because she loves them!)

I have to find a Christmas present for whomever in my family we get for Christmas (we're drawing the names tonight at dinner!)

I have to pack up our entire apartment (and we have a ton of stuff that won't all fit in the boxes we have so I have to go buy some more!)

I still have thank-you notes to write from the wedding (I'm determined to do them all if it kills me and they're a year late!)

I have to organize our files into my nice hanging file folders (because they're a complete wreck right now and I can't find any important papers!)

I have to make a Christmas list to give to my family (which won't be hard at all, I just need to take the time to do it!)

And some other stuff.

Friday, November 17, 2006

So, yeah

Our apartment is quite chilly every morning and sometimes I can't help but wonder if our furnace is on, and I frequently suspect that it is not, yet I do not know how to turn it on. And I'm too lazy to move all the stuff in the closet in front of it. So I just stay cold in the mornings.

I have skipped class almost all week, and it has been lovely. I have made serious dents in the dishes, I have cooked delicious food, and I have had time to talk with my husband, and I have played some little flash games online (and I have purchased materials for my sculpture project). Now, some people think it is a heinous act to skip class. However, I feel that my reasons for doing so are pretty sound. I got a lot more ultimately more important stuff done while I was not-driving, and not at class. I don't particularly like my drawing class. I'm probably not ever coming back to the UofU, and I'm probably not ever transferring these credits, so my grades don't really matter. And it makes me much less stressed to stay at home and do lovely wifely things that I don't get to do very often rather than go to class and have my teacher erase my favorite part of my drawing because it doesn't look 'realistic enough' or tell me in which order I ought to draw my drawing (it's MY drawing, dangit, let me draw it how I want!), or listen to the students in my sculpture class who actually stay for all of class talk about their lives and movies and The Mightiest Country Japan all while not actually doing any work which they get away with because they involve the teacher in their discussions.

I think I'm going to try being a substitute teacher for awhile once we arrive in Arizona. Or maybe I'll try to get a job at a computer store as a clerk or something.

Why isn't it Thanksgiving yet? This semester has taken soooo long. Move faster, semester. This girl wants to move on with her life and get down to the warm weather and the free time.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

So, I skipped class yesterday so that I could work on my homework for my class today because I'd much rather be working on sculpture homework than drawing yet another normal fully-shaded drawing with charcoal. I am tired of charcoal. Plus, my grades don't really matter anymore. Yet I still feel a little guilty for not going to class. But just a little, tiny, bitsy bit guilty. Most of me doesn't care.

I'm pleased with the things I came up with for my sculpture samples. Our current project basically consists of making a skeleton/frame, making something that will be inside it that will interact with it in some way, and then covering the whole thing with a translucent/transparent skin of some sort. So, for the first part of the project, we made samples of translucent/transparent materials, which is the part I did yesterday. The easy parts of mine were due to the joys of Walmart - I bought some clear vinyl which I used by itself. I bought one of those kids toys with the dayglo colored vinylish plastic on top of the white plastic on top of the hard plastic that you can write on, and cut up the top dayglo vinyl and the bottom clear hard plastic and used those by themselves. I bought some cheapo nail polish which I painted onto a sandwich baggie. I bought a package of clear pony beads which I glued together. I bought some bubble wrap, which I cut a square out of to use (the extra can be used for packing!). I bought some packing tape (extra for packing again), and some clear plastic hair bands and made a square of tape, which I stuck the small circular hair bands on, after which I sprayed it with my pink hair spray (leftover from Halloween), then stuck another layer of tape on top to hold it all together. I bought a package of cotton balls (the rest can be used for whatever it is you use cotton balls for), and some fishing line (great for sewing together the leftover clear vinyl later), and made a little nesty wispy see-through webby square out of those. I bought some irridescent see-through fabric which I made a square out of, and some yellow ugly plastic mesh, that I made a square out of. I melted some old birthday candles onto some tissue paper leftover from the wedding, and made a square out of that. And, oh yes, I bought an ugly pink plastic shower cap, and made a square out of that.

So, today, all that's left to do is buy some cardboard or poster board or something, and frame them all.

Woo.

Monday, November 13, 2006

I. Am. Freezing.

Yesterday, I made us both wake up (neither of us wanted to) and go to church. After church, I tried to get my internet back to a state of kind of working okay (I failed). I went visiting teaching. I worked on the internet problems some more (and failed some more). I went visiting teaching again. I made the most delicious roast we have ever had (the first roast I've ever cooked, too), apple cider pork roast, and during my attempt to slice the onions I managed to slice my finger instead. We ate the delicious dinner. I looked at the leftovers, and the dishes. We put the leftovers away, and left the dishes for 'later' (that mysterious future time when we'll have time to do them). I looked at the clock. It was about 7:30pm. I went into our room, changed into my pajamas, and crawled into bed. Veng worked on his homework (we kept the light on and he sat next to me and read for awhile while I was falling asleep). I fell asleep.

I dreamed an odd dream involving wasting time at work, a power outage, a small fuzzy possibly rabid dog that bit people (including me) and wouldn't let go once it had clamped on, a dubious doctor who did not seem to know what he was doing, some Others from some Other place, a bus that drove itself yet had a bus driver person who sometimes drove it, a dilapidated mall, five golden crane statues which you could win prize money for finding, Sears' shoe department, and my mother.

I woke partially up when Veng got up at 6 to work on his homework, then fell back asleep.

At 6:52, I woke up. Got out of bed. Did computer stuff. Ate breakfast with Veng. Got cold.

Now I'm here, Veng has gone to class, and I'm wishing I a) was warm, b) could do nothing at all for a day other than be with Veng and enjoy our time together, and c) didn't have to go to work or class anymore. And it would be nice if my homework wasn't going to take so long to do (which is why I keep putting it off, which is rather counter-intuitive).

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Quick update.

My thumb is still all black and gross looking (both the smooshed nail part and the blood blister part). So I don't know, maybe my nail will end up falling off, despite how very much I don't want it to.

I got a spider bite on the back of my right hand at the beginning of the week (sneaky thing bit me while I was asleep!). I've never been bitten by a spider before that I know of. It's been interesting to watch it. The first day the back of my hand was largely red and itchy, which led me to believe that my skin was overly dry, so I put some lotion on, and it didn't help whatsoever, so I decided to leave it alone until I knew what was going on. The second day, there was a small red circle, with a white bump that was not really in the center. It looked kind of like a weird zit, but it had non-zit-like properties. The third day there was a brownish little scabby looking tiny spot where the white bump had been, and the small red circle around it was still there. The fourth day was the red circle with a tiny spot, and the skin making up the red circle was starting to look kind of like the brand-new pinkish skin of a healing burn or bad cut. Today is either the fifth or sixth day, I'm not quite sure which, and it turned all white and crusty on top, which Veng said was a sort of scab, so I kinda picked it off, and underneath there is still a red circle with a small part of it having that shiny new-skin sort of pinkish shine to it. I'm quite curious what kind of spider it was to make my skin react in so many varied and interesting ways.

Our official moving date is December 26th. Oh yes, it will be a fun Christmas, with all that box packing and truck loading that we'll be doing in preparation for a 12-hour drive.

I won the DS game tournament thing today. I'm not sure what score Decemberist got, but he played fewer holes than I did (after nine holes, I came out at par, which wasn't too bad...at about the fifth hole, I was three below par, which was quite good, I thought). So he may have technically beat me, but I got the game anyway. Yay! Surprisingly fun for a golfing video game.

Oh yes, our next apartment will also have a toilet paper holder in the bathroom that you can actually reach from the toilet.

Sunday, November 05, 2006

I am hungry.

I'm being so good and productive today. Church was kind of bleh (mostly the fault of my attitude). After getting home and crying a little bit (gotta cry sometimes), I started on the dishes. Then I took Veng to work. Then I came home and did some more dishes, and checked some stuff on the computer, then called my little brother to see if he wanted a ride to Salt Lake tonight, then called my visiting teachee and set up an appointment, then called my VT companion to let her know about it. After that I did some more dishes, then called my mother to see if I can do some laundry up there tonight. Then I did more dishes. Then I decided to take a break and did a wipe-down of the counters and the stove, and discovered that Gorilla Glue will in fact eventually come off of a metal sink if you use a sharp razor on it (yay! no fines!), and then I cleaned my razor up because it was dirty from all the things it's been used for lately (I am NOT talking about a hair-shaving razor here, in case you were confused and grossed out at this point). Then I picked the hymns for church for the next three weeks (so prepared!). And now I'm going to finish the dishes, clean some stuff up a bit, and then go up to Salt Lake for dinner (and laundry).

I should be more productive on other days and rest more on Sundays. At least this week should go a little better with things somewhat clean around here.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Daydream believer and a homecoming queen

My thumb is mostly better. I can use it now again, though it's still all black and nasty looking, and my nail doesn't seem to be growing. I'm sure it'll get all better soon though.

School is wearing me out. Yet I keep finding so many things that I want to learn! More art stuff, of course, as well as at least 10 completely different areas of study. I think a lot of my current wanting-to-learn-new-stuff is inspired by my dread of job hunting. I don't really like having a degree in English, because for most jobs that I look at that are available that I think I'd actually enjoy, I don't feel fully qualified for because I have no experience in that field. And the jobs I do feel fully qualified for are certainly not ones that require a bachelor's degree, nor do I seem to end up enjoying them very much after awhile. I've been looking at jobs in Mesa for most of the morning and am getting to my standard discouraged job-hunt state.

The rest of the morning was really quite lovely. We went on a nice hour-long walk, which I really enjoyed, and saw a bunch of houses, and discussed their various merits and demerits. I've decided that really, I like houses that are built in the modern style (kind of Bauhaus-ish), though most of the ones we saw today I would definitely like to change up a bit, because I don't think they really accomplished the merging of interior and exterior spaces very well. But I do like the architectural style. I also like houses that aren't flat on front, that have interesting rooflines, or protrusions, or porches, or whatever, that create a variety of spaces and volumes that draw your eye across the house. A variety of colors is always nice too. A contrasting-colored roof is a must, of course, and having shutters, or a combo of stone and siding, or siding and brick, or whatever, when the colors are right, it just makes for a visually gorgeous house. We saw a lot of cool yards too, that people had really just done amazing things with, so they fit with the look of the house, while still providing a nice space for the house owners to use. It makes me want to study architecture, and landscaping, and interior design.

I also had the most delicious yogurt ever today. It's one of the Yoplait Whipped yogurts, Chocolate Mousse style, Chocolate Cherry flavor. It tastes like chocolate cheesecake, and it is delicious, and I must buy more of them next time I'm at the store, because goodness gracious, it was divine. Which reminds me of the jingle Veng made up yesterday to describe rondele to me: "If the clouds in heaven had a taste, they would taste like rondele." Speaking of rondele, we made bagel sandwiches with rondele on them today, and they are, indeed, very delicious. I love delicious food, though I'm not very good at making up my own recipes. So, you know, it kind of makes me want to go to culinary school.

I've also been listening to more indie music lately, along with my standard eclectic mix of various rock and electronic musics. It's all good stuff, and I love the variety, and I generally find it quite fun to sing along, and try to make the sound of my voice match the feel of the song. And I find myself wanting to get a keyboard, and some sound-editing software, and a bass (or a bass guitar), and a computer mic, and make my own music, and advertise myself, and find a band to be a part of, and learn all about audio recording and engineering, and so on and so forth.

And I keep thinking of all these costumes and cool clothes I want to make, so I want to take a sewing class.

And I want to learn CSS and make my own cool webpages.

And I want to take an acting class, so I can tell stories really well, and maybe do some commercial work.

And there's entirely too many things I want to learn how to do (I'm not even done with my list yet) and entirely not enough things that I already know how to do, and there's a distinct lack of available jobs that match my current skill-set that actually sound even vaguely actually fun. And I want a fun job, darn it. Or at least a job that has a regular smattering of fun moments. I guess that'll be one good thing about being a mom in the future...kids are hard to deal with, but they sure do have a lot of fun moments.

I need to buy some boxes and start packing up some stuff. And do the dishes. And laundry. And my homework. And finish the thank-you notes. And my sister's birthday present which is now almost three months late. And I ought to figure out what to get for my two siblings whose birthdays are rapidly approaching. And I want to go Christmas shopping. And I want to design a house, inside, outside, everything, and make crap to decorate it with. And then I want to build the house, and live in it, and have a family, and teach them all sorts of cool things, and get babysitters on a regular basis so I can go jam with my band, and I want to be this amazing person and live this amazing life. But first I need to go do those dishes.

(My next apartment WILL have a dishwasher, and a washer and dryer, and an air-conditioner, and that is that.)

Sunday, October 29, 2006

On Thursday, during sculpture class, I was flattening some wire by hammering it. And, of course, since I have great skill at injuring myself in that class, I managed to hit my thumb with the hammer, really hard. Now, I've seen my dad hit his thumb with a hammer several times during my life. He generally yells a bit, grimaces a bit, and then continues on about his life. So, my impression of hitting your thumb with a hammer was always that it must not hurt a whole lot other than the first brief pain. Boy, was I ever wrong. My thumb has never hurt so much during my life. Right after hitting it, I grimaced. Then I looked at it, and then I looked at it again, and then I half-heartedly tried finishing flattening the wire I was working on, decided there was no chance of doing anything while my thumb was hurting so much, gathered up my stuff, showed my teacher, went to the bathroom and ran it under cold water and cried and called Mike so he could tell me how to take care of it, and then went back to the classroom. I decided at this point that I was completely incapacitated, and informed my teacher that I was going home.

My plan was actually to go get fast food. Not for the purpose of getting fast food so much as for the purpose of having some food to take some Tylenol with, and for getting a cup of ice to stick my thumb in. I stopped after about three minutes of driving, and wrapped my thumb up with masking tape so it couldn't get all swollen before I could get it taken care of, and so I wouldn't accidentally move it while driving and cause myself even more massive pain. Unfortunately, the only fast food places I passed were on the left side of the street, and with driving with only my right hand, I didn't feel up to making a sharp left turn. So I went to my parents' house, and sobbed the entire way there, because dang it! it hurt. I got there and was shaky from either crying or pain, and got some nice sympathy, and a large bag of ice, and some toast and Cetaphil, and some kisses from my nephews (sooo cute!) to help my ouchie feel better. I talked to my family for awhile so the pain meds could kick in a bit and my thumb could get numbed up, and then I drove home to Mike. By the time I got home, it hurt again, so I took some more pain meds, and wrapped it up in some gauze and medical tape instead of the masking tape. I was feeling kind of nauseous by this point too, but that hasn't been terribly abnormal the past several days.

Anyways, now it's feeling almost all better, though I still can't really use it for much. But! Because I think it is interesting, I wanted to post pictures for all of you! Hooray! Pictures of my bloody-bruised nail, and my blood blister!













Monday, October 23, 2006

Sakura pic, as promised, and...NEWS!

Hopefully I will get some more pics (especially of details) when I wear it for Halloween this weekend.



And now, time for some irregularly scheduled NEWS announcements!

Well, okay, only one.

We are probably moving to Arizona sometime in late December/early January. Why? Because it sounds fun, and warm, and we'll have lived in Utah for 8 months since getting married (allowing us to spend time with my family) and will have 8 months to be in Arizona with Mike's family before grad school begins.

Important notes:
Coley, I have talked with my parents, and they said it's fine if you stay with them if you'd like in order to get to the airport and things for Christmas. They are nice, and it would probably also be fine if you left your car there. We have no idea when exactly we're leaving Utah, so we may or may not be there at my parents' house. We will try to get more precise details figured out soon, so I can let you know.

If anybody wants to come to Utah to visit people, they should do so before January, so I can see you again!

If I need to give any of you anything, please let me know sometime in the next two months, eh?

So, yep! It's kind of nice having a plan in place, and I am looking forward to not being in Utah for yet another February. Hopefully it will all work out.

Please do not ever use 11th-grade slang in your English papers

I am behind on Life. It just keeps building up. Lately, I have been going to work, and partway through the afternoon, I'll be sitting there at my desk working, and will suddenly want to cry. I am to the point of having to convince myself almost every day WHY I ought to go to class, what the point is. I try to take the weekends off to relax and enjoy myself and spend time with Veng, but then I don't get any of the housework done. I'm still not done writing thank-you notes from the wedding. My sister's birthday present isn't done yet, and it's already 2 months late. I have a huge list of things I'd like to do in my spare-time, but I have no spare-time to do them in. I feel sick pretty regularly (colds, funny joint problems, headaches), and my depression is coming back very sneakily (those two things are correlated, sparked in part, I'm sure, by stress).

So, how am I dealing with all this? I'm not taking classes next semester, for starters. I need my evenings back, darn it. I am enjoying what I am learning in class, true, but it is stressing me out way too much, plus it costs a lot. So, art degree = postponed. As for the rest of it? I'm doing a crappy job of dealing. My cards are all over the floor, and instead of picking them up and re-stacking them and handing them out properly to whoever needs them at the moment, I keep trying to ignore them until the last second, then pick up a couple and toss them in the air in hopes that the people who need them will grab them. I think that's a pretty good analogy (I always enjoy coming up with a good analogy...helping my little sister re-write her Hamlet essay yesterday has been bringing out many of my English-major tendencies again).

My bed is so tempting. It would be nice to go lay in it all day, and sleep, and just forget life for awhile. The only problem with that is, I am incapable of sleeping the entire day. That was one aspect of depression that never invaded my life. I can't do it, even when I want to. I get antsy, and bored, and am entirely awake, and so get out of bed and use the computer as my retreat instead...until I get antsy, and bored, and need to move to something else. Anyway, I'm taking the day off work today, because I've got a stupid cold again and feel like crap, and there's a crapload of stuff I need to do--homework, dishes, grocery shopping, laundry, homework, thank-you notes, present-making, homework, and some other random shopping. And I need to sleep a little longer, because I feel like crap. So, back to bed I go for probably an hour, then AWAY! into the realms of crazy at-home-sick productivity.

I just hope I can make it through the rest of this semester without a complete breakdown. No time for that right now.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Costume Report: Sakura--Con Report: Anime Banzai

On Friday, I decided we were definitely going to go to Anime Banzai for most of Saturday. And I decided I would be going as Sakura from Naruto. So, Friday night (other than the time spent cooking and eating dinner) was dedicated to the process of costuming.

Step 1: Went through my sewing crap and dug out the stuff I bought back in July in anticipation of making a Sakura costume sometime. This consisted of a red collared v-neck t-shirt, some red yoga pants, and a short khaki skirt, and a pair of black boots, all purchased from DI for very cheap.

Step 2: Looked up a great many pictures of Sakura cosplayers and studied the fan-art that I had on my computer to determine precisely what I was going to do for the costume, and what I needed to get in order to do it all.

Step 3: Went to Jo-Ann's, and left Veng in a corner playing Metroid on his DS while I wandered through massive hordes of Halloween-costume-making women who were there for last minute costuming as was I. Found and purchased 1 peice of white felt (used), 1 box of hooks and eyes (unused), 1 long white sports zipper 18" (used), 1 package light-khaki-colored quilt binding (used), 1 package red quilt binding (used), 1 buckle thing (used), some white rib-knit fabric (used), some stiff green canvasy fabric (used), and some black fabric that was stretchy in one direction (unused).

Step 4: Costume assembly. I started on this after dinner, so it was already getting a bit late (9 o'clock-ish). I decided to start with the boots. I cut off the toes with a razor, which was kind of fun. Then I looked for my black foam-backed fabric that I was positive I had leftovers of (I was wrong). So I moved on. Next came the skirt. I figured out where all the slits should be, and cut them to the appropriate length. Then I began to sew on the khaki quilt-binding to edge the slits so they wouldn't fray horribly (because I did NOT want to hem them myself). Then I ran out of quilt binding at approximately 10:30. So, I sent Veng to Walmart to get me some more (which was very, very nice of him). I looked up the button-holing instructions in my sewing machine user's manual, and sewed in some long button-holes for the belt to go through. I should've ironed the skirt after all that, but I put it off and ended up running out of time. I sewed the little white elbow-covers (way easy), cut off the yoga pants into shorts and hemmed them (easy), and measured and cut-out the black stretchy fabric for the boot-top-covers. By the time I was done with all of that, it was approximately 1:30 in the morning or so. And I was still feeling reasonably awake, so I decided to do the shirt. I cut a big 0 out of the felt and sewed it on the back. I figured out where to cut the collar, and where the zipper ought to go. And I cut the front of the shirt in half, and cut half the collar off (it was like a polo-shirt collar, and I was turning into more of a mandarin-style collar). And because hemming sucks, I took the red quilt-binding and edged the whole cut part with that, which turned out looking pretty good, though I couldn't figure out how to get the binding to make a nice curve on the corners of the collar, so they turned into points. And then I got to add the zipper. I determined that it is hard to get zippers to curve. They just don't want to do it. So I looked up some suggestions on curving zippers online, and decided to just make some cuts in the zipper fabric on either side of the curve so that it could bend and still lie somewhat flat. It worked pretty well. And then the shirt was done and I decided to look up how to sew gloves online. Most of the instructions were long and complicated and involved gussets and crap. One instruction set said to just trace your hand, add a seam allowance, cut it out and sew it together. So I tried it with the black stretchy fabric (which I determined SUCKS to try and sew...it gets sucked into the hole that the needle goes through, which is never a good thing). The glove turned out okay, other than a few places where the sewing didn't really catch (because the fabric SUCKS) and so there were a couple holes along the seam. Too much work though, so I gave up and decided I would use my black one-size-fits-all stretchy knit Walmart gloves. And I looked at the clock, and it was 3:58 am, and thus time for the next step.

Step 5: Sleep. A lovely four hours.

Step 6: More costume assembly. No time for breakfast. I made the belt, and made the small bag, and made the headband (using some leftover sheet metal--yay!). I tried to make the boot-tops out of the black stretchy fabric, but it SUCKS, and so I gave up, and hijacked my leggings from my Tatiana costume, and chopped them off so they only went up to my knees. If I ever want to do Tatiana again, I will have to make new leggings. Shaved my legs. Then I dug out the gloves, and put everything on except the headband, and Veng sprayed my hair pink (I love colored hair spray, it's one of the best inventions in the world). Added the headband, and voila, one hot Sakura chick. Seriously, I was hot. I look good in pink hair. The costume turned out great for less than 24 hours of working on it and a mere 4 hours of sleep. Definitely (in my opinion) my best cosplay yet.

THE CON

The con was fun. We got there at about noon (I did makeup in the car for the first time in my life...it's pretty hard to do, but it turned out well). It was at SLCC, which is not the greatest of venues, but it worked alright. Took awhile to find where we were supposed to register at. Once we had our badges, we ate our bento lunches that Veng had put together. He took pictures of me eating, which are probably cute, and which I will probably upload later. We wandered through the dealer's room several times throughout the day, and ended up with the complete Cowboy Bebop soundtrack (4 discs, limited edition, $35), and a red plaid kitty-eared hat ($10, super-cute), and some Ramune (tasty, tasty), and some pocky (had gotten all melted together, so it wasn't really your standard pocky-eating experience...too much chocolate at once). Went to a couple panels, which were about as interesting as I ever find panels to be (they were good, make no mistake, I'm just not a huge fan of anime-con panels in general). We went to the cosplay competition and watched all the skits, and Veng participated in the DDR competition. I found an incredibly cute tiny Totoro keychain, but it was $6 so I did not buy it (though...that was mainly just because Veng had the cash, and he wasn't with me at the time...otherwise I would probably have it right now). And we watched the first two episodes of Nana, which was fun.

Things that surprised me about the con: There was a disproportionally high percentage of cosplayers there, compared to AX where there's many people wearing normal clothes. At Anime Banzai it seemed that most everybody had a costume on, and the normally-dressed people were in the minority. There were maybe 3 Bleach cosplayers that I saw. Quite a lot more Fullmetal Alchemist cosplayers. And an INSANELY HUGE number of Naruto cosplayers. And lots of people that had Naruto headbands tied to their arms or something just for the heck of it. I was the only time-jump Sakura I saw there, though, which was cool. I suck at posing for pictures. Over 1,000 people attended (not bad at all for it being only the con's second year of existence), which means they may very well have enough money to do a 3-day con in a hotel next year. I am very impressed by these people's level of dedication to start a yearly anime con, in Utah of all places, and I am very impressed by the Utah anime-fanbase for so many of them showing up.

OVERALL SUMMARY:

I looked good. The con was fun. On the way home we got Wendy's. I got very cold anytime we walked outside (if I ever do a con somewhere cold again, I will have to choose a cosplay with a jacket). Well worth $10 for a Saturday of fun and entertainment, and well worth the cost of the materials for my cosplay.

Pictures to be added later.

P.S. Due to the limited amount of sleep on Friday night, when we got home on Saturday we forgot to set the alarm and completely slept through church! Which wouldn't be a problem, except, you know, I was supposed to lead the music, and Veng was supposed to set up all the chairs. Oh well.

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

yep

Really quick, key points of my dream last night so I don't forget, because it was interesting:

Chevron that was a laundromat that also had a homestyle-cookin' food buffet (but it was a Texaco first).

My car folded up like those windshield sun reflectors, and I could carry it under my arm inside the gas station, then unfold it and gas it up. Gas went from 2, 3, and 10 octanes straight up to 88 octane (who carries 88 octane?) and higher (for that matter, who carries gas with an octane of 2, 3, or 10?).

I did laundry at the gas station (where weird boys tried to hit on me) despite the fact that my whole family was staying at my parents' friends' house, which was a very very nice house and had a washer and drier (but my sister was using the washer and drier for her family's laundry so I couldn't). The house was in Nebraska. It had all this beautiful dark wood trim inside all over everything. Weird things about the house: The stairs to downstairs were hard to find, behind a door, and the lights in the stairwell were burned out, and the stairs were very dark and very steep and very narrow and very long. But once you got down them, the bottom level of the house was just as nice as the top level. The doorways were all only a few inches higher than my head. That was weird.

My sister briefly became somebody else and yelled at me for waking up her small toddler girl when I went downstairs and turned on the light so I could see and find my way to the washer/drier to see if they were still in use.

Anyway, that was my dream.

Things I need to do today:
Shower
Eat
Put the license plates on the car
Go to work
Cook dinner
Do laundry
Go grocery shopping

It is going to be a busy day (there's a lot of laundry and lots of groceries).

Interesting thing from yesterday:

My drawing teacher said I sounded like I was from the midwest, that I had a slight drawl to my speech, and that he expected me to say "eh?" at the end of one of my sentences. The funny old pretzel guy that's in both of my classes mentioned after that he could have sworn I was from Minnesota (he's originally from Michigan, but has lost his accent after living in Utah for awhile). They were both very surprised that I have never lived in the Midwest. (That now makes Wisconsin, Michigan, and Minnesota, as places that people have guessed that my accent is from.)

Friday, October 13, 2006

belated

Time for another quick update, eh?

Thanks for all the music suggestions. I have incorporated some of them into my listening already, and will probably be asking some of you to borrow some stuff soon.

Tonight was fun, but the day in preparation for it was very long. I went to work an hour earlier than normal (after staying up late last night cleaning) so that I could come home an hour earlier than normal. Then I vaccumed the whole apartment. And cleaned the toilet, and the bathroom sink, and the mirror. And picked up and put away a few things. And then I entertained my mother and older sister and two nephews for about half an hour. And I took out the trash. Then I went to the store, just for food for tonight (I have to go to the store again in the morning for food for tomorrow). Then I came home, defrosted the chicken, did the dishes, made fruit salsa, made guacamole, cut up all the stuff for the chicken pineapple fajitas, and made crispy cinnamon sugar tortilla triangles (for dipping into the fruit salsa). By that point the guests were here. So then we ate. And then we played games. Interspersed throughout was waiting while they tried to get their baby to stop crying (which was fine, I understand babies cry a lot, and she was a cute baby so I didn't really mind, but it made the evening seem longer than it was, I think). And then they left. At midnight.

Tomorrow, I get to go to the store (again) and buy more food, drop Veng off at UVSC, make enough tomato lentil soup for 10 people, go to the relief society enrichment lunch with the soup, go meet Veng at UVSC and tour the Renaissance Festival they've got going on there, then go up to Salt Lake for a haunted house and probably hang out afterwards and stuffs. Which will all be good. But it means I don't get to sleep in. So on Sunday I will be taking a nap after church I think, because I am worn out.

It is midterm time. Everyone, I think, is worn out. Or worn down. If there's anything I can do to help any of you feel better, let me know, and I will try my hardest to help out. No dying.

Lots of loves,
Me.

Saturday, October 07, 2006

Music.

Post-punk. New Wave. 80's dance music. Techno. Electronica. Industrial. Synth-pop. Various and sundry subdivisions of metal. I am not a music elitist, a true indie fan, someone who can classify and categorize and only listens to certain stuff. I don't care what it's called. I just want more of it. All of that. And some more emo, and punk, and goth, and grunge, and hip-hop, and R&B, and whatever. Good music. Catchy music. Addicting music.

Smother me with your musical suggestions. Bands/artists, and the best introductory songs to those bands/artists. I need to go exploring, I need more of what I've heard these tiny snippets of, I'm in a music gathering mood.

Smother me.

Friday, October 06, 2006

Friday, oh glorious day

It's Friday, and I'm happy. Though today won't be incredibly different from Wednesday (when I stayed home from class because I was feeling crappy more emotionally than anything but also had a headache and it was raining and I didn't want to deal with all the stupid drivers who don't know crap about driving in the rain here), or from Thursday (when I didn't have class because of fall break, though I would've gone if I'd had class, because I want to learn how to work with wire, which is what we're doing next). But, because today is Friday, and the weekend, I will be able to hang out with friends, which will be exciting. And tomorrow is our stake's Asian Festival, which will be interesting, hopefully.

Due to not going to class the past couple days, I've been managing to cook dinner, and it has been tasty. And I love having leftovers. I tell you what. They're fabulous.

We've also been good about going on walks the past couple days, which has been nice. Hopefully regular exercise will keep my legs from needing to be jiggled and stretched almost continuously while at work (there's something about that chair, my legs get incredibly antsy when I sit in it for very long).

Plus! Because I had no class yesterday, we finally got all of Season 2 of Lost watched, as well as the premiere of Season 3, which made me happy. But frustrated, because Lost is a frustrating show and I want some answers, and know I'm not going to really get any, and I really hope we find out more about Libby soon, because what on earth was going on with her?

And now, back to my regularly scheduled life...

I'm dressed vaguely skater-ish today, with my Shorty's Skateboard Products shirt, and my baggy jeans, and my fat skater shoes, and Veng's G-Star hat (big beany with a fat leather patch on it). It will undoubtedly add yet more layers of weirdness to my coworkers' impression of me (the office lady has already said that she barely recognizes me without a hat on...success!)

Monday, October 02, 2006

short!

I am tired. This generally does bad things to my mood. I have been tired since precisely 4:37, when I left for class. I almost fell asleep on the way there. Not good, since class was three hours with an hour drive home, but I made it through. Other than sleepiness, life is pretty good. I got to start listening to music while at work today, which helps make it seem a little faster, even though I'm going precisely the same speed. And prior to work, I went to Harbor Freight Tools, and bought tools! Harbor Freight is a pretty good store for afordable tools, though I can't vouch much for the quality of most of them. But I know their riveters and hand punches work, and the rotary set I got from there seems to work. So, I now own three new tools, and it makes me a happy girl. Now I just have to manage to finish Fred tomorrow before class somehow or other. I would stay up tonight and work on him, but I am incredibly sleepy (for absolutely no good reason, too).

I need to throw together lunches for tomorrow. G'night.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

Hoolah

We've been eating a lot of egg dishes lately. I really need to update my recipe blog again, because there's so many good recipes I've been making, I need to keep track of them. We had a breakfast dish where I folded tortillas into little basket things in a muffin tin, then put an egg in each one, and then topped it with some homemade tomato stuff and some cheese and baked it (those things are delicious). We've had souffle. I made a quiche today. And I'm planning on making German pancakes very soon. Lots of eggs (eggs are healthy, right?). Whether healthy or not, eggs make delicious foodstuffs.

The sushi party / Conference watching / hanging out yesterday was a success, in my opinion. It was great hanging out with people again a bit, and everybody seemed to like the food, and I enjoyed myself (and Veng enjoyed himself) and hopefully everybody else enjoyed themselves as well. Many thanks to everybody who came. It made me happy.

I woke up this morning with gunk in my nose and throat and a sore chest, which is all in all a good sign, I think, that our apartment is dusty and needs to be vacuumed. Someday we will be wealthy and settled and I'll be able to get allergy shots and won't have to clean so often. ;) I cleaned the toilet yesterday too, due to an unfortunate clogging incident and a stuck plunger. But at least the toilet is nice and very, very clean now.

I found a store at which I can buy my tools I need for my homework. Unfortunately, they closed at 6 yesterday. So I think I will stop by early tomorrow morning (early being eight o'clock). Because I'm very, very eager to get the tools, because I love having tools which I can use. I will be buying a hand hole punch kit (for sheet metal up to 1/16" thick), and a hand riveter, and some rivets. I may also buy some tin snips, and I'd really like a rotary set so I can finish texturizing Fred. And we will hopefully soon be getting a low-power drill (I don't care if it's kind of slow, as long as it works, but knowing me and kind of cheap power tools, I will probably burn out the motor the first time I use it). I am excited for the day when we move into a house, with a garage, which will hopefully be large enough that I can keep a wide variety of tools in there (or maybe I'll just have to have a portion of my studio room that I will someday have be dedicated to holding all my tools). I will someday need a table saw, and a jigsaw, and a couple other various saws, and a good place for clamping stuff onto, and a good drill, and sockets (I think they're called sockets) for my ratchet so it can actually be used, and a mallet, and house-painting supplies, and if we have any trees then a chainsaw would probably be useful (yes, I've used a chainsaw before). I took a little online aptitude test the other day, and it told me I'd probably be a good architect. I think it'd be an interesting career, good blend of science and creativity, making things that are both nice to look at, and structurally sound. Heh. Maybe I'll go back to school again years from now and study to be an architect, after finishing studying to be an artist, and maybe I'll go to chef school sometime also, because, you know, it'd be cool. Then again, maybe I will just start staying home and doing stuff with what I've already learned. At least there's plenty of things I'm still interested in studying for the rest of my life.

I think it's time to go eat some quiche and then get rid of Fred's current sharp edges so I'll be ready to finish him tomorrow and Tuesday, and then I will watch some more conference (which I've thoroughly enjoyed so far), and then make dinner in time for Veng to get home from work. And then maybe I'll vacuum. And then go to sleep, because I'm tired. My sister liked the scarf I made for her, even though it ended up being pretty short, and very late. It was fun to crochet again. Now I need to finish the scarf for my other sister. Along with everything else. And I need to figure out some way to watch Lost Season 3 (we're almost done with Season 2) despite having class during its showtime (re-runs maybe?). Anyways, life is good today, though my allergies are vicious. Thanks again to everybody who came over yesterday and made it such a great day!

Friday, September 29, 2006

invite

What the crap. Nobody's going to read a crappy long entry where I complain about being lonely and depressed and crap because I've probably written a couple hundred of those by now, and I'm sure everybody's sick of it. So, you get a short post. It's always easy to tell when I'm on the verge of giving in to an evening of depression, because I start having a really hard time not swearing, and not crying, and not throwing my shoe at the wall.

Maybe people will come over tomorrow. That'd be nice. If you're reading this, and are in the general area, and don't have plans for tomorrow afternoon, and are at all interested in lunch and the second session of Conference, you're invited over. We have stuff for a sushi bar (without any actual raw fish...mostly club sandwich sort of ingredients). We have stuff for other food. I will clean the apartment and we will concoct yummy things, and we would love to have people come eat and hang out and then watch Conference on our projector with us. So, if you want to come, you can call me (nine seven one four five eight five) or email me (krazyk at gmail dot com) or reply to this post, which I will try hard to check after the morning session tomorrow, and then I can tell you where we live and how to get here and where to park and other useful information.

Paragraphless free-write

I just got ready really fast so I'd have some time to write in here, though I'm not going to have nearly as much time as I'd like because I have to leave for work in about fifteen minutes, so I may have to do this again later sometime soon.

I've been meaning to make cookies and go take them to people for a while now (since Sunday) and I even made the cookie dough, but it had some issues (too dry, and my chocolate chips had melted and resolidified, so I had to smash them apart, and there was a lot of cocoa powder which turned the cookie dough all brown so it looks like crap now) and so instead I have been eating the cookie dough all week (it tastes okay, not great, I will have to try again sometime soon). I made a souffle yesterday for the first time ever, and it turned out pretty good, though I didn't manage to beat the egg whites enough so it wasn't as fluffy as it ought to have been, but it tasted good, and I was proud because I made a souffle, and it reminded me of that one movie (with Audrey Hepburn?) where the girl goes to souffle school and masters the art of souffle making after many failures (and her being gone gives the boy time to realize he's in love with her, or whatever, but it's not the boy that she's in love with...they made a remake of it a few years ago where the girl goes to photography school or something in France instead of souffle school and that made me want to learn to be a photographer but anyways) I write entirely too many parantheticals. But hey, this is a free-write, so who cares? So the reason I've wanted to make cookies for people is because a) I want some cookies to eat, and homemade ones are the best, and b) I want an excuse to visit people. My social life has not been great recently (I know, I've complained about it a lot), and before it was because everybody else was busy and I had no car and couldn't drive to go hang out with them, and now it's because I'm too busy. I'm enjoying being busy, but I really wish I had time to go hang out with my friends more often, mostly my female friends, because a girl has to have time to talk to fellow girls, and I haven't been getting that time lately, and though I've made efforts to talk to people at work and in my classes, it's really not the same as actual friendships where I can talk about whatever and not feel totally stupid. So, I miss hanging out with people. My classes are going really well, though. I'm almost done with my head sculpture. Which is good, because it's due on Tuesday. So I brought him home to work on him some more, but that will require buying a couple of tools, which I want anyway, so I guess that's fine, but it's money I will have to spend that I was hoping to not have to spend, because we're trying really hard to keep a little bit of savings on hand constantly. We're doing really well, overall, compared to most of the other newly-married people I know, I guess, but I still worry about money a lot and feel like I should worry about it more and not as much at the same time. I am currently craving cinnamon rolls which means I will probably buy some at the store tonight when we go grocery shopping, and will probably eat more cookie dough for breakfast, neither of which are conducive to our plan lately to try to eat healthy (and exercise, we were both too tired this morning to get up early enough for our walk, so I've insisted that we go on a walk after I get home from work instead). I have definitely not gotten enough sleep or exercise lately. I am missing eating spinach because of the whole E. coli thing, I have read about six articles about it at work and it is making me crave spinach, partially because I made really good tortilla tuna spinach rolls last week and I want to repeat it. Hopefully my Totoro miny bento box inner container things will arrive soon, they were shipped a couple days ago, and I am excited about them. I still need to deposit my paycheck, I think I will do that Saturday. General Conference is this weekend, which will be good, but I'm so generally sleep deprived that I'm afraid I will fall asleep during it, or not pay much attention. Now I'm thinking about when I slept over at Jill's for General Conference, and had the worst cramps of my whole entire life, and she gave me some good drugs which made me stop crying in major pain, but I was so completely out of it the next morning that I got nothing out of Conference. And that's making me think about my total lack of a social life lately. It's sad, because there's lots of people that I could hang out with if I only had the time. But I'm really enjoying my sculpture class, and it's totally worth it to me to be taking it, because it's getting my hopes all up again about my creative endeavours and their worthwhileness. The head is turning out really cool. We have named him Fred "the hat man" Bajanwa. He has ears now, and the top of his head is made, it just needs to be attached. Then all that will be left will be making him a stand to sit on (can a head really sit on anything?) and I will have a very cool hat rack. It will be able to hold five hats. I will probably put my coolest favoritest wear-the-most-often hats on him. I may have to cycle through my hats though. I have too many of them. I've been thinking lately that I have too many of a lot of things and I need to cull my possessions/collections, throw out a lot of crap, finally get around to making cool stuff out of the crap I keep, etc, etc. I need a drill, I think, then I could drill holes in all of my massive penny collection and rivet them onto crap, and make stuff out of them, because really it's pointless to have $20 worth of pennies just sitting in a container that I never do anything with. I think that's about all the time I have left for the free write, and really, it's not that much different from my normal blog entries lately. I wish I had time for a really long one where I could talk about all sorts of crap, because that's why my blog entries have been long lately, is because I want to talk to people about all sorts of crap, because I miss that communication, but maybe I'm just making reasons up, because I tend to do that when I'm depressed, or in pre-depression states, and I am pretty sure I'm in a pre-major-depressive-episode state right now, and I've been doing a good job of holding it off, but if I start listing all the reasons I can think of as to why I feel crappy so often then it will probably set it off, and I know ultimately the real reason why I've been feeling so crappy so often lately is because my body and brain are tryin to be all depressed again, my hormones and brain chemicals are all out of whack, and sure, my environment contributes to it, but ultimately I'd like to treat it as an illness and not something that is somehow my fault for not getting out and socializing enough, or not eating perfectly, or not always getting enough sleep, or whatever, which is what I like to call "making reasons up" no matter how true they may seem to me at the time they're not really the ultimate reason why I'm feeling bad. Anyways, I'm actually not feeling to bad right now, mainly because of Freddie, and how nicely he's doing, and how excited I am to finish him and show him off to people (you have to be egotistical about your work if you are an artist). I really have to go now or I will be late to work though, so I will have to cross-post this in Xanga and Blogger later because I really just don't have time right now. Apologies to all the people who read Xanga and Blogger, because you will get this lovely post quite delayed.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

It's too early...

Well, I was entirely planning on going back to bed for an hour after sending Veng off to work this morning (got up to make him a lunch at the crazy hour of 5:30, I will never know how he manages to get up that early twice a week, despite doing it myself for the purpose of lunches and goodbyes, but I almost always go back to bed afterwards). But I turned on my computer and then, you know how it goes, got all caught up in reading peoples' blogs, and my webcomics, and explored a couple new peoples' blogs, and so on and so forth and now I have no time for additional sleep if I wish to not be late to work later (and of course, I wish to not be late to work later, because if I am late to work I must stay late at work to make up for it, and I'd rather come home on time and eat food and take a nap before class). In all likelihood, I will be very close to falling asleep while driving home from class tonight and it will require several ginger candies, some loud music, and some cold, cold air to keep me awake. (I'm getting annoyed by my own paranthetical tangents at this point, but felt like continuing with them for at least one more.)

My hands smell like oranges, indubitably due to the fact that I peeled one earlier. I noticed last week, after peeling and slicing some carrots for dinner one day, that they left an orange residue all over my hands that was worse than cheetos (the orange on my hands from cheetos is always limited to two or three fingers because I'm very careful about eating them, and it always gets licked off afterwards). Luckily, I had some wipes in the car (I didn't notice my hands were orange-colored until well on my way towards class) and so was able to clean up and avoid unusual looks during sculpture.

The head I'm sculpting in that class is turning out really well. I have a couple ideas I'm going to try to implement tonight along with attaching the last major peice of sheet metal. Originally, my idea was to make a head out of the sheet metal that I could later put on a pole/stand/thing and turn into a hat/coat rack by adding some arms (and how cool would it be to have a hat/coat rack that had a head on it onto which you could place your hat?). But the head that I am making will be much too large for any of my hats to fit on it (we had to make our projects as big as possible with the sheet metal provided). So I think I am going to add a couple of posts (of rolled sheet metal) sticking out of the bridge of the head (I don't know what it's actually called, but the area that goes over the top of your head from one ear to the other). The idea is that they will look slightly like very stylized hair (the whole thing is already very stylized). And then they will have small rounded discs on top of them. And onto each of those, I will be able to place a hat. And then I can make a stand for the whole thing (sometime in the future) with many arms (with hands in different poses) and it will be the bestest hat/coat rack ever (and a pretty cool sculpture to boot). I still want to make a Spock coat-rack someday, but I will have to improve my layout and design skills first. With the current project, I roughly sketched out approximately how I wanted to cut the metal with a sharpie, and then started cutting, adjusting as I went, and it's turned out pretty well, but to make it look like a specific person I would have to do a lot more geometrical planning before-hand. That reminds me, I need to remember to put ears on the current project head before I finish the bridge and close it up.

Drawing class was not too bad last night. We're working on perspective, which I already know pretty well and so it's pretty easy. Unfortunately, my constant plague of my vertical lines slowly starting to slant more and more caught me again yesterday, and I had to erase about half of my drawing and am still trying to fix it so that my verticals will all be vertical instead of slight diagonals.

It's almost time for me to register for classes for next semester. I wish I knew what we'll be doing next semester already. I'd like to finish out this year of pre-art classes and do the whole portfolio-submission thing to see if I could get into the program, but we have no idea where we'll be next year or what we'll be doing, which is fine, it just makes my continued schooling more complicated. The need to drop out for awhile is always just over the edge, always a possibility, which is also fine, I already have a degree and am pursuing this one because I want to, and because I enjoy it, but I don't need it. Sometimes though I just want to fast-forward a couple of years and see where we'll be and what we'll be up to and what our lives will consist of.

Sometime next week, our car will pass the 2,000 mile mark. It amazes me that I've managed to put so many miles on it in such a short time (though it's not really surprising, since I am driving to Salt Lake and back approximately five times a week). It seems rather momentous.

Winter is well on its way, and its becoming increasingly obvious as my skin becomes more and more dried-out. I need to invest in some moisturizing body-wash again so that I don't end up itchy and cracky and flakey all winter. You'd think I could just get into the habit of using lotion regularly, but it's really so much easier to just take care of all my daily moisturizing in the shower.

We've started getting up early in the mornings (on the days when Veng doesn't leave insanely early for work) for the purpose of exercising together by taking a nice walk around Wymount/the temple/wherever else we feel like going. It feels good to get a little bit of exercise again, and it's lovely having some time where neither of us has anything else to do other than talk to each other. I think it'll be a good habit, if we can keep it up. We will probably have to find some other morning exercise thing to do once it starts snowing, though.

I have also started preparing bento lunches on occasion (don't know if I've mentioned that yet). The ones I've made so far have turned out really well. I took pictures to post up later. It's not to an every-day thing yet, there are still plenty of days where I just stuff some left-overs in a tupperware, or let Veng fend for himself for lunch, but it's another habit I'm trying to get into, and I think it will help us eat healthier, which will lead to feeling better.

I have been feeling mostly better the past couple days. I think the cold is completely gone now, and I'm just back to normal allergies. It hasn't been too bad at home, but there's always a good amount of particulates in the air in the art building at the U due to a variety of things, which are a 'trigger' for my allergies (though there's nothing in the air there that I'm actually allergic to generally, unless there's a lot more dust mites there than I suspect there are). Work, though, has been the worst so far. I don't know if there's a lot of dust there or what, but I'm much more likely to sneeze there than I am at home. I think it's because they're doing some work on fixing up the building.

I've seen almost all of my friends who are also employed there during my working hours now. I see Decemberist almost every day as he leaves to go home at about the same time that I am in the break room for lunch. I've randomly seen YeldarbNaed a couple of times now, and I finally saw milk11 the other day when she was talking with some lady in the hallway which is open to the room that I work in. The room I'm in (which is a different room from the one they're all in) is currently kind of boring. I need to bring in some things to liven up my desk so that it's more interesting.

Time to go get ready!

Sunday, September 24, 2006

We are still sick

We are still sick, but we have been productive anyway! This morning was no good, but since then things have improved (and we did a lot yesterday). Vengance has been an absolute sweetheart. Thank you very much for all you've done all weekend, love.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Rainy days are here again

And I really wish I could enjoy it on the couch, with a mug of hot cocoa (and marshmallows!) and some of my childrens' books. But there is work, and then there is homework, and then there is class, and then it's bedtime. And I don't get to see Veng again today until bedtime, which is sad. I want to go back to sleep. I really like being employed and taking classes, don't get me wrong. Darn cold needs to go away. Go away, go away, go away, Mr. Cold. Does anybody know an anti-cold dance?

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Arrrr.

Me class was cancelled, due to me teacher takin' ill (perhaps he has what I have), and thar was no n'sway of findin' out about it until I had reached me port of the Salty Lake, so I dropped off me homework, turned th' boat around, and floated on back home. I ought to be doin' me laundry, but I'm completely tuckered out and will probably be nappin' near Davy Jones for a while tonight.

Accordin' to me LiveJournal account, this'll be posted to my Captain's log. They've changed their logo fer the day, too. Ships ahoy, thar be a boat. I'm waitin' fer the day when Google joins th' fun.

And that's about all I can take of talking like a pirate with this blasted cold.

Monday, September 18, 2006

Sick...yay

It was Mike's birthday yesterday. Happy 22nd birthday, love! If anybody feels like showering him with presents, or parties, or food, I'm sure he'd love it. ;)

Unfortunately, we have been sick all weekend with bad colds. So we didn't really do much to celebrate. I am staying home from work today to try and get some extra sleep so that I can feel decent tomorrow for work and class. I'm not sure yet if I'm going to class tonight or not. Making it all worse is that I'm also moon-sick right now too. So, it's overall pretty miserable.

Drawing class is going alright. I'm supposed to do a self-portrait for my homework. I've decided I don't want to go into drawing and painting for my major (if I make it into the program) because I don't really enjoy drawing very much (though I love painting). I'm getting a lot better at drawing though. I drew my little brother's shoe yesterday so my mom can make an applique of it for his graduation quilt (she makes everybody a quilt for graduating from high school). He did track and cross-country all through high school, and is now in a jogging class, and the Running Club at the Y, so thus the shoe on the quilt. My drawing of it turned out quite spiffy, if I do say so myself.

Speaking of spiffy, we're working with sheet metal in sculpture now, and I am absolutely loving it. The first part of our project was to do sixteen 4"x4" squares, each with a different sort of 'texture' (I use the phrase texture loosely here, since some of the examples he showed us and some of the squares I made were not so much differently textured as they were folded up a certain way, which I guess in a broad perspective can be a texture...it all depends on your definition, I suppose). I had lots of fun making mine. I will have to take a photo of them and put it up on here so everybody can admire my creative textures. I got to fold metal with pliers, fold metal with a huge metal-folding machine, hammer metal on an anvil, hammer metal on carpet over wire, sew wire through metal (quite hard), weave a metal basket, cut metal with metal scissors, cut metal with a giant clipper, cut metal with a huge metal guillotine-ish thing, punch holes in metal with a metal hole-puncher, rivet metal with a metal riveter, spot-weld metal together, make divets in the metal with the hole-puncher, sand the metal with an electric sander, sand the metal with normal sandpaper, scratch the metal with a nail, and probably some other things too. All of this is stuff that I love doing, I am finding out. The hole-puncher and riveter were especially fun. I was surprised by how different metal rivets are from rivets for fabric. Sanding the metal gives it a really cool shiny-yet-matte finish that looks awesome in the light. The next part of the project is to make three maquettes (small mock-ups) out of paper of what we want to do our final sheet-metal project of. And then we get to do the sheet-metal version of one of them, except make it approximately four times larger than our maquettes. I'm excited. I think I'm going to do a head. But I'm starting to think now that maybe it would be fun to make a Totoro, but it'd probably be easier to make a head.

I'm just in love with all things Totoro right now. They're so freaking adorable. Super-cute bento boxes. Awwwwww-inspiring phone straps. Hoodies that make me want to burst into giggles. Aprons that I'm sorely tempted to make myself. So much merchandise that I want! I'm being good and not spending my money on them right now though. But I want them soooooo much, it's ridiculous. So cute. So very, very cute. I think next time someone asks me what my favorite movie is, I will say "My Neighbor Totoro" (though it probably won't be my favorite movie for forever, it's definitely my favorite movie of the moment). So cute. Maybe I will watch it again today after sleeping some more and working on my homework. I'm so happy we own it. Our US-released Miyazaki/Ghibli collection is almost complete now. We are still lacking Pom Poko, The Cat Returns, and Porco Rosso (but we've seen Porco Rosso, so we'll probably end up getting it last out of all of them). And they still haven't released a couple that I really really want. Such good movies. I'm very excited to show them to our future children. It will be interesting to see which ones they like the best, as compared to which ones I like the best.

Anyways, I should eat some food and take some medicine and work on homework and then take a nap and then finish homework and then do laundry and then eat again then sleep again and whatever else I have time for. So, adios.

P.S. I started playing Mario 64 on Saturday and it is way more fun than I ever thought it would be. Good game. I recommend it. And I finally got to the point of seeing the credits in Band Brothers, and am now to the Hard level of using the shoulder buttons all the time, which is causing me to progress very, very slowly.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Strange imaginings

It's been a weird couple of days. Not because anything weird has been happening in my life, really, it's more what's been happening while I've been asleep. Three nights ago, I had a bizarre dream. It was kind of like Jumanji. A group of close friends (strangely, nobody that I actually know in real life) and I went for a sleepover at this large eccentric house. And the house had weird things built into it to happen if you did certain stuff, which we managed to do. So, we basically pulled the trigger, and then all these 'trials' started appearing. The first, if I remember right, was a large group of rainbow-pastel-colored soot gremlins (like the ones in My Neighbor Totoro and Spirited Away), where if you smashed them, all the little pieces that fell down turned into more and more of them, and they threatened to smother us. So we ran away, and escaped them pretty easily, but parts of the house were off-limits now because that's where they were. Then, there was a group of wild dogs that wanted to eat us. I think we lost a member to them. The rest of us locked ourselves into this large room. We discussed things, and decided that the small long-haired bouncy lap-dog that somebody had brought with them had a good chance of fighting the wild dogs (those little things can be ferocious when it comes to defending their territory). So we opened the door, and pushed the little dog out, and it ran away yipping, and we waited a few minutes, and then we went outside (logically, in the dream, the dogs and soot gremlins would remain confined to the house because that's where they had appeared).

Then the next thing showed up. It was a very large swarm of bees. One of the girls that was with us was allergic to bees, and the rest of us didn't really want to get stung, so we hid from them in the pool (because, in the dream, bees didn't like pool water). Unfortunately, it was a small pool, a very, very small pool, and with all of us in there, the water level was not quite high enough to cover us completely. So one of the girls ran out and grabbed one of those lawn sprinklers that attaches to a hose and has a line of holes in it that generally waves back and forth, but you can set some of them to stay at one angle, and she set it so it was going over the pool to help keep the bees away. So we hid in there, managing to hold our breath for ridiculously long amounts of time. The bees finally started dispersing, and that's when the aliens showed up.

The aliens looked like humans, but we knew they were aliens. The first one we saw, moved the sprinkler, exposing random bits of us not covered by the water to the bees. We thought this was cruel, since there was still the girl that was allergic to the bees. But the aliens didn't seem any worse than particularly vicious people, so we figured they wouldn't be any harder to deal with than the rest of the stuff that had happened. Until they let loose the killer monkeys. The monkeys were varying sizes, some medium-sized, and some very small. I don't recall that they had tails, so they were probably technically some other sort of primate, but hey, it was my dream, and in the dream they were labelled as monkeys. They were all varying shades of gray and black and white, and they all had very very long claws on each of their fingers (like Totoro). Unlike Totoro, however, these monkeys' greatest desire seemed to be to hop on your shoulder, and poke you slightly in the neck with one of their claws, which would then cause you to die mostly instantly. A couple monkeys took down a couple of my comrades, and a swarm of tiny monkeys took down another. The rest of the group of us started scattering trying to get away from the monkeys, and the aliens started hunting them down. I ran into the house, into a room with some of the remaining of the original group, and we started having a meeting. Then, half of my 'friends' revealed themselves as actually being aliens who had made themselves look just like us so they could blend into human society until they had replaced enough people that they could take over. So then they really started killing everybody (very bloodless, everybody just instantly keeled over when they died).

One of the aliens, however, had been masquerading as one of my friends the entire time, and had heard my tale of tragic woe about an old jerk of a boyfriend that I'd had (Vengance didn't exist in this dream), and it reminded her of a bad relationship she'd been in, and so she took pity on me and decided to help me escape the other aliens. So she handed me this pouch and helped me get out of the room. I ran down the halls and opened the pouch at the same time, and inside I saw a series of small rolled-up paper notes. I pulled out the first one, and it told me to grab a couple of bags of ice from the freezer, so I ran through the kitchen and grabbed all the ice. The second note told me about a specific barrel that I could hide in, so I found the barrel, and climbed in, and put the ice around me, and covered myself up with pillows so the aliens that were in hot pursuit couldn't see me through the top of the barrel. The ice served the purpose of hiding me from the aliens' heat-seeking goggles or whatever that they had.

I was just starting to read the third note while in the barrel, thinking about how writing me a series of little detailed rolled-up notes was possibly the stupidest way of helping me escape that I could think of, and about how long it was taking to unroll and read each note, when the alarm went off, and I woke up.

I only stayed awake long enough to wish Veng goodbye as he was off to work, and then I went back to sleep for awhile (he leaves really, really early on Tuesdays and Thursdays). Once asleep, I had another dream. In this dream I was a student at a magical university. Except there was only one teacher, and about six other students when I got there. The professor led all of us students to the mall, where we were going to pick up the other half of the student body, which consisted of aliens (their drop-off point from their ship was the mall, apparently). So, we got there, and started approaching the drop-off/pick-up point, when one of the human students pointed out that, along with the normal nice aliens, there were two aliens of the vicious killing variety standing there in the group that was waiting for us. Several of us then chided the professor on not having more security in a situation like this. And then the vicious killer aliens got hungry all of a sudden or something, and used their ridiculously powerful legs to jump up really high, and then used their long claws to kill their fellow alien-students when they came back down. One of the killer aliens was extremely tall and skinny, and the other was normal-sized. The normal-sized one was the meaner of the two. All of the aliens looked like normal humans (except for the claws on the two killer aliens, and the fact that one of them was ridiculously tall). The killer aliens also started killing random mall-folk. So the professor and the human students all made a break for the elevator, thinking that if the killer aliens followed us, the thick metal elevator doors would stop them before they could kill us. The elevator had one central room with large wide sliding doors, and most of the human students ran for that. But the elevator also had at least two small side-rooms attached to the central room, and the side rooms had their own small skinny doors. The professor and I and one of the other students ran into one of these, and hit the door closed button (because with three people, the small elevator room was very full), and hoped that the other students had managed to get the main elevator doors closed before the killer aliens caught up to them.

The next scene in the dream, we were all back in the dormitory/school. The professor was chiding the killer aliens, and telling them how they couldn't just go around killing people randomly here on Earth, and so on and so forth. As he was talking, he led us through the twisty hallway of the dingy dormitory, and dropped each of the human students off at their rooms (all the human students had made it, and the two killer aliens were there, but none of the other aliens had survived, which was just as well, because there weren't enough rooms for them). He dropped the killer aliens off at their rooms, too. He led me to my room last (it was at the end of the hall). It was incredibly small, with just enough room inside for a cot and a foot or two of space between the door and the cot (just enough space for the door to open into the room). It was also incredibly dingy and dirty. Once inside, I pushed the cot against the door, hoping it would help keep the killer aliens out if they decided to go on a rampage during the night, and set about trying to figure out how the locks on my door worked. Someone pushed against the door, which slid the cot back a few inches across the floor, and I was relieved to see a human hand poke through the crack. It was the professor, and he showed me how the main door lock was supposed to work. He was as surprised and frustrated as I was that it wouldn't catch properly because the door didn't hang straight. While he was trying to fiddle with it (he had been going around showing each of the human students how to lock their doors so we could be safe during the night while he was asleep), I noticed that there was a key-hole in the doorframe that was normally covered up by the closed door. I happened to have a key that was supposed to go to one of the locks in the door (but that lock, too, had been broken when I tried it). So I took the key, and put it in the keyhole in the doorframe, and turned it, and a tiny door opened up, showing a long dark flight of stairs. This surprised both the professor and I, and I asked him if I could hide down there for the night since my door lock didn't work. He agreed that it was probably the safest place for me. So, I went through the door (which magically was big enough for me to fit through just long enough for me to fit through it, after which it was once again the width of the door frame) and started down the stairs. And then I woke up again.

So, two exceedingly odd dreams. One of the oddest things about them to me, though, was how extremely dispassionate they both were. Nobody's death really mattered in either of them. The goal was to stay alive myself, and as long as I was accomplishing that, nothing else really mattered. It was if I knew, throughout both dreams, that none of it was real at all, and so it didn't matter if these dream-people died, because they didn't really exist.

The night after that I was apparently stressed about making sure Veng got up on time for class, and so woke up at 2 in the morning, convinced that it was 7:30 and we had slept through the alarm and he needed to wake up. It was too dark for me to see my watch, so I woke him up and asked him what time it was, and was rather surprised to be told it was 2 AM. So we both went back to sleep. I managed to wake up approximately once every hour for the rest of the night, though I didn't wake Veng up again, but rather dug my clock out from under the pile of clothes on my side of the bed to look at the time.

Last night, I determined that I was going to wake up a little earlier than Veng this morning so that I could make him a decent lunch before he went to work. So I snagged his alarm, and reset it for half-an-hour earlier than it was set for, and put it on my side of the bed, so that when it went off, I could reset it back to its later time so he wouldn't have to get up early. Then, starting at one in the morning, I managed to wake up every hour, convinced it was time to get up, until I looked at the clock and verified that there were still several hours to go. Finally, after one of my clock checkings, Veng woke up a bit and asked me what time it was. I told him, and he shot out of bed because he was supposed to be at work in 20 minutes. The alarm had been set an hour too late when I had grabbed it, and I had assumed that it was set for the right time and he had to be to work after that time, and I managed to be thoroughly wrong on both counts. So I didn't get to make him the lunch I had planned out after all, and I decided I wasn't going to be able to fall back asleep, so here I am, posting on my blog before 7 in the morning.

With all this weird stuff going on at night, it's really no surprise to me that I have been so tired lately when awake. I also attribute my tiredness to the cold/allergies I seem to be suffering from, and the stress I've been under with work and classes and being way behind on house-work and not having enough food to eat, and having extremely poor posture during my long classes each night (they have stools to sit on, which means I'm hunching over all during class while working on my projects). The bad posture and the stress make my shoulders hurt, which makes it hard for me to find a comfortable position to sleep in, which contributes even more to not sleeping well, which makes me more tired the next day. It's a vicious little circle. I'm glad tomorrow's Friday. The weekend will be very busy catching up on housework, and I'm going to try implementing a plan to cook meals for the whole week ahead of time so that we have non-instant-frozen-food to eat again, but hopefully getting all of that done will relieve some of my stress for next week. With all of the stress, and the poor sleep, and the not having sufficient time for cooking and cleaning, it's been hard to keep myself from getting pretty depressed. Which has been making me even more stressed, because I certainly don't want to fall into a constant depression again. I need to get a good schedule worked out for getting everything done, and then it should all work out pretty much perfectly.

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