Giving this way more thought than it deserves...
Well, hello there Live Journal. How HAVE you been? Good? That's good, I'm so pleased for you.
How have I been? Moi? Well, how much time do you HAVE Live Journal?
:D?
I'll try and nutshell-i-fy it all. Last night, let's start with that. From 6:30 to 3:30 I was at the Valley Mall Theater, waiting for the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince premier. Considering I've NEVER done that before, and considering that we (our group of TEN PEOPLE) had the privilege of occupying the very FIRST spot in line, it was very exciting. Although killing the 5 1/2 hours until the movie actually started was an issue.
It mostly went by due to excessive amounts of junk food, Apples to Apples and waiting in line for the aforementioned excessive amounts of junk food. At one point, a movie theater...guy who worked there had popcorn and soda in a tray and was all like, "I have one large popcorn left!" I walked up to him and held out my hands expectantly. He hesitated and was all, "Well, it's seven dollars." I slowly lowered my hands, giving him a cross between a pout and a glare (it WAS almost midnight at that point). "You didn't SAY that," I informed him gravely, before turning and walking off.
At last, at 12:08 (roughly) the movie FINALLY started. First we had coming attractions, 2012, The Frog Princess, Shorts, etc. And then there was this trailer, which single-handedly gave me the biggest freak-out/emotional spasm of the night.
And then there was the movie, which was wonderful and delightful and hilarious and heart-wrenching and extremely long and my butt was numb by the time I had to drive home.
Oh, yes! I got my drivers license! And since that time I've backed over a fence and almost gotten into numerous small collisions. :D But mercifully, nobody or nothing important has been seriously damaged.
Erika came over...almost two weeks ago, I think. Maybe just a week. Week and a half? At some point. And that was a lovely wild week, full of Resident Evil 4 and quasi-gourmet foodstuffs.
Of course, it was somewhat ruined by the fact that I was moody, easily irritated, sleeping too much, over-emotional, plagued by feelings of constant guilt and, up to one week ago, bordering on suicidal.
Last Thursday, I went to the doctor and was officially diagnosed with moderately severe clinical depression. Most people's reaction to this so far has been, "....YOU?!" I can't say I really blame them. These symptoms have been present in one way or another for the past two years. Ish.
I've got a prescription for an antidepressant, but for now I'm taking some natural supplements (5 HTP, mostly) and we'll see how that goes. And then there's the need for diet, exercise, proactive hobbies, blah blah blah.
Remarkably, the worst I felt was last week, in the space between the Thursday where a particularly poignant sermon awoke all these feelings and the Thursday where I finally, officially got diagnosed. Now, the simple fact that the way I've been feeling and functioning for months on end has a NAME is a great relief.
I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm going to get there, one way or another. I'm not quite hopeful yet, but I'm getting there. :)
And I got a henna tattoo! :D
...that's it. How are YOU all?
How have I been? Moi? Well, how much time do you HAVE Live Journal?
:D?
I'll try and nutshell-i-fy it all. Last night, let's start with that. From 6:30 to 3:30 I was at the Valley Mall Theater, waiting for the Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince premier. Considering I've NEVER done that before, and considering that we (our group of TEN PEOPLE) had the privilege of occupying the very FIRST spot in line, it was very exciting. Although killing the 5 1/2 hours until the movie actually started was an issue.
It mostly went by due to excessive amounts of junk food, Apples to Apples and waiting in line for the aforementioned excessive amounts of junk food. At one point, a movie theater...guy who worked there had popcorn and soda in a tray and was all like, "I have one large popcorn left!" I walked up to him and held out my hands expectantly. He hesitated and was all, "Well, it's seven dollars." I slowly lowered my hands, giving him a cross between a pout and a glare (it WAS almost midnight at that point). "You didn't SAY that," I informed him gravely, before turning and walking off.
At last, at 12:08 (roughly) the movie FINALLY started. First we had coming attractions, 2012, The Frog Princess, Shorts, etc. And then there was this trailer, which single-handedly gave me the biggest freak-out/emotional spasm of the night.
And then there was the movie, which was wonderful and delightful and hilarious and heart-wrenching and extremely long and my butt was numb by the time I had to drive home.
Oh, yes! I got my drivers license! And since that time I've backed over a fence and almost gotten into numerous small collisions. :D But mercifully, nobody or nothing important has been seriously damaged.
Erika came over...almost two weeks ago, I think. Maybe just a week. Week and a half? At some point. And that was a lovely wild week, full of Resident Evil 4 and quasi-gourmet foodstuffs.
Of course, it was somewhat ruined by the fact that I was moody, easily irritated, sleeping too much, over-emotional, plagued by feelings of constant guilt and, up to one week ago, bordering on suicidal.
Last Thursday, I went to the doctor and was officially diagnosed with moderately severe clinical depression. Most people's reaction to this so far has been, "....YOU?!" I can't say I really blame them. These symptoms have been present in one way or another for the past two years. Ish.
I've got a prescription for an antidepressant, but for now I'm taking some natural supplements (5 HTP, mostly) and we'll see how that goes. And then there's the need for diet, exercise, proactive hobbies, blah blah blah.
Remarkably, the worst I felt was last week, in the space between the Thursday where a particularly poignant sermon awoke all these feelings and the Thursday where I finally, officially got diagnosed. Now, the simple fact that the way I've been feeling and functioning for months on end has a NAME is a great relief.
I'm not out of the woods yet, but I'm going to get there, one way or another. I'm not quite hopeful yet, but I'm getting there. :)
And I got a henna tattoo! :D
...that's it. How are YOU all?