Today is the monumental day where I learned how to make Photoshop CUSTOM SHAPES. That's what I get for thinking I know everything - complete ignorance of the Path Selection Tool!!!

Also I learned the secret art of HOMEMADE BLACKLIGHT PAINT - it's a little chunky, but so cheap and easy! The secret is Rit Whitening Powder.

My schedule is filled with anime conventions. Next month is Ohayocon, so if you see me, holla like ya know me.

I have a crush on a sweet guy. I hope he likes me as much as I like him. I'm pretty sure he does. He keeps calling and texting and coming over and stuff.

Curi.

Narcolepsy convention was pretty cool. I met people who have the exact same issues as I do. And we are all convinced that we could rule the world if not for our disability, which may or may not be true. I don't know why the populace isn't more informed about this disorder - it affects just as many people as MS does, and is more difficult to live with than Parkinson's (according to polls).

My roommate Pixie and I are planning on attending many anime conventions, with our kickass Final Fantasy IV cosplays. I've never seen anyone cosplay the character I'm going to dress as, so I'm not giving away who it is lest someone get that idea and beat me to the punch. But I will post photos once it is done.

Curi.

I'm at a convention for narcolepsy patients this weekend, and it'll be the first time I've met other narcoleptics in person as opposed to talking to them online. I wonder how they deal. I'm sure I'll find out some interesting stuff.

It frustrates me when I can't purchase the things that I want. As a good little Heathen, all I'm asking for is a dual-language leatherbound archival copy of my own religious texts - the Elder and Prose Edda, and a few of the Sagas. In English and Old Norse, naturally. They have gorgeous, expensive Lord of the Rings collections, so I figured this would be fairly simple to find....

But it does not exist, so I'm designing my own. And it's going to take forever. Maybe even longer than that, because I find myself correcting some of the Old Norse translations. There's an odd feeling I get when I do extremely tedious work such as this and think "no one will really appreciate my efforts but me."

Curi.

I know this was some cruel prank, and that they can't get the dye to wash out, and that it's horrible and all that, but still....


IT'S JUST SO DARNED CUTE!!!

Curi.

I have the occasional auditory hallucination if I'm either exhausted or drifting off to sleep. Tonight I heard the bells of St. Clement's. I can't really figure as to why, except for the painfully obvious:

Here comes a candle to light you to bed
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!

Curi.

Today I spent my time sleeping through my pills, which happens every now and again. It's a waste of good medication, really. The only reason my eyes are open now is thanks to a fancy yellow drink in a little blue can known as Red Bull. Last night I tried to pull an all-nighter, because I was feeling feisty and wanted to work on comic book pages, which I sort of did!

Oftentimes all-nighters will make me feel better instead of worse; science-type exposition about this follows:
Those who suffer from neurological sleep disorders usually have a brain that releases less wakefulness hormone than the average healthy person. Therefore sleep deprivation causes MORE wakey wakey brain juice to pump out, not less, and also creates a surreal, syrupy euphoric feeling, that is, if one can actually stay awake long enough in order to get to it. Even a short nap will kill the potential effect, unfortunately.
I've only had this feeling occur twice in my life, and that was after staying up for two straight days and nights, with the aid of a dumptruck's worth of caffeine. It was nice, though. I might as well have been tripping balls. I'll never forget walking down Belmont Ave. drinking a chai and green tea latte, telling my mom via cell phone that I had reached enlightenment, and I was completely and absolutely sure about this.

In summation - your body's own chemicals can fuck you up. As if we didn't already know that.

Spent the rest of today, and yesterday, and some of the day before that thinking about Birka. It's difficult to express how intensely I very much want to go back. And I still owe a friend of mine a visit to Norway. I'm thoroughly anchored here for the time being, but saving my paychecks.

Curi.

I haven't been here in forever, but today I decided to renew my account. I'm not really sure why. My life has taken some weird twists and turns as of late. Sometimes I feel as if I'm this elusive David Bowie-esque creature whom no one really knows, and I simply take cues from what others expect to collage together a little shadow personality. And sometimes I feel like Shakespeare, just trying to write enough to scrape together enough scratch to move out of my hick hometown.
There's a lot of local news, but I'm keeping it to myself. I don't write a blog, really, although sometimes I feel as if maybe I could.
Right now I'm really into the Chess soundtrack. I'm digging the movie Inherit the Wind, both the original and the remake. I've been obsessed with downloading photos of ball-jointed dolls. I still have a severe ongoing fascination with Dethklok. I'm going to cosplay Android 18 in the near future, although I haven't picked out a Halloween costume yet.

"And as he left, he made it perfectly clear: I was a fool, and probably queer." - Frederick Trumper

Curi.

I didn't even know I was on here!
Apparently I am because I signed up on Garage Band. So there you go.

Curiosity on ILike

So go tell 'em you like me!

Curi.

twitter.com/curiosityband I NEED TWITTER FOLLOWERS.
I need them like I would need crack rock, if I were addicted to crack rock.



My brain is like a goddamn beehive that is going to explode. You need to be bombarded by my constant, harrowing messages of random notions and non sequiturs. I don't know why you need this, YOU JUST DO.

Curi.