Statements of the day
Statement #1: "We have trust issues." -Ana Lucia on Lost. Oh, Ana Lucia. I feel like the other group definitely is having a better time bonding than this one.
Statement #2: My Uggs came today! Much excitement. I never thought I would like (or, for that matter, buy, although they were a birthday present) a pair of Uggs. However, my excuse is that they are a very different style from the generic slouch Uggs, they are chocolate brown (one of my favorite contrast colors), and I promise to not wear them in summer or with a short skirt. They are high-shin, so they are technically "skirt lenghth" boots, so I can wear them with a knee-length skirt. But not with a flowy skirt. That's too summery or formal, depending on the skirt.
I should really do a "Stacy's mostly-cynical, partly-appreciative fashion ideas" entry sometime.
Statement #3: I have a love/hate relationship with mental disorders. We are studying them in psychology. I love learning about how other people's minds work; it's intriguing. On the negative side, they always lead to self-doubt. For the purposes of assuming my own sanity, I greatly hope that all of you to whom I speak on a regular basis are real. We studied depression today - we filled in this Beck Depression Index questionnaire to see if we're depressed. I had a 10.5 for today (regular change in moods), and then I filled it in for how I felt most of the time this spring (I can clearly remember feelings in the past), and I only had 17 (mild mood disorder). I mean, it's good that that wasn't clinical depression. Except then I wonder what it was. Comparing it to the signs of depression and how I felt at the time, it was more like... wallowing mixed with stress mixed with sympathy. Not only for myself, but for everyone less fortunate than me. I would get sad because I was sad and I got angry because I had nothing to be sad about. Which is very hard to explain. I'm going to stop now.
Statement #4: I am obsessive (not compulsive) and I am a germophobe; the two are unrelated. It's the difference between anxiety/dread and repulsion/mild fear. I don't like when people drink from my water bottles. You don't know where their mouths have been. I don't like door handles. You don't know where those hands have been. I must Clorox wipe everything in the bathroom because when you flush the toilet, particles of water are shot into the air (it's a fact! I've read it multiple places). However, I do not do these things because of an impending feeling of doom if I don't do them, which is obsessing, which I am not prepared to talk about at the moment. I think that now I have straightened this out, maybe the time is ripe to start my conquest of people who throw around the phrase "I'm OCD about that", because it really makes me angry. People have preferences and pet peeves, but these are not obsessive-compulsive. Unless you actually do feel that the world will end if someone else misspells a word.
Statement #5: Photobucket isn't working!!! I haven't been able to post the Pirate Party photos. That was alliteration.
Statement #2: My Uggs came today! Much excitement. I never thought I would like (or, for that matter, buy, although they were a birthday present) a pair of Uggs. However, my excuse is that they are a very different style from the generic slouch Uggs, they are chocolate brown (one of my favorite contrast colors), and I promise to not wear them in summer or with a short skirt. They are high-shin, so they are technically "skirt lenghth" boots, so I can wear them with a knee-length skirt. But not with a flowy skirt. That's too summery or formal, depending on the skirt.
I should really do a "Stacy's mostly-cynical, partly-appreciative fashion ideas" entry sometime.
Statement #3: I have a love/hate relationship with mental disorders. We are studying them in psychology. I love learning about how other people's minds work; it's intriguing. On the negative side, they always lead to self-doubt. For the purposes of assuming my own sanity, I greatly hope that all of you to whom I speak on a regular basis are real. We studied depression today - we filled in this Beck Depression Index questionnaire to see if we're depressed. I had a 10.5 for today (regular change in moods), and then I filled it in for how I felt most of the time this spring (I can clearly remember feelings in the past), and I only had 17 (mild mood disorder). I mean, it's good that that wasn't clinical depression. Except then I wonder what it was. Comparing it to the signs of depression and how I felt at the time, it was more like... wallowing mixed with stress mixed with sympathy. Not only for myself, but for everyone less fortunate than me. I would get sad because I was sad and I got angry because I had nothing to be sad about. Which is very hard to explain. I'm going to stop now.
Statement #4: I am obsessive (not compulsive) and I am a germophobe; the two are unrelated. It's the difference between anxiety/dread and repulsion/mild fear. I don't like when people drink from my water bottles. You don't know where their mouths have been. I don't like door handles. You don't know where those hands have been. I must Clorox wipe everything in the bathroom because when you flush the toilet, particles of water are shot into the air (it's a fact! I've read it multiple places). However, I do not do these things because of an impending feeling of doom if I don't do them, which is obsessing, which I am not prepared to talk about at the moment. I think that now I have straightened this out, maybe the time is ripe to start my conquest of people who throw around the phrase "I'm OCD about that", because it really makes me angry. People have preferences and pet peeves, but these are not obsessive-compulsive. Unless you actually do feel that the world will end if someone else misspells a word.
Statement #5: Photobucket isn't working!!! I haven't been able to post the Pirate Party photos. That was alliteration.