Spring Break Update Bash 2003!!! WOOOOOOO!
Okay, just kidding, there's nothing to be excited about ever.
Something in my brain won't let me be happy for more than a very short time, I'm in Indiana, and there is a fucking Inspector Gadget 2. Yes. 2. And you thought there was a god. (well, if you're reading my journal, you probably didn't, but I digress.)
Wrote a paper today. Did my taxes and my fafsa. Sent out the check for my advance deposit(See, leiby, settle down).
So, this girl I don't know, and who doesn't live anywhere near either of my homes, keeps hitting on me on AIM. Then she finds out I'm bi. Then she's a christian bigot at me. Then I lecture her(she's only 16). Then she apologizes. Then she hits on me. then then then.
I told my mom today that patting the back of your neck with the palm of your hand was sign language for "put dick in me". She believed me, but then I came clean and told her it was bullshit. Then, I vowed to do it so she could see when we are in a crowded place in the near future. =D She will laugh so hard and be unwilling to explain why! VICTORY!
Maybe I should consider going back to counseling. It's just not normal to feel like this all the time. I am pretty sure I'm clincally depressed.. I have been blaming it on loneliness, but I've been thinking... If it were a result of brain chemicals, I wouldn't be sitting around crying "God, I don't have enough happy juice in my brain-brain!"... I just realize I'm sitting around fucking crying all the time (Yes, me, crying, all the time! Exciting times), grab something that I'm aware of that upsets me, and blame everything on it. So, maybe I should drop all my proud horse shit about "I'll never take psychoactives, it would change who I am!!!", and go talk to someone about taking some pills.
Yay depressy-rant!
Something in my brain won't let me be happy for more than a very short time, I'm in Indiana, and there is a fucking Inspector Gadget 2. Yes. 2. And you thought there was a god. (well, if you're reading my journal, you probably didn't, but I digress.)
Wrote a paper today. Did my taxes and my fafsa. Sent out the check for my advance deposit(See, leiby, settle down).
So, this girl I don't know, and who doesn't live anywhere near either of my homes, keeps hitting on me on AIM. Then she finds out I'm bi. Then she's a christian bigot at me. Then I lecture her(she's only 16). Then she apologizes. Then she hits on me. then then then.
I told my mom today that patting the back of your neck with the palm of your hand was sign language for "put dick in me". She believed me, but then I came clean and told her it was bullshit. Then, I vowed to do it so she could see when we are in a crowded place in the near future. =D She will laugh so hard and be unwilling to explain why! VICTORY!
Maybe I should consider going back to counseling. It's just not normal to feel like this all the time. I am pretty sure I'm clincally depressed.. I have been blaming it on loneliness, but I've been thinking... If it were a result of brain chemicals, I wouldn't be sitting around crying "God, I don't have enough happy juice in my brain-brain!"... I just realize I'm sitting around fucking crying all the time (Yes, me, crying, all the time! Exciting times), grab something that I'm aware of that upsets me, and blame everything on it. So, maybe I should drop all my proud horse shit about "I'll never take psychoactives, it would change who I am!!!", and go talk to someone about taking some pills.
Yay depressy-rant!