"interests: being positively positive."
once again, livejournal in list form
-- so i went to the psychotherapist today. that was the first time i had ever done anything like that, and i have to say, it was pretty fucking gay. she started off asking all these questions that i wouldn't even begin to know how to respond to. these included classics like "and how does that make you feel?" and "can you describe what emotions that aroused?" at least she said "aroused." so then she starts getting some actual information out of me... general bullshit. but then at the end, she starts talking about how we're all layers? and how it's like calling to someone in a well, or throwing a pebble in a well or some shit. so THEN she sits there for five fucking minutes with her eyes closed. i thought she had fucking fallen asleep. jesus christ. so THEN when she snaps out of this weird trance she's -- which, in case you had forgotten, was induced by mental pictures of throwing rocks at wells -- she starts talking about enya and proceeds to recite the lyrics of an entire song. oh my god.
-- filled out the application for the lease today. brooks's parents are sending his money for the security deposit this week... i'm so stoked on this. we are going back saturday so brooks and our parents can see it, rock.
-- i'll be in charlotte may 3rd for that fest so come out and fucking say hello to me.
-- friendster is the best thing ever.
-- don't forget if you live within 500 miles of savannah, this thursday @ 8 pm, LOVE & DEATH at the velvet lounge. hook it up dude. don't screw this up.
<3 xxx
p.s. i forgot to say,
-- firestorm. FUCK.
-- so i went to the psychotherapist today. that was the first time i had ever done anything like that, and i have to say, it was pretty fucking gay. she started off asking all these questions that i wouldn't even begin to know how to respond to. these included classics like "and how does that make you feel?" and "can you describe what emotions that aroused?" at least she said "aroused." so then she starts getting some actual information out of me... general bullshit. but then at the end, she starts talking about how we're all layers? and how it's like calling to someone in a well, or throwing a pebble in a well or some shit. so THEN she sits there for five fucking minutes with her eyes closed. i thought she had fucking fallen asleep. jesus christ. so THEN when she snaps out of this weird trance she's -- which, in case you had forgotten, was induced by mental pictures of throwing rocks at wells -- she starts talking about enya and proceeds to recite the lyrics of an entire song. oh my god.
-- filled out the application for the lease today. brooks's parents are sending his money for the security deposit this week... i'm so stoked on this. we are going back saturday so brooks and our parents can see it, rock.
-- i'll be in charlotte may 3rd for that fest so come out and fucking say hello to me.
-- friendster is the best thing ever.
-- don't forget if you live within 500 miles of savannah, this thursday @ 8 pm, LOVE & DEATH at the velvet lounge. hook it up dude. don't screw this up.
<3 xxx
p.s. i forgot to say,
-- firestorm. FUCK.