>:C

Not a successful evening all around. Grar!

This is totally the best graphical representation of something I have said all along EVAR.

Wheeee! That was /fun/. And well done. It definitely hit some character kinks I have that I didn't /know/ I had, so it was like....woah. I'm not to like--capslocked level, but I feel tremendously full of creative energy now (which I will likely squander) which is the sign of a compelling movie, whether on the whole good or bad.

( The spoilerish bits.  )

I am seriously going to stab a pencil up my nose to the brain. /Seriously/. I can't think what else to do other than continuing to sleep it off. But for the past week, like--I've failed utterly at language, and it is DRIVING ME BATSHIT. I'm used to the stealth exhaustion thing where I start switching out words that make no sense (blame/play, lifting/living, about/able are some recent ones) but the thing where I lose the ability to process context--I don't know what to do about it! Especially since it's a text-based thing, and so much of my interaction is on IM. But I'm to the point where someone says 'How was it?" and I see the /words/, but I can't imagine what it refers to, and so I'm as likely to ask back about "Who was who?" until I realize /no/, not who, how, and 'it's antecedant is perfectly obvious to anyone but me.

I don't know. I can't imagine people want to actually carry on conversations with me anymore. And I don't know--just sleep more? Fuck.

Geekiness is:
Seeing someone disconnect from the game three or four times when you /swear/ they hadn't connected once, and realizing that today, obviously, they are exothermic.

(The origin of this lies in my grad school days--officemate 1 who sat by the door noticed the same sort of pattern that I did, and started keeping a tally of officemate 2's entrances and exits. When the entrances far out-numbered the exits, he dubbed him endothermic man)

Story rejections suck. >:C

Grumpy day today in general. Grar. Dunno why.

So. I'm going on this choir trip with teh parentals this summer, right? And I was told that the director, on hearing that I was also a singer was like 'Hey! Cool. She can join in.'

Cut to today's email from Mum. Apparently, they're short, so not only am I allowed to sing, I am /begged/ to sing and second soprano too (a little longer to learn, sigh...). That also means I have to come to one of their intensive practice sessions. Two choices: one that's on the same day as my local choir's performance (so...no.) and one that's three days before we leave for England, so I get to driiiiiive down to parentalville, practice, driiiiiive back, work for three days, and then driiiiiive down to get on the plane. I'm going to be taking some of this as unpaid rather than vacation days as it is, so I can't just go home and stay. I am thus full of /sigh/ on this topic.

The email also came full of random copy/pasted info. Going here and here, guided tour of here, bring a robe in case the bathroom's down the hall at one place we're sleeping, and this:

There is to be no singing on the bus.

Hehehe. Yessir.

Just finished watching Premonition (with Sandra Bullock. The husband is dead/not-dead/dead)

( Musings on contracts with the reader/viewer. Spoileriffic )

I feel full of thwarted writing. I have a story idea (or two!) a huge long entry about the traveling I did around the conference, and an RP thingy to write up, and yet....I accomplish nothing this evening. My brain is alert enough to have, like--proto-ideas, and then I lose them on the way to words.


Stooooopid lack of sleep. Grar!

So.

HI NOT DEAD WAS IN CANADA


(Apparently, the thing where I assumed that people had gotten enough of the lead-up to conferencing that any kind of 'BYE GONE TO CANADA' post would be superfluous and self-important was...incorrect. Uh. Apologies?)

My computer monitor has gained a plastic dinosaur! My day continues to not be that bad! w00t.

I need to upgrade to a newer brain model. This one keeps thinking the same thoughts over and over. I think it's a bug.


Now with bonus quote:
[**] Zenith: I am falling alsee......
[**] Lark: Noes!
[**] Lark: You must work hard at your responsible job type-ness
[**] Lark: Responsible job type person

Right. Today we have a Plan.

Eat.
Shower.
Dress.
Clean bathroom (added at last minute)
Put in laundry.
Take out trash/recycling.
Write.
Move laundry.
Write.
Eat lunch.
Nap.
Move laundry.
Write.
Fold laundry.
Give up on writing and do some whoring.

(Note to self: emoing nowhere on the list, right? Right.)

Zoo pictures!

( Aminals )

This entry has pictures, but they are not the zoo ones. These are left over from work.

( Good taste at its best )

Boring and middling!


My Personality

Neuroticism	39
Extraversion	29
Openness to Experience	58
Agreeableness	50
Conscientiousness	64

You do not experience strong, irresistible cravings and consequently do not find yourself tempted to overindulge, however high levels of stress can lead to you feeling panic or confusion, but usually you cope with day to day pressures. You get overwhelmed by too much noise and commotion and do not like thrill-seeking activities. You prefer familiar routines and for things to stay the same. You can tend to feel uncomfortable with change. You dislike confrontations and are perfectly willing to compromise or to deny your own needs in order to get along with others, however you are not affected strongly by human suffering, priding yourself on making objective judgments based on reason. You are more concerned with truth and impartial justice than with mercy. You have strong will-power and are able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. You are able to stay on track despite distractions.

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In other news, I am go to zoo! Watch this space for truly egregious picspam later today.

I dreamed last night that my job let me go because they didn't have enough work for me. It's one of those dreams that's like "Huh. Where might that have come from, SUBCONCIOUS? Asshole."
So I woke up, went thank God it's just a dream, and dozed some more, but now I'm actually having to get ready to go to my in fact perfectly secure job and it's like--leeetle on edge here.

Tiiiiiired at work today. Choir last night went well--sight singing ftw! I'm pretty sure I didn't even embarrass myself, and my range is nowhere near as bad as I thought it would be. Actually, oddly enough, I can hit the high notes no problem, but the area around my break (right at middle C, of there abouts, wtf, most annoying thing ever) has gotten much cruddier, which is once again quite annoying.

I just want to go home, so I can chill, and do my DDR (for the first time this week...really, this time I will!) and get my whoring on. (RP, you pervs)

[**] Zenith: You remember the comic with the attack koalas?
[**] Lark: Yes!
[**] Zenith: I have book 2!
[**] Lark: OMG YES
[**] Lark: BRING IT TO ME NOW