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  • In The Hall of The Mountain King

    New Walgreens policy of prescription discounts = bait-and-switch = kind of a ripoff. Sushi ingredients = good price + supreme awesomeness.

    Sound hell keeps getting deeper and deeper. Soon Ian and I will be embarking on quite possibly the most complicated sound show ATU theatre has ever heard. But, our portfolios will be absolutely impressive.

    Why can't normal songs get stuck in my head? For instance, just an hour ago some song from an old easter cartoon show like "The Easter Bunny is Coming to Town" was stuck on chorus for-ev-er. *Someone's gotta be the first, Someone's gotta take a taste.*

    Turns out that quite a few things that were thought to be mental illness 100 years ago were just syphilis. Go figure. Although insanity is never really a cut-and-dry thing. They'll never find a cure for it, just crazier ways of becoming crazy.

  • Enchiladas With Japanese Girls of Yakuza Death

    Or, as Nick alternately titled it, Coffee Break of Death 7.
    I am dangerous like a plastic knife. You just had to be there.

    The word of the day Monday is "Bullocks".

    I made an interesting piece of art today for design class. I printed off a page of postage-stamp sized pictures of tiger lilies and mushroom clouds. Then I printed off a pattern for a four-sided pyramid. I laid out the pattern, glued and overlapped the pictures on it, making sure to draw the lines back where they were covered up. While I was waiting for the glue to dry, I hid a temporary tattoo of a tiger on the square bottom just for awesomeness sake. Then I cut out the pyramid pattern, put contact paper over it, folded and glued the pieces into the correct shape, then smudged mud on one corner and tried and failed to burn the other side. There's one hole but not much else because the matches kept going out too quickly. But this is my patterned opposite illustration of creation versus destruction. If I could burn the other side properly, it would make me very happy. And then I'll lightly spray paint it purple and give it a name. This piece of art sat in my lap most of the way up to Russellville. Now how's that for connecting with your art.

    My sister left her dog at my parents' house with the rest of her belongings while she lives with her new boyfriend and three sets of clothing (wtf). A month ago, when it arrived, we thought it would be dead very soon from undernourishment or some kind of disease, but it's still here. And it might be pregnant. Go figure. It got off the leash today and stood at the front door cheerfully wagging its tail for me to take it back to its area. It still runs like a puppy. I'm not quite sure what to make of this...

  • Ab-normal? [Psychology]

    Mental illness is a tricky thing. Our abnormal psych professor tried to illustrate this by dividing the class up into groups and having us go over a case sheet with each person's symptoms. We shot off automatic responses based on the information, but when we looked through the sheet again as a whole class, we all soon realized that things are not always as they seem, and a person's situation can warrant some strange behavior that's not really mental illness. And out of fifty or so supposedly intelligent college students, the vast majority of whom are planning on going into head-shrinking for themselves, only one actually got what was really going on (which that person wasn't me, although that would have been badass).

    Here is the case sheet:

    Case #1:
    Sarah's husband of 3 years passed away suddenly one week ago. Since her husband's death, Sarah has cried several hours each day. She sleeps much of the day and has lost her appetite. All activities that Sarah typically found joy in seem completely unimportant. Sarah has not yet returned to work and doesn't feel she has the mental energy to focus on her work even if she were to return right now.
    Diagnosis my group came up with: Depression
    Actual diagnosis: Good, old fashioned grief. The man's barely in the ground, how is she supposed to act? Uh... yeah.

    Case #2:
    Jim is a happily married father of three. He is employed at a busy law firm where he makes approximately $200,000 per year. He enjoys his job and is on track to make partner at the law firm in record time. Jim, has, however, always struggled with difficulty focusing his attention. As a child, his mother described him as a very active boy. During elementary school, he was sent to the office man times for not staying in his seat during class assignments. Today, while he always makes his deadlines, he often switches rapidly from task to task.
    Diagnosis my group came up with: ADHD.
    Actual diagnosis: He might actually have that, but if it doesn't get in the way of his life, it's not really an "illness".

    Case #3:
    Jenny lives in an area of town that is very close to a federal prison that is not in good repair. Over the years, there have been several escaped convicts in the area. On one occasion, the convicts broke into a home and robbed an elderly neighbor. Jenny has often been afraid that would also happen to her. She recently purchased an expensive home alarm system. Jenny has an established routine each night before she goes to bed that includes setting the alarm, checking to make sure all the home doors are locked, and making sure the garage door is closed. Jenny's nightly routine takes approximately 3 minutes each night. If she does not complete the routine, she will get out of bed to make sure that all her doors are locked and the alarm is set.
    Diagnosis my group came up with: Paranoia
    Actual diagnosis: Survival instincts.

    Case #4:
    Aliah is a happily married 24-year-old woman with a 1-year-old child. Since childhood, Aliah has an extensive washing ritual that she participates in daily. This routine includes washing her hands and feet in clean water at least five times per day. Additionally, she only eats food with her right hand and never places food in her mouth with her left hand as she believes that no amount of washing could ever make her left hand clean enough to use to eat.
    Diagnosis my group came up with: OCD. Severe OCD
    Actual diagnosis: She's muslim. This is perfectly normal customary behavior.

  • You can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse...

    And mine contains: a pair of pantyhose, a dozen or so pens, pencils, and markers, a packet of green tea, an unopened package of cigars, massage oil, makeup, a ferry token, a mini-flashlight, a couple of condoms, and sidewalk chalk. So, uh, yeah...
    I had an odd dream about helping Goldie Hawn as a celebrity high school counselor. Like I did her job for her and the kids in the office would ask her questions about being a movie star. She paid me a huge salary, considering that the door to my apartment was a hologram and the desk in my office was topped by a real-time twinkling starmap, and took me to Hollywood parties. The really super weird part was when I wrote a speech for her to give during an assembly, and the teleprompter kept malfunctioning. She was going on and on about how drugs were bad, and then all of a sudden she was talking about how she would make an awesome candidate for student council president.
    Realization: I am really damned uncomfortable and quiet around most of my extended family. I thought I had gotten over the shy phase eight years ago...
    My kid brother is at a party for some girl named Morgan. He doesn't even know her last name. This means... he's getting a good head start at college life.
    I have a sudden urge to start humming and running around outside in the dark. I think I just need to go look at the stars before I get back to the bright lights of Russ-Vegas.

    This is a generic salutation,
    RaeRae the Magnificent
    The One You Will Soon Call "Supreme Ruler". MWAHAHAAAHAAAAHAAAAA!

  • Something I can do now that I'm a grown-up...

    ... Sing this song with pauses in the right places without any fear of consequences.

    Miss Susie had a steamboat
    The Steamboat had a bell
    Miss Susie went to heaven
    The Steamboat went to Hell...
    -Oh- Operator, Give me number Nine
    And if you disconect me, I'll kick you from behind...
    ... The 'fridgerator, there lay a piece of glass
    Miss Susie sat upon it, and cut her little ass...
    ... K, me no more questions
    Please tell me no more lies
    The boys are in the bathroom,
    Zipping up their flies...
    ... Are in the meadow, the bees are in the park
    Miss suzie and her boyfriendz
    Are kissing in the...
    ... D-A-R-K, D-A-R-K, D-A-R-K, Dark
    Darker than the ocean, Darker than the sea,
    Darker than the underpants
    My mommy puts on me.
    I know I know my mama, I know I know my pa,
    I know I know my sister with the alligator bra.

  • Sound Hell Begins

    My assistant and I have a month and a half, well really less, to come up with a really kick-ass soundtrack for "Voices". And somehow I've picked up the gauntlet in a really big way. Actually, it seems kind of weird, but in two weeks I've picked up much of theatre that I feared I'd forgotten. I tore apart an entire couch, laid it out to sticks and fluff, with just a hammer and a pair of scissors. My reflexes are sharper, my speech is faster, I think in terms of nuance and plotline and I think I might have become a hardass once again. This makes me very happy. I need to buy some new black clothes...

  • Plotting your downfall...

    Ambiguous RaeRae statements:
    Life is kind of kicking my ass currently. Not in a bad way, I just keep coming home every night exhausted. Next week, I wager, will be much easier.
    I've spent so long staying away from relationships because of many reasons, one of them being that I am deathly afraid of becoming that girl, the girl that makes some poor sap's existence completely miserable. Now I'm just afraid of relationships in general. I have no choice but to keep running.
    This new rush strategy, with the chalk on the sidewalk, pisses me off. Especially the one about how an individual committing to a group effort is what builds blah blah blah blah. For the most part, greek society steals the individual's soul in exchange for instant fairweather friendships.
    I met the world's clingiest cat this evening. It followed me and serenaded me with meows on the other side of the door. It wanted affection even more than food. I blame the mange.

  • Blog Classic #3

      This is the blogspot that I put up and then took down and then put up again around a year ago. I'm just fickle like that.

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    emotional exhibitionist

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  • Blog Classic #2

      I swear I did not make this post up.

  • Blog Classic #1

    I went through a period of time a couple of years ago (I blame this on drugs. Drugs are bad. Bad but fun.) where I started a bunch of blogs and then just left them after one post. This is very odd behavior for me. I mean, I've kept this blog since 2004, and there are two others (one a myspace blog, one a secret xanga) that I post on very often. But, in any case, I am going to rectify this situation and de-clutter my corner of cyberspace by shutting down old sites, but keep their spirit alive by posting their one and only post here, if only for my own amusement.

    Introduction to the post: this is an MSN spaces blog, dated January 23, 2006, where I was in my "I want to keep everyone guessing" mood, and I told people that I was really an alien trying to take over the planet by drugging coffee and tea crops, since everyone drinks one of those drinks or the other, in some fashion because we are a planet of caffeine junkies (which aforementioned plan was thwarted when someone pointed out that Mormons don't drink either beverage as a religious rule). My real plan, to keep everyone guessing, didn't go off very well either, with most of the people around me realizing that I was just kidding and kept up the joke with me, even to an open mic night where I was a guest on a fake talk show discussing my genius evil plan: