Karma, Coffee and Caffienated Beverages.
So. Life's been so-so. I can safely say I'm not depressed anymore. But it feels like I've been drowning that voice out of me all this time. It's still there, lurking.
Why? I saw the psychiatrist. Anyone at school agrees I see one. What's going to sound corny coming from the boy who jumped off the bus and busted a few heads at school is...
I cried. I don't know why. I saw psychiatrists all the time from 4th to 8th grade. I cried all the time. I wondered why I couldn't be popular. I wondered why the hell I was so damn fat. I wondered if I should be there, at all. That's all fixed, but figuratively, I fixed it with Elmer's glue and scotch tape.
In depth interview:
My doctor who doles out prescriptions suggested I see another psychiatrist. Just in case. Apparently this shrink is world-renowned. So, we get an appointment. I get half the day of school off, which is tight. But anyways, before I decide to drive off the road with my SUV-train of thought and plow through a mall with the paragraph (Wait a bit to load, these guys need to reiterate that they're on your side. Anyway, for DUI, he's a pretty good driver.), he asked why i came. Being the pathological liar that I am, I fed him procrastination...(That's a lie. I do procrastinate. Lately, however, that's been a big problem. We'll go over this in a later paragraph.) and he jumped on it like... like... damn, where's a link to a news story when you really need one... (Britney Spears on the clippers? That sucked.). He was bailing out for some place called Applewood, and he suggested I find a doctor to fix it. Uh-huh. Really. Anyways, I started breaking down. I guess I had been crying for so long in the quack's office it became a habit. I felt like nuking him like this guy wants to Iran. So we leave, I say f*** a few times which a few autistic patients or preemies at the hospital might've heard, we go to the coffee shop. I get some coffee spiked with chocolate, problem solved.
Not really. Maybe I've been drowning depression in coffee. Probably not. But back to the main point, I have a premonition that it's going to resurface and bite me in the butt, (Which has slimmed down considerably, thank you very much growth spurts), as well as all the lies I'm telling. I'm so used to telling 'em I don't even think about the repercussions of my level of honesty. I've always wanted to say that.
I'm due for a load of bad karma.
And now, we cover procrastination.
I got an Xbox 360, spoiled bastard I am. I'm coming clean, I'm not on the internets as much because of it. So right after dinner, I read the paper, which in the first place is an incentive for me to get my lazy ass out of bed. In that way I fake doing homework. What happens?
Somehow, I manage to get every one done at lunch or study hall or whatnot. My paper comparing Narnia to the bible was 2 weeks overdue. Maybe I'll post it for you.
< And here we break for a nice game of Life. I suck at both lowercase and uppercase. We can't play Scrabble nor Cranium because my stepmother's mom don't speak Engrish. And no self-respecting manly man will play Risk. So we play Life. BrB.>
you. All right, the game was a failure.
Anyways, the same thing has been happening for LJ entries, except they never showed up on your computer screen. I never finished one. So finishing this one will be a step in the right direction. An even better motivator is boredom; being at my Dad's house, I'm bored. It's this, internets, or homework. So I treat you right with an LJ entry that's like stroking a cat.
Like stroking a cat backwards (the wrong way).
And to complete the Unholy Trinity of my faults, let's go over laziness.
Laziness is normal when you go to sleep at 10:30 and wake up at 6:30. Or not. Whatever. But I've stopped playing DDR, thanks to the Xbox 360. (The Xbox 360 helped me gain 10 pounds! This product really works!). They should come out with a DDR for the Xbox 360. That would be tight. But anyways, I'm lucky I'm staying steady at 150 pounds. I guess most of my classmates surpass me in weight. And muscle mass. But anyways, my lack of interest in DDR cost us the Intermural Dodgeball championship in the first round of the loser's bracket. I could say it was a headache that ate up my lunch time, but I'd be making excuses. Same goes for homework and procrastination. You see, the procrastination is driven by laziness. And there lurks the problem. This could get in the way of my becoming a DJ (an aspiration I have). So we fix it by my 15th birthday, May 25th, and I'm golden. Maybe I'll chronicle this.
Speaking of which, my Dad has offered to buy Cubase, my ticket to DJdom. My success hinges on DDR and my vanquishing of laziness.
Can I do it without procrastinating until my 16th birthday? Wait and find out.
-End Stream of Consciousness.-
And in other news:
My dad jumped the gun. Guess what I got for christmas?
Soccer stuff.
So there's also a motivation to start getting in shape or break my leg by summer's end. I better ask Casey Parker about this (If you're not from Benedictine, don't ask. I know nobody sees this, but if some guy accesses my LJ after a nuclear winter, I can make sure there's no hope for humanity within that guy.
Peace out, for now. Time to surf me some internets.
Why? I saw the psychiatrist. Anyone at school agrees I see one. What's going to sound corny coming from the boy who jumped off the bus and busted a few heads at school is...
I cried. I don't know why. I saw psychiatrists all the time from 4th to 8th grade. I cried all the time. I wondered why I couldn't be popular. I wondered why the hell I was so damn fat. I wondered if I should be there, at all. That's all fixed, but figuratively, I fixed it with Elmer's glue and scotch tape.
In depth interview:
My doctor who doles out prescriptions suggested I see another psychiatrist. Just in case. Apparently this shrink is world-renowned. So, we get an appointment. I get half the day of school off, which is tight. But anyways, before I decide to drive off the road with my SUV-train of thought and plow through a mall with the paragraph (Wait a bit to load, these guys need to reiterate that they're on your side. Anyway, for DUI, he's a pretty good driver.), he asked why i came. Being the pathological liar that I am, I fed him procrastination...(That's a lie. I do procrastinate. Lately, however, that's been a big problem. We'll go over this in a later paragraph.) and he jumped on it like... like... damn, where's a link to a news story when you really need one... (Britney Spears on the clippers? That sucked.). He was bailing out for some place called Applewood, and he suggested I find a doctor to fix it. Uh-huh. Really. Anyways, I started breaking down. I guess I had been crying for so long in the quack's office it became a habit. I felt like nuking him like this guy wants to Iran. So we leave, I say f*** a few times which a few autistic patients or preemies at the hospital might've heard, we go to the coffee shop. I get some coffee spiked with chocolate, problem solved.
Not really. Maybe I've been drowning depression in coffee. Probably not. But back to the main point, I have a premonition that it's going to resurface and bite me in the butt, (Which has slimmed down considerably, thank you very much growth spurts), as well as all the lies I'm telling. I'm so used to telling 'em I don't even think about the repercussions of my level of honesty. I've always wanted to say that.
I'm due for a load of bad karma.
And now, we cover procrastination.
I got an Xbox 360, spoiled bastard I am. I'm coming clean, I'm not on the internets as much because of it. So right after dinner, I read the paper, which in the first place is an incentive for me to get my lazy ass out of bed. In that way I fake doing homework. What happens?
Somehow, I manage to get every one done at lunch or study hall or whatnot. My paper comparing Narnia to the bible was 2 weeks overdue. Maybe I'll post it for you.
< And here we break for a nice game of Life. I suck at both lowercase and uppercase. We can't play Scrabble nor Cranium because my stepmother's mom don't speak Engrish. And no self-respecting manly man will play Risk. So we play Life. BrB.>
you. All right, the game was a failure.
Anyways, the same thing has been happening for LJ entries, except they never showed up on your computer screen. I never finished one. So finishing this one will be a step in the right direction. An even better motivator is boredom; being at my Dad's house, I'm bored. It's this, internets, or homework. So I treat you right with an LJ entry that's like stroking a cat.
Like stroking a cat backwards (the wrong way).
And to complete the Unholy Trinity of my faults, let's go over laziness.
Laziness is normal when you go to sleep at 10:30 and wake up at 6:30. Or not. Whatever. But I've stopped playing DDR, thanks to the Xbox 360. (The Xbox 360 helped me gain 10 pounds! This product really works!). They should come out with a DDR for the Xbox 360. That would be tight. But anyways, I'm lucky I'm staying steady at 150 pounds. I guess most of my classmates surpass me in weight. And muscle mass. But anyways, my lack of interest in DDR cost us the Intermural Dodgeball championship in the first round of the loser's bracket. I could say it was a headache that ate up my lunch time, but I'd be making excuses. Same goes for homework and procrastination. You see, the procrastination is driven by laziness. And there lurks the problem. This could get in the way of my becoming a DJ (an aspiration I have). So we fix it by my 15th birthday, May 25th, and I'm golden. Maybe I'll chronicle this.
Speaking of which, my Dad has offered to buy Cubase, my ticket to DJdom. My success hinges on DDR and my vanquishing of laziness.
Can I do it without procrastinating until my 16th birthday? Wait and find out.
-End Stream of Consciousness.-
And in other news:
My dad jumped the gun. Guess what I got for christmas?
Soccer stuff.
So there's also a motivation to start getting in shape or break my leg by summer's end. I better ask Casey Parker about this (If you're not from Benedictine, don't ask. I know nobody sees this, but if some guy accesses my LJ after a nuclear winter, I can make sure there's no hope for humanity within that guy.
Peace out, for now. Time to surf me some internets.