elanya

Today was a day of great frustration.

I woke up around 11. I wanted to be productive, and the obvious response to this was to turn on the internet and catch up with my e-mail and webcomics and reading LJ's. After, I thought about starting to write my dissertation. I went back through the outline I had prepared to look at what sections I could start with. I realized that I wanted to go to one of the Inconvenient Satelite Libraries to check out some book. Only not checkout, because I can't, therefore the 'Incovenient' part. So I called them, to find out their hours.... Monday through Wednesday, 1 to 3. Yup, open a whole nine hours a week! I hate you NATCET library, and I haven't even met you yet :p So, since it was going on for 2 by this point (I'd organized my notes and stuff, and gotten dressed and everything, before I called), I decided that it wasn't really worth my time to go for an hour. I went to the bank, then and got out some cash to pay for laundry charges, and put in a load to wash. Then I set about working on my boot. And the thread kept breaking, much to my frustration. In fact, with not five sticthes to go to finish the damned thing, I ran out of thread, because it was breaking so much. Grr.

Fortunately, I know where to go to get more. I put my laundry in the dryer, and decided to go to said place and pick some up, and maybe buy a sleeping bag for this weekend/the rest fo the summer. unfortunately... the place was bloody closed! "Monday - Closed All Day" said their sign. 'Well, fuck,' I swore to myself. and wandered home, completely thwarted. I could have gone elsewhere to look for a sleeping bag, but didn't feel like it. Bleh. So I came home and worked on my hose a bit, and looked at some more websites with stuff that might berelevant to my dissertation, and sent an e-mail to a classmate... I also had dinner in there too, somewhere. I decided to have a short nap, too, before I went to dance class.

The next part of this is completely my fault. For one thing, I keep forgetting that my alarm clock has been running super fast lately. It's over half an hour fast, now! So when I woke up from my nap, and saw that it was 6, I thought I had to leave immediately. I need to have a whole hour before my class starts to get up to Mary's, collect her, and then make it to the gym on time. So, I actually left half an hour early... whihc is how long it takes me to get to her place. And I hadn't e-mailed or called her to see if she was going, either... she'd forgotten it was Monday, in fact, and opted out. Fair enough.... but it meant that I had a whole hour to kill and nothing to do! And I didn't actually realize it until I had already left Mary's, either, so I was stuck alone... Bleh. I walked out to the very edge of Sheffield, and then back to the class.

And then home! And onto the internet again, into the middle of an ic in progress... Not one I could jump into right away, either. Shortly afterwards, Hazel had to leave... gone for the rest of the week! My turn to be bored, I guess... especially since curtana will be away too, and ladyiolanthe has been working a lot of nights.... bleh. I'm tired now, though. maybe I'll go to bed early.

I haven't been feeling very well lately, either. I haven't been feeling *sick* either, though. Yesterday, until I took my shower, I would feel really light-headed... Not exactly dizzy, but something similar, whenever I got up to do anything. Tpday, it isn't so bad, but I think it is still there, just to an even lesser exten. Like, I can't concentrate under fluorescent lighting, for one thing. And I get tired more easily. Weird. Maybe it is the british version of allergies, which have been bugging me less here then they would at home. I don't think it is dietery... I've been trying to eat well, and I think I'm doing an okay job. Miao. Maybe it will pass.

Or "Sleep is supposed to be a Refuge" or "Bad way to start the day"

(As noted at the end, I wrote this out this morning when I got up... I kept the same mood and music, stuff though, from before.)

We'll start this out with a fun little exercise that I yoinked from Shan's page. Basically, do a websearch with your name and 'is' in quotes ("Joe is"). I used Lannie and Elanya, because I thought there would be too much 'Heather' stuff. Some of this is amusing, some is boring, meh. Some of it came from Shan's page, and I marked that, too...

Lannie is presenting preparing to began broadcasting Sporting God's Country VIA Internet and Television.

Lannie is a native of Cumberland County.

Lannie is one such relationship.

With the use of Penelope, a longhorn cow, Lannie is able to develop skills and adjust attitudes in all horses.

Lannie is a single mother of a 12 year old girl, Angela, and guardian to a "very ugly dog named Rufus.

Lannie is more than just a versatile singer.

Lannie is backed up by all-star group including pianist, Eric Gunnison of Carmen McRae fame.

Lannie is very smart but quiet

Lannie is skeptical of his motives.

Lannie is seen here freehand drawing a design using ink & brush.

Elanya is surely plotting revenge. (Shan)

Elanya is one of my students. (Shan)

Elanya is now known as Elanya|headache

Elanya is now known as Elanya|box-building

Elanya is glad she is not blonde

Now on to the bad part. This starts off okay, although I guess there was something of a feeling of anxiety throughout the dream. I'm going to cut at the end, though, because there might be some squeamish people out there. And it certainly disturbed me enough, anyway.... Here goes.

I vaguely recall this part being set in ladyiolanthe and 3headedmonkey's basement. It was after a sleepover, and longpig and I were looking up Transformers slash. Or something. We kept finding mediocre stuff which was all written by the same guy, and we were printing it out to read too, for some reason. I remember finding one story that had a blue haired character (a Zentradi? Transformers and Robotech seemed to equate in this part of the dream...) named Rhea, only I kept pronouncing it as 'Rae' or 'Rea' or whatever her Changeling Character's last name is (Caelan). Then I got this wacky idea to do a search for Khyron/Caelan. I found something, again by this German guy.

I can't remember how things went next, exactly, but I was talking to someone about the sleepover, or maybe I have been staying there for a weekend... I was actually staying with my friend Madeline, but Matthew Hickey had been there, and someone was asking me if I had been having fun or if it had been weird, or what. I told them that other people had gone to see some lame movie the day before (it was a sequel... it wasn't a real movie, but something my brain made up, and ended in '2'), but I hadn't gone, but tonight(today?) we had watched nothing but good movies, including Pitch Black, John Carpenter's vampires, and some weird Drew Barrymore horror-comedy thing, which was also a creation of my brain (I actually watched 2 /3 of those movies just the other day...). I don't remember who I was talking to, here, but the group of us (and no, I don't know who was in the group... the people in this dream were mostly indistinct and ephemeral) were going to dinner and then a theatre to see another movie tonight. I Remember eating dinner in a fancy restaurant, but only briefly... like in the dream it was supposed to have happened, so I had a memory of doing it, but it was like... description in a novel, if that makes sense. Take the line "They went out to dinner at a nice restaurant" and turn it into a dream image, and that's about as long as that scene. I was talking, eating, etc, but nothing specific. The restaurant might have been the hotel restaurant that hazel, Joel, Andrew and I ate New Year's dinner at in Halifax two years ago.

After that, we went to the movie theatre. It wasn't set up like any theatre I've actually been to. And for some reason, the management was evil. I was sitting in the front row, or maybe the second, in the 'wing' to the left, with my friends. I remember being suspicious because I knew the management (or the director?) Or this movie was evil. The last time I had been there (or seen one of their films?) I had picked up some kind of parasitic demon(actually something I had a nightmare about as a child). Maybe it was supposed to be Bane... I have had werewolf on the brain a lot lately... In the end, I decided it was okay to stay, because I was in England, and if they did attach something to me, it wouldn't be able to come home with me across the ocean.

Because the management was evil, I (? It might have been someone else, I don't remember now) decided to play some kind of trick on them. I don't remember what it was, now, except that it meant that their staff of costumed midgets (or maybe they were animated dolls, or robots, or something. But they were all short) came pouring into the theatre itself, and sitting down, and wandering, and stuff. Some people in the theatre I was in thought that since they were staff, the front rows were clearly supposed to be reserved for them. The front two rows had pink instead of blue upholstery on them, and were like the chairs that longpig has for her kitchen. I knew better, but didn't want to say anything so as not to get in trouble. (I'm not clear if I was involved in the prank or not. I thought I was, but I didn't think I'd ever left the theatre, either... but it was a dream, could have been both). Eventually, the staff things went away, or settled into the crowd, or something. My aunt Hazelanne came in at this point with her brood. And by brood, I mean, she had younger versions of some of my cousins with her, but mostly they were just random children. The only one I remember is the young version of my cousin Aaron. He was probably around ten in the movie, and he had a small brown cow-boy hat. He had given it (or gotten it from?) his girlfriend, but when she left the theatre for some reason, he gave it to some other girl in the audience, and then forgot to get it back before his gf returned, so he had to race off and retrieve it before he got in trouble.

Meanwhile, AHA had plunked herself and her brood down in the front row of the centre wing, but diagonally beside us, if that makes sense, in the 'reserved' seats. Whoever I was with told her that she couldn't sit there, it was for the staff. And she sniped back at him saying that she could, and we were just pissy because they were blocking our view, and the kids were loud, or something like that. (As I said the whole atmosphere of the dream was unpleasant...) In the end, some kind of compromise must have been reached, because she moved down to the other end of the centre row, and her brood now took over the front two rows. The front of the theatre was empty, pretty much, but there were countless rows of people at the back.

Soon enough, the movie started. There were no previews or anything, but it went right into the credits. There was no title for the film, either. The credits were made up of images... I can't think of the style, but, digital art stuff, like you can see on the re-vamp of Neil Gaiman's redesigned website or the liner notes for Surfacing, by Sarah Mchlachlan. In fact, the credits were being played to a song of hers, Shelter, that I've had going though my head lately.

Oh, I've seen a part of people that I never really want to share
Oh, I've seen a part of people that I never knew was there
Shelter...give them shelter from the coming storm
Give them shelter from the coming storm

Then the movie started. ( And I'll cut here because it gets bad )

So I went to the store todqay, and couldn't find what I was looking for. The ladies there showed me some thigs that weren't the right kind of thread... and nothing that was, of course. Bugger. I really need to get those finished!

I did get to NATCET today. What a tiny library! It is very quaint, and the people there are nice. Too bad I couldn't take out the books... there is one there, a 1972 edition of A General History of the Pyrates edited by Manuel Schonhorn that I'd really like a little time alone with. ^-^ I copied out about two pages of notes from another couple of books, and photocopies 16 pages of Schonhorn's introductory notes on the life of Daniel DeFoe and why he thinks that DeFoe is the real author, and other things besides. I also ordered a sleeping bag, which I will pick up tomorrow. It is a mummy sleeping bag... the design of it, that it, not that it has hot pictues of Oded Fehr on it. I wish! Miao... I still want a kitten :(

Also... I realized, once again, how short my dissertation will be. Only 15,000 words! And that's a maximum :o I have about 4000 written from just my presentation that I can use. I can write 7000 words in a slow week :o So maybe I can keep my original outline, which has me starting writing this week and finishing before I go on excavation on the 27th... Then I'd only need to do my site report after I came back, and I'd be free to go home! It will cost me another 15 pounds to get my ticket changed again, though, hmmm... Maybe I can spend the rest of the time (or at least, some of it) in Spain...

I no longer have a boot. I have a *pair* of boots :D I also almost have a pair of hose... I just need to hem the codpiece and the ankles. Wooh! Then all I'll *really* need if a hat, though I do want braise... (medieval underpants).

Now I'm going to play with 3headedmonkey. Whee!