bones and glimmers
We have decided to call whatever it is we have, instead of a relationship, a pirate ship. Because. I don't think I've really laughed in a while, it was nice to be able to.
Joined some communities on lj this morning, it's not good for me to be stuck in my head so much. And I can post all the wordage in these places instead of throwing it away. Maybe I will improve, that would be nice.
I'm going to talk to the psych about my new meds, my pulse is always racing now, that doesnt seem right. That and I've gone from 130 to 108 in about three weeks. which cant be good. although my hip bones look amazing. And my wrists look very pretty, I like them a lot now. But the anxiety is really bothering me.
Trying to focus less on relationship affairs, I know I'll end up regretting it if I dont. I've probably already lost my scholarship from letting myself get too wrapped up in it. I feel like such a defect, why can't I ever know these things when they're happening?
I have been promised a Massive Party of Intoxication soon by H. And as C is having a Rockstar Party, it looks like some fun is finally on the way. I need to buy a corset, new stilettos, and new fishnets for the Rockstar Party. That and figure out what to do with my hair, which I may be cutting off. Its very long know, which is nice as I can do more with it, but I think it makes me look too sweet. I have enough problems with people thinking I'm twelve or something without long fluffy hair added in. All parties have forbidden me to shave my head or get a soft mohawk, so I'll have to keep looking.
Stayed up until forever mounting portfolio pieces last night, finished and went to bed exhausted, jeans and all. I'm completely drained. The other depressing thing is that I always make friends on the last day of classes. I'm not entirely sure why this is, I think stress makes people bond. But now I have a few friends that I will not be seeing again as they are transferring. Perhaps I was Nero in another life, maybe that's why God plays spiteful games. Oh well. C is going abroad, I'm going to miss her terribly, knowing her she's probably not coming back.
I was informed by D that my speech and writing were very strange. I haven't the faintest idea how to respond to that, so I just thanked him and skittered away. Yay for awkwardness.
Joined some communities on lj this morning, it's not good for me to be stuck in my head so much. And I can post all the wordage in these places instead of throwing it away. Maybe I will improve, that would be nice.
I'm going to talk to the psych about my new meds, my pulse is always racing now, that doesnt seem right. That and I've gone from 130 to 108 in about three weeks. which cant be good. although my hip bones look amazing. And my wrists look very pretty, I like them a lot now. But the anxiety is really bothering me.
Trying to focus less on relationship affairs, I know I'll end up regretting it if I dont. I've probably already lost my scholarship from letting myself get too wrapped up in it. I feel like such a defect, why can't I ever know these things when they're happening?
I have been promised a Massive Party of Intoxication soon by H. And as C is having a Rockstar Party, it looks like some fun is finally on the way. I need to buy a corset, new stilettos, and new fishnets for the Rockstar Party. That and figure out what to do with my hair, which I may be cutting off. Its very long know, which is nice as I can do more with it, but I think it makes me look too sweet. I have enough problems with people thinking I'm twelve or something without long fluffy hair added in. All parties have forbidden me to shave my head or get a soft mohawk, so I'll have to keep looking.
Stayed up until forever mounting portfolio pieces last night, finished and went to bed exhausted, jeans and all. I'm completely drained. The other depressing thing is that I always make friends on the last day of classes. I'm not entirely sure why this is, I think stress makes people bond. But now I have a few friends that I will not be seeing again as they are transferring. Perhaps I was Nero in another life, maybe that's why God plays spiteful games. Oh well. C is going abroad, I'm going to miss her terribly, knowing her she's probably not coming back.
I was informed by D that my speech and writing were very strange. I haven't the faintest idea how to respond to that, so I just thanked him and skittered away. Yay for awkwardness.