Holy crap, you guys.

I know I've posted before about how ASFA (my high school) stalks me, but apparently I can't get away from it even in freakin' Massachusetts.

The former department chair of creative writing friended me on Facebook today. Added weirdness is that I was talking about her in therapy today.

*cue Twilight Zone theme music*

--I told my therapist, with much hesitation, that I would see a psychiatrist and try meds again.
--I got in a minor car accident and had a major panic attack.
--I talked to James, my paramour, on Yahoo IM.
--I saw a guy I went to high school with (Luke Bidikoff) on a Krystal commercial.

Weird day.

...today was about the crappiest. Pouring rain and freezing. I'm headed to Birmingham on I-459, and I heard a funky noise. I had the radio on, so I couldn't tell if it was my car or someone else's--sounded like a bad muffler. I cut off the radio, and it became painfully obvious that the terrible sounds were coming from my car. Then I noticed ( Read more... )

Okay, so tonight I went to see The Good Shepherd with my grandparents at the Rave Theater in Vestavia. It's the 5:00, and when we got there the theater was totally empty. I figured there wouldn't be too many people there ( Read more... )

I miss being a writer.

Oh, sure, I still write. I write fanfics. And they ain't bad, far as fanfics go. They just aren't real writing. They aren't original. They are, for lack of a better term, lazy. I don't have to create characters or setting; I just use what someone else has already established. Oh, I might write genre-angst, but in ( Read more... )