Tips on how to worsen your insomnia #2

Assignments have long existed, be it a Troglodytical woman looking out for her Neanderthal young or a stressed out student trying score a distinction. Many of these so called assignments, have even been carried out in groups. Which brings me to the first part of this 'article', call it what you may.

Group work. As I write this I imagine a gathering of youths humming the phrase in a distasteful manner, lighting somewhat dim and Burtonesque. That's right, dear reader. Group work may be seen as your lack of sleep's worst nightmare. Or one of. Should it actually have any, but let us not turn this into a discussion of metaphorical sorts. You see, what I fail to understand is how a simple 500 word essay is, firstly, expected to be so heavy a burden that it must be shared between 5 people, and finally, taking the aforementioned into consideration, I also appear to be blind towards what makes such a task so difficult. It's not like the assignment involved a hunting trip. In this case one could understand the intricacy of pre-planned roles. A designated pack leader, someone who is vocally talented and capable of producing a convincing mating call, the actual hunter- preferably with a bloodstained leopard skin hanging off his shoulder- and of course of the formerly mentioned hunter's slave or 'bitch'.

Allow me to shed some light on my disdain. Group work is generally granted to those chores which can not be carried out single handed. Chores so difficult that they may lead to psychological distress on the perceiver's end. Chores so difficult and distressing that one might snap at the weight of even trying to understand them. Chores so difficultly distressing and encumbering that--You get my point. So my question to you, kind sir or madam is a simple, basic 'WHY?'. Why must I write something of O' Level standard as part of a peer job? Beauracracy seems quite fitting an answer. I somehow doubt that cave-men had to deal with the stuff.

If we were in a film studio, the director would appear angrily in front of me silently swabbing his fingers over his fat, hairy wrist in a circular motion. He would be seen gritting his teeth, red eyes bulging out of their sockets, cheeks sunken in. This would be his way of saying that it's time for me to stop procrastinating.

                                                          Director would probably look similar.

So, I shall do just as the imaginary man in my head wishes- It is after all 12.30am, but I guess that just goes to show how assignments could add to your uncanny sleeping patterns.

Fare thee well, darling, neglected.

V.

Tips on how to worsen your insomnia- #1

Drink a coffee so strong it tastes like cigarettes.


It's 11pm and I still haven't finished tomorrow's assignment. Barely even started it, to be precise. Solution- CAFFEINE. Secret caffeine, though. Mum would kill me if she found out about it. 
Being the insomniac that I am there is nothing worse than a 4:4 tablespoon ratio of coffee-to-sugar in the middle of the night, or nothing better. It's all a matter of personal opinion, really, and being one of those people who find the simple things in life amusing, this mixture generally gives me the late-night-giggles forcing me to quote incongruous phrases of 'Cheech and Chong' while sitting in the silence of my sleeping house.


So, if you're one of the select few who find the early hours best for studying I do suggest you give it a go.*


On a side note- I am hating the new blogger lay out. It's hideous and uninspirational. Also, I shall eventually post some pieces about my course while attempting to substantiate my lack of blogging with 'reasonable' explanations.


Cheerio xx




*If you are not actually used to staying up all night, do not- I repeat DO. NOT. try this. It will drive you crazy and you'll go to college/uni/where ever feeling like shit the next morning. Not fun.

Day 12- Festas and Fireworks

I wrote this at the beginning of summer when the 'Festas and Fireworks' had just started to kick off, and thought I'd share it on here.

Let them die. Watch as their blood lights up the night sky in vibrant spurts of red. You can always say it was an offering to the saints. You can always say it was beyond your control. You can always let it pass and forget all about it. Cover it up with feasts and lights. You can always choose to be passive. That is, after all, what you have been doing all along.

               This image goes with specifically with the event. I am not quite sure who took the photo so my apologies for not giving  credit.

Torii O' Phrenic

Day 11- Remember me.

While I find it hard to admit, I feel I must share- I've actually watched all of Robert Pattinson's films. Well, not all. I refuse to watch Twilight. And talking about Twilight, can you believe that they're splitting the final one up into two parts?! What were the producers thinking?! Twilight is not like Harry Potter. You can't just divide it into two segments. It lacks that believable magic, that 'awesomeness' if you will, that the latter so clearly brings forward.

OH! I finally also watched Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows- Part II. Beautifully worked I must say. And despite most of the film lacking 'happy thoughts' of any sort, the ending did bring back memories of The Philosopher's Stone which is why I am attaching Hedwig's Theme to this post. What's special about this version of it is that it's played in a smorgasbord of ways and the pianist's fingers move as though they're being controlled by 5 brains and a half simultaneously.

Amazing, I tell you!

Anywho, I'm finally going home to sleep! Hazzahhh!! I hope you enjoy the video and all.

Torii O' Phrenic x

Day 10- Happy birthday!

It's 2 am and I can't sleep - No surprise there, I know- So I've decided to bake my dad a birthday cake. Today is his birthday, and since everyone, including himself, is far off frolicking through the purple and orange trees of la la land I guess this is the perfect time to do so.

Reminiscent of the film that inspired me to start blogging about stupid things on a daily basis, I have decided to post a few 'food blogs' if you will. This shall be the first of many. 

As regards the designated birthday sweet, I have decided to bake a yellow and blue marble cake decorated with  a surface design similar to that of 'Starry Night' by none other than Vincent Van Gogh. This is just an idea and I still have to start baking and prepping but I think that my dad deserves something like that.

Anyway- I'm going to hop to it and hopefully post some pictures and details tomorrow morning, provided that the cake was successful.

Buenas Noches, Torii O'.

Day 08- For You Blue.

Well aware of the fact that I haven't posted in almost a month, I shall insist on the fact that I was busy. You might ask what it is that I am currently doing with my life, and I shall say 'nothing'. That's right- N O T H I N G. Alas, summer has but begun meaning that I have ample time to do 'stuff'.

I previously added a poem to this post and have, however, had to take it down due it's, shall we say, controversial meaning. Further making this post all the more boring is the fact that I'm at work.. Ergo nothing interesting happening, nothing interesting to do.

[I shall leave the original closing phrase and picture below]


And that's about it. I shall now resort to watching The Aristocats, before indulging in my disgusting sleeping meds.

Au revoir mes petites fleurs :)

FW: Testing - one, two.

Blogger set up this mobile blogging thing and I;ve decided to try it out. So, no. This is not an official blogpost, it's just a test run to see how well it works. 

Here's to hoping I got the web address right :)

Colours 1

Colours 2

Colours 3

It seems alright on hotmail..

Torii O'phrenic x

Side note- This is test 2 as the post I sent was, indeed, to wrong address. I hope it doesn't end up on some one else's blog; I-FAILURE D:

Day 07- Pink Boots and an Undercut.

''As my gorgeous wife Kelly pointed out, I need to blog more and today being Monday and all, I feel it appropriate to make use of today.'' Yes, yes I am well aware that today is not the first of the week in terms of Gregorian calendars, however I wrote this and shall post it nonetheless. I feel a tradition coming on - A tradition which involves posting something every time I sleep at Fran's house. I should go all stalker and put a picture of her front door at some point but that would prove unethical ;]


Moving on.. The other day I read a quote somewhere which said something like 'Your future starts today not tomorrow'. It's by Pope John Paul II in case you wish to look it up. Anyway, I feel that this is a saying which should be carried around more often. It's not got anything to do with religion; it's merely a drop of truth in a glass of murky water. Yes, dear readers, I know I'm not making any sense but that's life ;]


Anyways being the tired goon that I am I shall leave you with a dot of information - I got an undercut! It's actually old news but that's not important :)

Anyways, I found this shirt pretty funny. Oh the things you can do to mock Mc Donald's.

Buenas noche 
Torii O' Phrenic x

Day 6- A very pink room.

Hello hello hello.

This post is being brought to you at half one in the morning, from the four walls of Fran's room which, as you must have guessed from the title, are very colourful. Colourful is being underlined in red at the moment since her dictionary is set to 'U.S English' - This I must tell tell Seymour about.

Anyways, note taking aside, I'm lost. As in, I'm at a friend's house and she fell asleep. I don't have my sleeping meds with me and 1.30am is like midday for me. So what to do?!

Have I told you about my sleeping meds?! Awesome stuff- Gets you stoned before bed and gives you the most beautiful, beautiful dreams. I'm actually quite happy that they're helping me with the insomnia but I'm just worried that I'll get dependant. I mean, I'm already freaking out that I don't have them with me here so you can imagine..

Anyway, today's topic of discussion- 'Going cold turkey'. What would one call this phrase exactly? An implied metaphor? A mere quote? Saying? Drop a line and tell me what you think. In the meantime I shall you leave with an image, as usual.

Jedward as Buzzlightyear

Jedward with Scooby-Doo <3

That's right, world. I posted a Jedward picture. Actually, better than one I posted two. TWO JEDWARDS= FOUR JEDWARDS. Yes. In all of today's boredom I developed a strange liking towards the two. They are quite entertaining. Even my dad laughed at their version of  'Ghost Busters'. So yeah, I am now living on planet Jedward! :)

Concluding line- Hi Luke. Are you happy now? You'd better be grateful. And honoured.

Adios Muchachos,
Torii O'phrenic.

Day 05- ROMA!

Hmm chocolate and cigarettes- That would make a pretty weird diet. Not to mention how one would die after a few days due to severe dehydration.

Well, sweet nicotine aside, this is just a short post about the weekend. Main highlight- I fell asleep during my sociology exam. Yes, literally. Fell-A-Sleep. For a whole hour. Somehow I still managed to write four essays in the limited amount of time I had left. I guess we'll just have to see about the grade. I think I might just be the first person to fail my teacher in terms of being his only pupil who didn't get a grade 'C' or higher. Lovely.

Saturday evening was then spent ''hanging- with my buds.'' Writing songs, playing guitar, chilling in my excessively messy bedroom, spilling juice on my mum's favourite table cloth, listening to music and the like. James was a girl for the evening in that he was the only guy who could make it. I think I should, maybe, dedicate a post to a full on description of some of my friends since I'll be mentioning them quite a lot. But that's a post for another day.

Dunday was mother's day. Yes, I am well aware that I spelled 'Sunday' badly, but I quite like the way it sounds so I shall leave the typo as is. After a morning spent with my parents I retired to my beloved room for a short period of studying before going to watch the football match. Manchester United beat Chelsea, in case you were wondering. However, the actual highlight of the match, as I'm sure everyone present would agree, was hearing Karl scream like a girl. That's right- Scream. Like a girl. Anyways, the actual fun began when we decided to tell James about his birthday surprise. After a few minutes of pictionary with Karl filming the action, Ant, Nic, Fran and Daniel drowning in a pool of anxiety and excitement, myself drawing and, obviously, James guessing, the cat was finally let out of the bag. Three months of waiting and crack was nicely lined on the table. The milk spilled, you get it. I know. Well here's the big surprise-


ROME. ON THE 24TH OF JUNE. TILL THE 27TH. I shall stop using caps lock now. I'm so excited and so is everyone. James couldn't believe it. Actually, I think he still doesn't. Facebook has already seen three statuses about this but I think I might just post a link to the blog also. Anyways, after a failed attempt at posting some of the pictionary left overs I have decided that it is now time to end this post :)

J- 'WE'RE GOING ABROAD?!'

'Dun!.. had an idea..?'

BRAINWAVE!

Actually, I've somehow managed to post the pictures via picasa. Ah technology these days. Anyways, Yes. I've used picasa which is why the layout of this post is so damn weird. However, If it bugs you so much, there's the original post up also so you could check that out. I don't recomment doing that if you've already gone through all of this though. Just saying ;]


Okay then, BYE!
O'phrenic.

Day 05- Chocolate and Cigarettes.

Hmm chocolate and cigarettes- That would make a pretty weird diet. Not to mention how one would die after a few days due to severe dehydration.


Well, sweet nicotine aside, this is just a short post about the weekend. Main highlight- I fell asleep during my sociology exam. Yes, literally. Fell-A-Sleep. For a whole hour. Somehow I still managed to write four essays in the limited amount of time I had left. I guess we'll just have to see about the grade. I think I might just be the first person to fail my teacher in terms of being his only pupil who didn't get a grade 'C' or higher. Lovely.


Saturday evening was then spent ''hanging- with my buds.'' Writing songs, playing guitar, chilling in my excessively messy bedroom, spilling juice on my mum's favourite  table cloth, listening to music and the like. James was a girl for the evening in that he was the only guy who could make it. I think I should, maybe, dedicate a post to a full on description of some of my friends since I'll be mentioning them quite a lot. But that's a post for another day.


Dunday was mother's day. Yes, I am well aware that I spelled 'Sunday' badly, but I quite like the way it sounds so I shall leave the typo as is. After a morning spent with my parents I retired to my beloved room for a short period of studying before going to watch the football match. Manchester United beat Chelsea, in case you were wondering. However, the actual highlight of the match, as I'm sure everyone present would agree, was hearing Karl scream like a girl. That's right- Scream. Like a girl. Anyways, the actual fun began when we decided to tell James about his birthday surprise. After a few minutes of pictionary with Karl filming the action, Ant, Nic, Fran and Daniel drowning in a pool of anxiety and excitement, myself drawing and, obviously, James guessing, the cat was finally let out of the bag. Three months of waiting and crack was nicely lined on the table. The milk spilled, you get it. I know. Well here's the big surprise-


ROME. ON THE 24TH OF JUNE. TILL THE 27TH. I shall stop using caps lock now. I'm so excited and so is everyone. James couldn't believe it. Actually, I think he still doesn't. Facebook has already seen three statuses about this but I think I might just post a link to the blog also. Anyways, after a failed attempt at posting some of the pictionary left overs I have decided that it is now time to end this post :)






Ta ta dearies-
Torii O'phrenic x

Day 04- Coffee in a soup mug thing.

I should have taken a picture of it! But, alas, at 1000 hours my brain still fails to function normally. What I am talking about, in case you've not yet noticed, is the 'soup mug thing'. Basically, it's a bowl-like mug my friend's mother just bought tons of. -Yes, Nic, I am referring to you ;]


Well, the point of today's post is mere procrastination. I got home at about 1100 this morning and boiled an egg for the first time in my life. EVER! It was a complete success, might I add. I then drank my orange juice and I've been sitting in front of this laptop since then. I guess I should probably shower and then hop to it. 'It' being my studies. Maybe I should have use them? But that wouldn't really sound right, would it?


In terms of a concluding piece of art I shall leave you with a beautiful piece by none other than  our favorite Spanish surrealist- Dali.

Salvador Dali - GRADIVA - 1931

Later chikas!

Torii O'Phrenic.

Day 03- Let's All Die!

Fine. Maybe I haven't posted every day. But- I am slowly gaining momentum. No, actually. That's a lie. I'm not. To be frank, I'm not in the least bothered about writing a new post every day. I might consider getting back to this after A'Levels. But for now, I couldn't care less.

My brain has 'imploded like a ripe mango' and I honestly can't think straight anymore. I don't even know what I'm doing. So, I am intent on sitting in my bedroom waiting for next year so I can finally go to England. Mmm England ♥ 

On a more realistic tone, however, I can't wait for summer. Barbecues, the beach, house parties, that amazing feeling of not having anything to do other than aimlessly roaming the streets looking for an air-conditioned shop with your friends. I would say the heat, but we all know that I, and many other people, hate it. Of course, I can't omit the memory of going to 'Surfside' practically ever day and ending each one with a Hookah and a bowl of chips. Cherry shisha- There's nothing quite like it. Actually there is, but I won't be disclosing that on here. 

Well, that's about it for now as I really should get back to my Linguistics studies. I shall, however leave you with a picture that has absolutely nothing to do with anything 8)

Ta ta for now,

Torii O'phrenic.

Day 02- Rise of the Expressionists.

Sixteen hours. Thirty minutes. That, my dear friends, is to be the precise hour of my death. In metaphoric terms, of course. I suppose you wish to know why so. The answer is simple- A Levels.


Tomorrow, or rather- should this take me another fifteen minutes to write out- today, I shall finally commence my long awaited Advanced Level Examinations with Systems of Knowledge- The topic everyone loves to hate. After that I'll rush off to a game of football (soccer, for you American types :] )- Something which I haven't played in around 4 years and then spend all of Sunday studying again. The new week will bring 3 papers of English, 1 of Home Ec and 1 of Sociology along with it and before I know it I'll have tweeted something about having '4 down, 2 to go'.


And that's pretty much all there is to my (not-so-) interesting week. I shall leave you, nonetheless, with some interesting Expressionist art-

Pollock (1948) Titled- No 5.

And that is that. I wish you all a good night, day, or afternoon- depending, obviously, on which part of the world you are reading this from.


Torii O'Phrenic.

Day 01 version 2 :)

Clearly, I haven't stuck to my goal of posting something each day. But you see, the thing is- I've been busy. Yes, yes I know- common excuse and all that but exams are exams and their sole purpose is to kill you.

So, if you permit me to, I wish to start over henceforth. And seeing as I am in charge of what my fingers do, I shall indeed make a fresh start. -Now the question is where to start? What to say? 

That, However will be tomorrow's post. Or if I'm productive enough in the forthcoming hours, a post for later.

Adios Muchachos,

Torii O'Phrenic.

Day 01

Ah the marvellous feeling of starting up a new blog. It's like writing on the first page of a copy book. Even though typing does not quite give off the same feeling of doodling masses of loops, dashes and curves onto a fresh, crisp paper, there is still something about it which entices me. It almost injects a little dash of excitement into my veins making the tips of my fingers tingle.


Anyhow, enough nonsense about that. I have just finished watching 'Julie and Julia'. Despite it not quite being my cup of tea, I still enjoyed it- And it inspired me. That's right. Inspired me. Julie, one of the protagonists, aims at reaching a goal of blogging once every day about cooking. But, more importantly, she aspired to be a writer. As do I. Ergo, inspiration. My goal, however, isn't to cook 524 meals over the short period of 365 days. All I am doing is giving myself a deadline, and something to do. I shall come up with something to talk about every day. The fact that I am typing into a reader-less void doesn't quite bother me as I am not typing for fame but rather for the reason that releasing words from the tiny cracks and crevices of mind proves to be somewhat cathartic. 


In conclusion, and to sum it up for those of you not in the mood to read more-
First off- Watch 'Julie and Julia'
Second- I shall post something utterly pointless, but hopefully interesting, here every day for.. Well, to be frank, I don't quite have a long term deadline. It might last for a month, it might last for a year. No one knows really.


That's about it for tonight, Ladies and Gents,
Torii O'phrenic.


P.S- This counts as the first day :)