It's a very slow Sunday morning.
Hence my posting.
I absolutely and completely admit that I have an obesession with Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto.
I don't have any shame in saying that's my obsession.
I just hope my new laptop can hold all the pictures I have of them:].
Moving on to more relevant topics hence, my real life and not this pretend one where I marry Zachary.
Theatre was dramatic. Yeah, it should be. But not in that way. I don't want to go into it. It was too traumatic for me to talk about.
I really never thought the anxiety could change form. That just terrifies me even more. The fact that I might have suffered from an anxiety attack and not known because it can take another form? Sounds like a scary monster or something, right? Yeah, it is. But it's not. I really have been pushing myself to view this "disability" as a blessing. Something that can help me be a better person and push me forward. It's just a little too much to handle sometimes. As was the case on Friday when, according to Mr.Smith, I had a so called "anxiety attack". Felt much more emotional (I partially blame my period) so...very confusing ordeal.
I also feel really strange. I feel out of sync. Waiting for that call. Waiting for a text. A sign that I wasn't really lied to. That yes, indeed I am someone of significance and that all those words weren't just meant to fly out of the mouth and fall...and die.
It affects me too much.
I was thinking of my new iPod that I hope to get very soon. I just want the album flow. You have no idea how much that simple thing impresses me. I can't wait to see all my covers. Wow. So I thought of some of the artist's in alphabetical order.
A.
Angels and Airwaves.
I think the lyrics and my heartbeat slows. It skips a beat. My hands tingle. I have difficulty breathing.
Yeah...It's a very slow Sunday morning if this is what I think about.