Sleeping On The Roof

I'm tired!!!!!

How To Disappear Completely

Things are worse when tired.
Things are worse when tired.
Things are worse when tired.
Things are worse when tired.
Things are worse when tired.
Things are worse when tired.


Things are not that bad. Not in any way, shape, or form. I just need a little freak out moment. Thank you.

A-OK

Having to get up at 430am yesterday after a weekend of minimal sleep was beyond difficult. After a blurred work day, I got home at about 430pm and proceeded to pass out until 8. Now, I rarely take naps so this was completely foreign to me. And to then be able to fall asleep again later for a full night's sleep? Wow. This was one tired girl.

So yes, the weekend was a success. I entered it cautiously optimistic, but a little apprehensive about how we would all work together. We had a majority rule set in place to cut down on opinionated fights, but we didn't need to use it very many times and even then it wasn't a big deal. My biggest moment of needing to take a deep breath occurred Friday night/Saturday morning at about 5am when I was the only one trying to sleep and everyone else was laughing at what felt like cruel levels to my exhausted ears. I didn't say anything, though, since I was in the minority for wanting to sleep. And it worked out since the next night everyone was so tired they slept completely soundly, which allowed for everyone to get some much needed rest.

I'm proud and excited for the mini film we created! It cracks me up everytime I see it and I just hope it has the same effect on Saturday when it is screened at the Byrd Theatre on Cary St. in Richmond, VA. That said, I hope anyone in the area, or not in the area, comes at 330pm to see:

Heroic Solutions: A Superhero Training Module, Level 1


more info to come...

Exit Music (For A Film)

It's 11:42 on Saturday night and I'm sitting in The Village in Richmond with Serena while she alternates editing with drinking mass amounts of delicious iced coffee. On two hours sleep (not even), the six of us (Me, Serena, Allie, Terra, Tice, and Ben) set out to create our 4-7 minute superhero masterpiece.

Last night, at The Camel, which served as the starting spot for the 48 Hour Film Festival, we drew our genre fate and left at 7pm with the following information:

1. We had 48 hours to make a Superhero film.
2. A pencil had to be in it.
3. The required character was named Cliff/Claudia Foust and is a historian*.
4. Somewhere in the film the following line had to be said, uttered, shouted, or whatevered, "I was thinking the same thing."

We spent all day in the disgusting 90+ degree heat running back and forth between shoot locations and the hotel. At one point three of us were wearing superhero capes made out of astro-turf while Serena filmed and later on in the day you could have found Ben as our villian mugging Allie the victim.

It was a long, effing day. I am beyond exhausted and earlier, after a super-filling dinner at Sticky Rice, I couldn't keep my eyes open and actually took a nap in the hotel room...with everyone else there. Anyone who knows me will realize how tired I was if I actually slept in front of people. Waking up with burning, watering eyes was awesome and I'm pretty sure I look as though I've just come off a week long stint of uppers.

But we're at Iced Coffee Mecca now and we're not leaving before 2am (when they close) so Serena can get as much editing done as she can. Tomorrow is hopefully a less-filled day, but will be a tad stressful as we need to complete our film and turn it in by 7pm.

If we ever get it on youtube or something, I will be sure to post the link. Otherwise, you should come to the screening of our film to be held 4 August 2007 at the Byrd Theatre on Cary Street in Richmond, VA.

XO,
SVR




*First text was to Ali, our resident Historian.

Micro Cuts

What a long day. I've been up since 430am and by the grace of iced coffee (see #2), I've been on the go since then.


1) I was on and off the phone with Kyle from Elliott in the Morning at 6am, 6:20am, 6:55am, and then 7:10am. I was prepared to state the following:
a) I have their promotional CD from 1999/2000 and I remember the day I bought it.
b) I bought Origin Of Symmetry when it was still an import.
c) I even have Hullabaloo!
d) My grandfather was a Freemason (shhhh!!!!) and I am obsessed with all things Scottish
It didn't work out, despite Brendan and I sitting in his car on our break, while Ali listened from home, but it's okay. I believe with all my being that I deserve it and it'll happen sometime. And Kyle was a total boo about it all. Good guy.

2) Sometimes I want to tap my vein and insert iced coffee that most direct way. Today, with my partner in coffee crime, I had 2.5 venti iced coffees. One at noon with lunch, one at 2 on my break, and 1/2 of the last one we ended up sharing after work while in my car.

3) I had a "Say it, bitch" moment today. This woman came in and said, "You know what I want", meaning to reserve a copy of Harry Potter. I said, "I'm going to make you say it." I thought I was being funny, but the look on her face told me otherwise so I entered her information into the computer and smiled and sent her on her unfunny way.

4) I couldn't find out if it would cost to send the phone numbers from my old phone to my new phone via bluetooth, and I am too cheap to pay Verizon to do it for me, so I just wrote down all 150+ contacts. Five pages. It was major.

5) I also had an "I own it!" moment today when this man asked for the magazine "V". There is a magazine by that name, but we don't carry it. Then he said, "David Beckham and his wife are on it this month" and despite my wanting to point out that her name is Victoria and she's hilarious, I told him that actually, they are on "W" this month. He doubted my magazine knowledge, but I schooled him and said that I get that one in the mail and had already read it. And I'm pretty sure I said, "It's totally hott."

6) Someone told me I should be a lawyer because of my ability to find a loophole in any rule. "They said no flip flops in cafe, which means we can wear flip flops out here!" I also referred to myself as the ultimate rule-bender today.


XO,
SVR

Crestfallen

And the ol' alarm is set for 5am. Why am I awake? I was walking into my house and texted Serena, "I'm going straight to sleep. Not even checking email" and where am I now? Blogging!? Why??


It was a fun, randomly eventful night with Serena after work. I am not a rested girl, so the fact that it's pushing 130am and I'm up is beyond me. I want to be asleep, but I'm not.


Okay, it's time to shut the laptop and hit the hay.


XO,
SVR

Bitch

If my celebration of America can be judged by length of day, then today was one helluva a party! I've been on the go since about 8am and just got home about 30 minutes ago. I am beyond tired, and yet, can't sleep.

Awesome.


Nevermind that my alarm goes off in about 4.5 hours.


16 hours ago I accidently sprayed perfume in my eye.

3 hours ago I got a text about poodle hair that made me bite my lip so I wouldn't laugh.

12 hours ago I had the best cherry coke I've had in awhile.

4 hours ago I was sitting on a couch in a food coma.

1 hour ago I was on my drive home and looking forward to going to sleep.

I guess I'll try that sleep thing again.

1995

I have been so in my mind today. I worked all day on about 2.5 hours sleep and struggled against a hazy mind and dropping eyelids.



Even now I'm not really sure where to begin...I need a good night's rest first.

Peace The F*** Out

I remember putting my hair up into a messy bun. Not too long after that, I realized my hair was down.

I do not remember taking it down.


I think that about sums up how my day has been.

Barely Listening

I keep sitting down at my laptop, with iTunes open, ready to make a new mix CD and it's just not happening. Partly because I can't stop listening to #9 and #10 of Pilot Speed's Into The West album, but also because my concentration levels are apparently just broken.

I watched Heroes the other night when I got home after a gazillion hour day so I essentially have no idea what happened in the episode. Last night, Steven told me to rewatch it, but I couldn't because I was busy not paying attention to Lost. Even Gilmore Girls on Tuesday didn't fully sink in (!!).

Last night I had really involved, long dreams. At one point I had to take a little puppy on a walk for him to relieve himself. (Luckily, it wasn't a poop-scoop area.) So we go outside and he answers Nature's call and then we head back in, with me being very careful not to step in anything smelly. However, we get back into the school (did I mention I was working at a school?) and apparently someone else had tracked in some smelly dog crap causing it to stink so badly that I almost vomited in a hallway trashcan, ew!

In looking up what dogs mean in dreams, I have gathered that they can represent friendships, which is interesting. As "man's best friend," they can be a symbol of that relationship, but I have yet to find an entry online for "dream dictionary dog poop," so I'm giving up on that one. I just hope it doesn't mean someone's shitting on me-figuratively and not literally, gross.

Like I said, it was a long and involved dream, but the puppy part was the most pronounced. The other parts were more like continuations of my day, or really, continuations of how I would want my day to be:)


XO,
SVR