Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I have not been paying enough attention to catch names, but the ones who did the contemporary dance tonight own me.
That's Allison and Ivan. They killed tonight. I love them because she is amazing and he has just gotten so much better.
The chick in the pink dress who they said looks like a "cabbage patch" doll - she can dance, but she just bugs me.
I can't remember her name. She's okay, but I can see how she would bug. I don't like her partner very much. I sort of hope that he gets kicked off and she gets partnered with Dimitri (even though I like Ashlee).
I don't know why, but I don't like the foxtrot couple very much. I love Donyelle(sp?) and Benji but I didn't really get why the judges thought they were the best tonight. She seemed off.
I have no idea what my preferred sleeping pattern would be anymore. I've been soldier-sleeping for too long.
But in high school my first class was 7:15 am. Junior year it was American History. How in the name of all that's holy is a teenager expected to stay awake at that hour for American History? Fortunately I didn't need to be awake to get an A in it.
Also fortunately, the teacher had known me since I was born. For both of us: One morning I was fully face-planted on my desk, snoozing away, and he picked up my whole desk, me and all, about 8 inches off the ground and dropped it.
Oh, and then at 8:15 I had Astronomy. In the planetarium. Where it was dark and the seats leaned back.
so today the coffee shop crew ( 12 of us) got up very early and took the train to sacramento to play today. It was fun, it was mellow and it is good not to go to work sometimes. Matt was able to join us, so I thought it was extra fun. plus, he now has a cowoy hat ( a flatter brimed one) .
count me in as a diabetic - who doesn't mess with the meds, but doesn't check her blood sugar very often and yes, thinks of meds as magic pills. and I do mess with my allergy/asthma drugs. missing one doesn't seem to matter. and if the season has lots of dead stuff( summer in CA) I can miss one med two or three days in a row, as long as I take my other ones.
sleep patterns. 12 to 8 seems to work well. if I go to bed by 10 I wake up from about 3- 5, then back to sleep 'til 8 or 10 . unless I am really tired. in real life - the alarm goes off at 7, but rarley do I have to function at full capacity. I am guessing if I had total control of my sleep habits I would go to sleep bewenn 11 and 2 and get up by 8 most mornings, with occassional mornings ( once or twice a month) of not really moving out of bed until 930/10.
in other words, you can't make me hold to a pattern.
Oh, and JZ, I've bookmarked those pix!
Sleep pattern? 2am (if I'm lucky) to 7 (if I'm lucky) then again from 9ish to 11 or (if I'm lucky) noon.
Cute boys are nice to look at, but I do tend to wibble more over girls. Except when I have a girlfriend. Then I actually probably wibble more over the boys.
It's a grass-is-greener thing.
Good job!
frets
...I don't want to oversell
NUMB3RS,
because part of the reason that I'm so charmed is probably because I'd vaguely heard of it and had no especial expectations - if you watch it expecting it to be the Next Big Thing, then you may be grumpy. It's an FBI agent and his Math Professor brother! Together they fight crime! Using Maths! It's a little cheesy, and a little contrived, but I like the fact that (although I suspect that there's a lot of Maths=Magic! going on way way over my head) it's not scared of using polysyllables, and I couldn't love the Charlie-and-his-best-friend-Larry-being-geeky bits more without actually exploding of the love. And the whole Eppes family just are adorability on toast, imho - because Rob Morrow, Judd Hirsch and David Krumholtz, damn it! Being familial! And cute!
Also, there is David, a very lickable FBI agent played by Alimi Ballard (Herbal in
Dark Angel,
although I only just realised that), who is a self-proclaimed comic book geek, and hot like woah. And Charlie's romantic interest Amita is all kinds of beautiful. (She and Charlie would make the cutest little mathy babies EVAH, if Charlie were ever to sieze the day and do anything about the UST.)
although I suspect that there's a lot of Maths=Magic! going on way way over my head
From the episodes I saw, there actually wasn't too much of that. Things tended to work out a little too perfectly for modeling on so few data points, but there wasn't anything that was horribly out of place. My math quibble was that Charlie seems to be able to just pull out stuff from practically every field of math -- most mathematicians will have a basic knowledge of a few fields, but will only have that level of familiarity with the particular field they specialize in.
OMFG, what a WEIRD night. So, I'm trying to normalize my sleep patterns, per my post yesterday, right? Popped my Celexa when I woke up yesterday *2nd day back on* and putter about my day. Around midnight, I head into my AC'd bedroom with a notebook and The Odyssey, trying to start working on lesson plans. About 1:30, I popped 10 mg of Ambien, started reading another fiction book. About 15 minutes after I did, realized I was starved, as I had only had a bowl of Special K and some Ramen today. I bake one of those little Jeno's pizzas, eat it while watching a Buffy ep, and go to bed.
Nothing. I lay there for about 45 minutes, decide to take another 5 mg of Ambien. LAy there for 45 minutes. Get up determined to do something boring. Wash a few dishes, then get online and work on creating background info docs on Homer, et. al. It's about 5:30, sun is rising, and my normalizing attempt is fucked, but I go in, lay down, realize I am not tired AT ALL, rather I am REVVED, and I get up, throw on some exercise clothes and take a walk.
Mind you, I haven't taken an exercisey walk in about two years. I walk for about 30 minutes, take a shower, and HERE I FUCKING AM, NOT TIRED.
Did my pharm mix up my Ambien with frickin' COKE? (If so, I got quite a deal, but still!) WTF?! I'm trying to be all responsible here.
So now what do I do? Try to stay awake all day, go to sleep at a normal hour? (MInd you, at 2 pm, it'll be 24 hours I've been up.)
I dunno.
I'd try and stay up until a fairly reasonable hour - say six pm? That way you might be able to sleep through to a morningish time. That's assuming of course that you'll be able to sleep. If you're tried during the day and crash, you'll have undone all your good work. Of course, the brain, she sometimes does not care about such things.