:: The Optic Monologues ::

:: Wednesday, February 06, 2002 ::

I slept for 16 hours.
Last night I felt like shit. My sleep schedule is so fucked up. I'll stay up 'till about 6-7 a.m. *if I sleep at all*, get up and go to class, sleep a little between classes, take a nap in the evening, then I'm awake. Rinse, lather, repeat. When I eat, I either binge on junkfood or don't eat at all. Add that to my constant mental nagging and a little cold, and it all caught up with me last night. I seriously though i was going to pass out and die in the next 24 hours. I laid down for a second at midnight while watching Half-Baked, and woke up at different intervals this morning. I don't think I could have gotten to class if I had wanted to.... I NEEDED that sleep. about 4:00 this afternoon, I realized that I felt TONS better. I still feel TONS better.
I need to take out the trash.
I want an apartment. Big time. Like, really bad. Just because I think it would be fun to decorate. Does ANYONE want to share one with me?

Ok. Here's the scoop. The new addy for this blog will be at http://www.frowl.org/janelane once....... um, I can get it switched. It won't do it. And I'm going to cry. But maybe tomorrow evening renata or *nina* can help me. *sets FTP settings on fire*
:: Delanor Benson 10:21 PM [+] ::

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:: Tuesday, February 05, 2002 ::

See which Requiem for a Dream Character you are.

:: Delanor Benson 10:53 PM [+] ::

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:: Monday, February 04, 2002 ::

PSA
The url for The Optic Monologues will be changing soon. For all of you Charleston and Mt.Carmel-ites, my dear amigo Renata got a bunch of people together to share a domain. Frowl.org. Hee hee. I'll be hosting my blog there, and maybe eventually a webpage, if I ever get around to learning complicated HTML and such. This is going to be fun. Frowl.org....... for all your frowling needs!

Another PSA
The Lord of The Rings: Fellowship of the Rings wins my award for Best Movie Score Ever Written. Listen to The Breaking of the Fellowship without being moved. I dare you.
:: Delanor Benson 7:57 PM [+] ::

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So, the shrink thinks I might need "a rest". A trip to the funny farm. I saw this coming a mile away.

Still no horn. It's officially stolen, I think. I just don't care.
YAAAA! I have the hiccups! They won't leave me! *beats head*
Tonight I decided I'm going to take myself out on another date. :) I'm going to go to Steak n' Shake, eat dinner and read, then catch a movie. Ack, nothing good playing. Maybe I'll catch Orange County again. *shrug* whatever. If LoTR was playing, I'd seriously go see it again. And again. And again.
Norm is near death. It makes me so bitter........ he was a brilliant psychology and philosophy professor. Less than a year ago they found two brain tumors. After the surgery, he got weird. He said and did things he KNEW didn't make sense, and he got embarassed. He knew what was happening. Now he doesn't recognize his own wife. I honestly am glad he's near death....... he'd said before he didn't want to live like this. So I suppose I should be happier now. But Margie's really torn up....... she lost her husband in less than a year. He went from the provider to being like a child. yaaa, this is so depressing. I HATE funerals. And it doesn't make it any better that Margie and I are on horrible terms.
*thinks* I'm trying to find positive things to blog about......... OH! Sarah hinted that she was considering Eastern, and that we could get an apartment or something together. That is, we could if I wasn't disgusting. That's very, very happy news. Oh, and there's a message on the chalkboard outside my room for something called the "LSD Date Auction". Loling. I live in a complex of 3 dorms...... Lincoln, Stevenson, and Douglas. LSD. I got a letter when I moved in that was titled "Welcome to the LSD complex!". I'm taking a picture of the message and sending it in Sarah's Xmas gift, if I ever get it done.
I think most people that read my blog have already done this, but I tried colorgenics again. Dude. It's so freeking scary. just do it......... it takes, like, 1 minute tops. And it's eerie beyond all reason.
Christ on a cracker, this room is filthy. Like........... 99% of the population would not step foot in it. Things are decaying. I'm so gross. Maybe if I live with someone, I'll have incentive to not be disgusting. I hope I marry someone without a gag reflex. Any takers? Maybe I'll clean tonight after my hot date.
Listening To: Anthony Rapp singing Without You. *sigh* Then Lacrymosa from Mozart's Requiem.
Mood: half-desperate, half-apathetic
:: Delanor Benson 12:02 AM [+] ::

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:: Sunday, February 03, 2002 ::

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Moderate
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Low
-- Click Here To Take The Test --

Low Antisocial? No.
Moderate Narcissistic? No.
High Schizotypal? No.
:: Delanor Benson 3:13 AM [+] ::

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