Howdy.
Hello friends.
Long time no post, eh?
It could be a sign that I'm going downhill though. I haven't felt the need to post here for a while...but now I do. I'm lonely. Quite lonely.
I realize that sometimes I'm not exactly the best at keeping in touch with friends...but then I get angry when I see that in the meantime they've become closer with other people that they know, which is perfectly natural of them. I dislike that it bothers me so much.
Sigh.
I keep forgetting to take my happy pills. It was hard to remember to take them because they were on my desk, and my desk was a mess, and so I couldn't see the bottle....heh.
In other news...I have a nose piercing. In case none of you knew this already.
And I have a facebook note with a bunch of new poetry in it. So you can check that out if you're bored or willing to torture yourself.
Shakespeare camp starts on Monday. The CUBUS booksale thing is on Monday too...which sucks because I have to take the stupid train down there and such. Not cool. Not cool.
I haven't seen my shrink in a long time...she had to have hip surgery. :(
Frowny face.
Last time I didn't see her in a while was around Spring Musical.
We went 3 weeks without seeing each other. That lead to some badness.
I kind of...alienated my friends (friend?) and now nothing has been the same between us since. It doesn't bother me as much as it did. It bothered me too much for a long time. So much, infact, that there was some fun time spent with my scalpel. The scar hasn't gone away. My hand turned blue. A purpleish blue. It was fascinating. But wrong. Wrong of me to revert to that.
Though there is good news. When I cleaned out my room at my aunt's house, so I could move back to my house (which, we have officially been living in for about 2 months now), I threw away the scalpel. And the rest of the dissection kit.
So it's gone now.
My broken CDs do still remain in my CD case though. I can't deny that.
And I'm a Peer Educator with Planned Parenthood now (or, will be as soon as I'm done training).
And I haven't started working on college essays or my quilt square and OH MY GOD I'm going to be a senior.
That's pretty much how my thoughts have been working out.
I've watched a lot of Bones this week...just because I felt like rewatching all of the episodes.
It's such a good show.
I don't even know what to say anymore. I feel weird about writing in here again.
I think I missed it.
Maybe I'll post again soon.
Long time no post, eh?
It could be a sign that I'm going downhill though. I haven't felt the need to post here for a while...but now I do. I'm lonely. Quite lonely.
I realize that sometimes I'm not exactly the best at keeping in touch with friends...but then I get angry when I see that in the meantime they've become closer with other people that they know, which is perfectly natural of them. I dislike that it bothers me so much.
Sigh.
I keep forgetting to take my happy pills. It was hard to remember to take them because they were on my desk, and my desk was a mess, and so I couldn't see the bottle....heh.
In other news...I have a nose piercing. In case none of you knew this already.
And I have a facebook note with a bunch of new poetry in it. So you can check that out if you're bored or willing to torture yourself.
Shakespeare camp starts on Monday. The CUBUS booksale thing is on Monday too...which sucks because I have to take the stupid train down there and such. Not cool. Not cool.
I haven't seen my shrink in a long time...she had to have hip surgery. :(
Frowny face.
Last time I didn't see her in a while was around Spring Musical.
We went 3 weeks without seeing each other. That lead to some badness.
I kind of...alienated my friends (friend?) and now nothing has been the same between us since. It doesn't bother me as much as it did. It bothered me too much for a long time. So much, infact, that there was some fun time spent with my scalpel. The scar hasn't gone away. My hand turned blue. A purpleish blue. It was fascinating. But wrong. Wrong of me to revert to that.
Though there is good news. When I cleaned out my room at my aunt's house, so I could move back to my house (which, we have officially been living in for about 2 months now), I threw away the scalpel. And the rest of the dissection kit.
So it's gone now.
My broken CDs do still remain in my CD case though. I can't deny that.
And I'm a Peer Educator with Planned Parenthood now (or, will be as soon as I'm done training).
And I haven't started working on college essays or my quilt square and OH MY GOD I'm going to be a senior.
That's pretty much how my thoughts have been working out.
I've watched a lot of Bones this week...just because I felt like rewatching all of the episodes.
It's such a good show.
I don't even know what to say anymore. I feel weird about writing in here again.
I think I missed it.
Maybe I'll post again soon.