aesmael: (transformation)
Industry placement thing has been going better, perhaps. Am managing to do more without needing assistance, and more complicated things with. Less nervous too, although today that seemed a bit reversed. Anxious and whimpery today despite managing stuff, and messing up a bit later in the day. Was busy in the afternoon and the noise and... visual busyness were unpleasant.

But I did manage pretty well without having to bother the permanent staff for assistance, except that they need to print for me. I have even less ability to do so than a randomly selected student, as I have no account access in the system at all.

In other news, my mother has a new laptop. She got it, I think, because she has taken up a course of study and wants reliable computer access in order to complete it (a final push it seems) and at her request I have been helping her set it up. Am a bit envious of the machine, being two years newer than mine. However, I did get a lamp out of the deal. Yes, a lovely shiny glorious lamp to keep by my bedside and give light when called upon in the dark.

Speaking of sleep, two nights ago I was woken by a nightmare and, shaking all over, lost two hours before I was able to sleep again. Not great when I needed those hours to be rested for my placement. Fortunately other than that blip my dreams seem to have returned to ordinary far. One a blood-swirling, scalpel-wielding, compulsively murderous young boy who had to be chided not to experimentally kill those around him. The other one featuring family telling me "you always take but never give". So long as I am neither woken nor shaken.

And another 'speaking of'. Speaking of sleep, I should try to get some before the hour grows too late and uncomfortable. So, trying to write first, to get done my personal things.

... and I fell asleep there, making the rest of this written the day after. Must have been tireder than I thought from losing sleep the two previous days - slept about twelve hours, five of those nowhere near my bed. Unfortunately that means rather than being pleased at having managed 221 words of writing (when I had been making slow progress that night and did most of it immediately before sleep), now I am disappointed I fell asleep before finishing this entry and getting to doing any writing at all. Ah well. I take the position I was in need of that sleep, to rest and recover.

Today has been interesting, spending about eight hours (so far) on Skype catching up with a few people I have not seen enough of in the past few days or much longer. Amusing considering I am feeling less social lately and more inclined to persue personal projects. But I like having at least some contact and social channels potentially open, and I am still learning how to regulate that more deliberately so my day does not vanish into a sea of responding to and engaging with people when I meant to be primarily doing something else entirely.

My compulsions seem to be resurfacing a bit at this placement. Not enough to be more than a minor annoyance so far, just little effects like what paths I take through the stacks or balancing tapping patterns when I make contact with something in a 'wrong' way. I suppose this has been a bit suppressed for the past few years since I have been mainly interacting with a keyboard and not so much having opportunities for showing it, so now it comes up that I am a) moving through a more complexly arranged space than home or classrooms and b) not having my hands occupied with typing gives more opportunity for the sorts of contacts that provoke my urge to pattern completion. A lot like sitting in front of a keyboard, typing text limits my ability to stim, especially with my hands, because they are already in motion.
I do not like it when my dreams could be made as horror films.
aesmael: (haircut)
    Got to finalise that job application by tomorrow. Fortunately they allow email submissions or I would have had to send it in by *checks clock* now.

Cut for: Writing talk )
aesmael: (nervous)
    I'd like to apologise to everyone I was chatting with today who I dozed off on. Unfortunately I have not slept for too many hours. Fixing that soon. On the other hand I am now three quarters through the first draft of a story (Technical Perfection) which was not even an idea 24 hours ago.
    Granted, it is quite a short draft, only 897 words so far, bit I am still pleased with myself. It will likely become longer on rewrite unless I can discover some beautiful efficiency.

She played on wood and skin of course. Elvish instruments of death.

    Okay, enough self-embarrassment for now. *snores*

aesmael: (Electric Waves)
Religious belief in Australia is falling, sadly more from apathy than anything else, I think. Our local media seemed not so excited about it but PZ Myers is positively emerald. ^_^

Steinn Sigurðsson|Dynamics of Cats has been to a conference and oh how I envy him. I mean, he has to endure terrible hardships, but just look at the conference highlights he has posted so far here (+!), here (amongst other things, Barnard's Star appears not to have any candidates so far so no Barnardian eels, alas, while Proxima Centauri may with further inspection) and here.

I won't say much because, really, all I have to go on are the quick bullet points he has posted so far, but I have not been so hungry since the last time I was in a really good bookshop. A lot of this is amazing and fascinating and the more information we get on the population of planets out there the more wonders we know.

If I were to go into academia this is what I would study, but alas I lack the skills and the dedication, so I will just sit here on the sidelines. :-P

And now it is off to sleep for me. Keep well, people.

Love,
    Tricia Fakename
aesmael: (friendly)
I wrote a novel about a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again in my sequel,
Oh how I wish he'd make some sense.

I did write 236 words tonight, not counting the story I posted earlier. That is a start again.
aesmael: (haircut)
  • A comet is a mass of dust and ice endlessly falling. When it falls too low it is boiled away by sunlight; the million-kilometre trail of debris and sparking destruction from this is what we see as beautiful in our skies
  • Humans, like almost all life on this planet, are water held together by dirt and powered by sunlight
  • Sunlight is pretty potent stuff
  • I suffer from the delusion of being able to process an infinite amount of information
  • Sometimes I try to do without sleep. This never works. Nonetheless, it continues to seem both easy and appealing
  • I am supposed to post the next instalment of Jayde tomorrow, which I missed last week and for which I apologise
  • Tomorrow looks to be too busy and interrupted for proper editing to be done
  • Perhaps it can be posted the day after instead. This is still Wednesday in some places and therefore Not Cheating
  • Jayde has a feeling of petering out in my mind. Possibly it is a story of disconnection/connection, certainly both seem needed for its writing
  • There are many other stories I am excited about telling. This translates into a sort of enthusiasm for writing them which never seems to result in a actual writing
  • ???
  • Time before getting up again: 100 minutes
  • Yikes!

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