Tea: 2
Music: Moody Blues Time Traveller, disk 1
Hours of Sleep: 12 (yay!)


After being almost chronically sleep-deprived this entire week, I finally hit Friday and was somewhat suprised to find myself still standing. This was the first week of classes and the deadline for many of my hall programs. The real kicker, however, was the Monty Python-esque plot bunnie who showed up next to my computer on Monday. I thought he was going to go for my jugular, but it turns out he just wanted me to write a Monk fanfic. So, I've been working on that after-hours, until, like, two in the morning. Then I get up at six-thirty and start all over again.

But if you're interested in reading what I've come up with, you can find chapter 1 at ff.net. The story is called Mr. Monk and the Head Injury (not too creative, I know - I have a terrible time with titles!). The basic idea is that Monk is hit by a car, wakes up, and starts acting a little strange. A little strange as in totally normal. OCD? What OCD? He also seems to have one other small problem - he thinks he's married to Sharona.

Sounds hokey? Oh, it totally is. But it's just so much fun to write! Like the show, it's not the plot that matters so much, but how the characters deal with plot developments and each other. And believe it or not, it's actually easier to write OCD Monk than completely stable Monk. I thought that maybe I could look at some of Tony Shalhoub's other roles to figure out how to write this new Monk - but he plays such completely bizarre characters!

Speaking of which, I caught 'The Imposters' on Bravo the other day - I've seen it five times and it still cracks me up. Fantastic movie - if you haven't seen it, you should!

I guess that's all that interesting for now. I'm off to see if I've gotten any reviews yet.

I am so pathetic.

Toodles from the teapot.

Coffee: 0
Tea: 5 cups, total.
Music: Speakers are dead.
Books: are boring


Worked a long time today, and then just lazed about feeling generally sorry for myself. Classes start on Monday again, I have tours to give tomorrow, and according to Miki, am supposed to be at my peak social interaction level (read: sexual) right now. We both then bemoaned the fact that we are currently quite pathetic singletons.

You see, she's been on this horrible depressing kick lately of quoting stats at me everytime we speak. It's been this way for two weeks, ever since her (now ex-) boyfriend accidentally got her and Nicole arrested one night. It was a rather amusing story, but things got ugly at the time, so now Miki and Joe are not speaking. Or something. So she's started watching trashy talk shows and reading bad magazine articles, and has decided we both need a "personality makeover".

I think the stress of the upcoming semester has completely unhinged her. Either that, or she's still holding a grudge against me for something. Oh, well.

So I gave in and made my semester resolution, "Aquire steady, mentally-stable boyfriend, and/or do not make fun of the guys I date until after we've broken up.", just to make her happy. It was going to be, "Study hard and ace all classes, taking care not to have a mental break-down until Christmas vacation." I suppose I can have two.

Bleh. All this talk of school and dating giving me a headache. Think I'll go write for a bit.

Toodles from the teapot.

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Coffee: 1 Starbucks Iced Mocha (actually too hot for real coffee)
Music: Classic Rock (radio station)
Current Temp: The petunias are wilting.
Books: Emma by Jane Austen, The Vandemark Mummy by Cynthia Vogt
Days of Freedom Left: 2 (wah!)


Don't you hate it when bloggers seem to think you care, for example, what color their toenails are, or what they're reading? I know I do!

Just kidding - I rather like it, which is why I do it myself. It makes for a more interesting read than the pseudo-intellectual ones who go on and on about politics or Jesus, making no sense whatsoever and deciding on nothing. I have one word for those people: THESIS!! It's a middle school concept, people, and if you haven't mastered it, you don't deserve to have your thoughts read!

That is all.

What? you say? What prompted this highly-irrational rant? Well, let's just say that I'm sick and tired of people calling my entries - and the blog entries of similar blogs - charming, amusing, but lacking in meaningful substance. I'm not trying to win a Pulitzer, here. I'm trying to write things down so I don't forget.

It's worked so far. I've written more faithfully in this than I ever have in a diary. Really, I just need to start printing off entries at the end of every month, for posterity.

Anyhew. Rant over.

Am actually at work writing this particular entry - something which I would normally never do, because I have a kind of rudimentary work-ethic. However, we are experiencing technical difficulties here at work. And since I have to be here, I'm better of typing something and making customers think we work hard than just trying to get pencils to stick in the ceiling.

Besides. I just looked at the ceiling. It appears to be plastered sheetrock - the pencils would never stick.

After I serve my time at work, two of my friends and I are going to do the whole "Girly Night Out" thing. The mall, the pub, and then the movies. Although considering one of my friend's tendency to get totally plastered, maybe we should go to the pub last. Honestly - who gets wasted off of two Long Island Ice Teas? Her, that's who (names are being withheld to protect privacy and egos).

I still have to sign up for my last three classes for next semester, as the last time I tried, they were full. But they were lecture classes - it shouldn't be too hard to convince the Prof to let me in. It's not like one more is going to make a difference.

Final last development: finally got around to subscribing to Archaeology magazine. Yay! Now will not have to gaze wistfully at the newstand as I pass! Also, cheap introductory price! Yay again!

Right, I suppose I hsould go and, I dunno, alphabatize something. Or dust. Bleh.

Toodles from the teapot.