September 2011
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What I was trying to explain
last week when I posted about depression: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychomotor_retardation ^ This, this, this, thisthisthisthisthisthisthis
I have fantasies of a good fall scenic drive →
And I’m sure taking a few weeks off of school to visit these places is totally acceptable, no?
Notables from Friday thus:
I biked over to the Post Office only to find that they did not have my package and it would be there “tomorrow” which is what they told me YESTERDAY and I’m not sure why it wasn’t just delivered to the apartment complex’s main building, like every other package ever. I like Where’s Waldo, but not when it involves me, the Post Office and my package.
I would...
If only there were a guaranteed success rate... →
Even still. Taking notes.
I have been pretty lax lately in my Tumblr-ing, but I’ve been a busy lady! But propped on the couch with a pulled quad muscle and no work tonight, I thought I’d just say, I’m still alive! Just class, work, soccer (casual indoor league where I made my muscle unhappy) and the occasional shenanigans. I have thought of a few things I’d like to post about, maybe over the...
“It’s so easy to laugh/ It’s so easy to hate/ It takes strength to be gentle and...”
– Morrissey
“Fear is inevitable, I have to accept that, but I cannot allow it to paralyze me.”
– Isabel Allende, The Sum of Our Days: A Memoir (via bookmania)
My new mantra.
side effect of antidepressants that sucks: Anxiety. Ugh get me out of here, get me out of here, get me out of here. I can’t.
Sad R.E.M. fans, I have a few journalistic goodies...
First: http://www.spin.com/articles/spins-10-all-time-favorite-rem-moments?utm_source=spinfacebook&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=spinfacebook
This is probably more for the knowledgeable REM lover than the casual fan, but still a wide array of interesting performances, if you care. Second: http://popsongs.wordpress.com/category/ask-michael-stipe/
An old(er) series (2008) wherein Michael...
I (probably) have a fever
…and the prescription is most likely not more cowbell. Also, I feel like I’ve made that joke before. I’ll chalk my recycled humor up to the mounting fever, headache and apathy that are overcoming my body as I type.
So, candles.
I used to hate candles. Well, that’s probably not entirely accurate. I just didn’t realize understand or enjoy their purpose, especially when I got them as gifts. When I was 11. I still am wary of them; I personally think they’re over loaded with fragrances that send me into a headache-fueled rage whenever I am in a candle store or section (similar to walking into a Bath and Body...
On The Word Slut
thefrenemy:
(or using it as a derogatory word for another girl)
I don’t get offended by a lot of words. Frankly, you could go up to my face and call me a slut and I’d just be like ‘no I’m not, I stay home mostly and watch Food Network and maybe you should call me a creepy shut-in instead.’ That shit rolls off my shoulders, and it never pushed me into a lecture and a rage every time I heard it...
Eyeballs/lashes.
Oh I forgot, not that this is anything important or super noteworthy, but I was all about it, ‘cause I’m vain. So. You know. Yesterday at work (I feel like that’s how most of my stories begin nowadays, ergh)…
some lady, while at the end of the transaction, stared at my face for approx. 6 years and asked me what kind of mascara I use. To which I replied that it’s...
The Frenemy.: Things That Piss Me Off →
thefrenemy:
People who walk three at a time on the sidewalk, usually high school girls, who are linking arms and skipping down the street like I have NOWHERE to go I HAVE SOMEWHERE TO GO
When the outfit I love is great but doesn’t come in my size, like little elves come in the store and are aware I need…
Why do I feel like this girl lives INSIDE MY HEAD.
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And in mounting evidence to support my coolness...
I bought a jean vest (I almost put “jean jacket vest” or “sleeveless jean vest” but I’m pretty sure that’s redundant) that looks pretty much as follows: Not really a good reason except it was ten bucks and I’ve always wanted one, for whatever reason. Maybe because I have an overwhelming desire to be Bruce Springsteen 25 years ago. Or I like impractical...
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On the bright side:
In losing a friend, I have seen how many friends I have that do care about me and are there for me. If you’re reading this, your friendship is appreciated and I love you. So fortunate to have great people on my life, though it’s unfortunate that I had to lose a friend to realize it.
"Scrubs" life lessons
Hey newbie. You know what your problem is? …Turns out, you can’t save people from themselves. —Dr. Cox
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“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and...”
– -F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Beautiful and Damned
(via lifeisyourmovie)
To You:
I sent you a message, against your wishes. But to contain the grief at the loss of such an valuable friendship and not at least try to let you know that I will feel the loss immensely, is not possible. That’s selfish of me and I accept that. I accept that I am selfish and I want you in my life. But I’m not asking for that, because I want you to be happy. But goddamnit, all I’m...
I have to go to work and feel like I’ve just been slapped in the face. Not the best time to receive news that someone you deeply care about doesn’t want you in their life anymore. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
Sometimes, I get really excited for my career.
Some of the claseses I’m currently taking I’m less than excited about, because they’re more science based or less involved in the aspects of speech-language pathology that I really enjoy. However, a class that constantly gets me motivated for my future is Stuttering. At some points in the class, I get so overwhelmed with emotion, particularly empathy, that I feel like I might...
OH BY THE WAY
I met my husband last night.
…okay, let me explain. As I may have told some of you at some point, any guy that sees the connection between my tattoo and the Tom Petty and the Heartbreaker’s logo I will instantly marry (his consent really is nonnegotiable). Most people don’t comment on my tattoo period, but no one ever asks if there’s any sort of connection. LAST NIGHT AT...
Ah, good ol' problematic sloganing.
I’m briefly interrupting my own homework process to rant/discuss something that probably no one else cares about. Which is fine, this tumblr/blog is an entirely narcissistic production. Anywho. So this article (http://www.xojane.com/fashion/good-news-girls-t-shirts-courtesy-target) discusses the positive messages found on a few Target shirts, stating, “Play like a Girl, Beat the...
WatchThis is not super wonderful amazing, but it’s sort of a cloudy day and I was digging this song. “Dancing in the Dark” —originally by Bruce Springsteen, though there is a pretty great Pete Yorn cover out there too.
Bluebird
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pur whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there.
there’s a bluebird in my heart...
gamblers all
sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way, and you walk to the bathroom, do your toilet, see that face in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my, but you comb your hair anyway, get into your street clothes, feed the cats, fetch the newspaper of horror, place it on...
It's a Bukowski night.
How Is Your Heart? during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores I always had this certain contentment- I wouldn’t call it happiness- it was more of an inner balance that settled for whatever was occurring and it helped in the factories and when relationships went wrong with the girls.
I also just realized
upon looking at the album covers on my wall, that I have a man’s ass and a man’s package, both right next to each other (for reference, Born in the USA and Sticky Fingers, respectively). I feel a little creepy. But not enough to move them around.
Also: the caffeine may or may not have kicked in. Weeeee
Obvious word to the wise (actually, the wise are...
No good ideas occur at 4 AM (or later). Now my left eyebrow is uncomfortably overplucked.
Ranting: Celebrity Style
Okay, so anyone that knows me fairly well knows I’m not into celebrity news or gossip; I frankly find it a waste of (fucking) time. However, in all the headlines and new bits and pieces flashed across the top, bottom and sides of seemingly every website, this little gem caught my attention: “Well, it’s a situation where Jon may be accepting of mediocre for his kids and working a...
Profound statement of the day:
I like stalking packages online but I do not like Words with Friends. I am terminating my relationship with the latter. And wishing I had more packages to stalk.
The original version (Fleetwood Mac). Mmm so good....
Perception.
“I’m glad you’re comfortable now. You’re so funny!” A girl I work with said this today, reflecting upon how quiet I was when I first started at work, and other than soaking up the small ego boost of being called “funny”, I truly was glad— I think that people often get the wrong perception of me because they don’t know me, due both to the...
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I'll admit it: I'm lonely.
That doesn’t mean I want advice on how to better make friends; I’m doing what I can based on my schedule. It doesn’t mean that I want reassurance that moving to a new place is hard, that it takes time; I know, and that’s fine. But it doesn’t change the fact that sometimes, I wish I had friends texting me, “What are you up to?” or “Let’s go out...
