Which Willy Wonka character are you?
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Woot for updates! In "poetic enough" there are TWO BRAND NEW SECTIONS - my online dream journal, and some photography that isn't up quite yet but I'm working on it. Totally check out the dream journal. It's always interesting.
In other news, I'm having an artistry skin care and makeup party at my house today. I'm so excited! Patricia, who's, like, the nicest person in the world, is coming over and it's going to be tres fun. And PV. And Joe's right...at the end of the month, I literally will be about 100 points short of reaching 1,000. Grr.
Sometimes, I truly believe that my subconscious is far more intelligent than I am.
First of all...
kiss on the lips - you're sweet and simple but
quite daring. you move for the kill confidently
knowing the other person wants the same thing.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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Funny cause it's true.
Your alter poet is Allen Ginsberg. Quick, go nuts,
because THIS IS GOOD FOR YOU!
Who is Your Alter Poet?
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Also funny, because I love Allen Ginsberg - and the poem quoted at the bottom, I performed last semester in my oral interp class. Rock on, "America".
This is the time for my to declare that I hate, with a passion, my dentist. On short notice, I went today, expecting a few cavities. Not surprisingly, I have 3. That's not a huge deal. What I'm upset about is the fact that after 7 years of being told it wouldn't happen, I have to have my wisdom teeth out. This does NOT make me happy. My dentist says that even though I have a huge jaw and I have room for them, I have really wide molars, and they're growing in discolored, and one of them is pointing in a weird direction, and one is cutting the skin really bad. So for some reason, I'm having all four taken out. Before I go back to school.
Sometimes, life bites.
Updates! Several new quotes in "naughty words", both in movies and famous people. That's as ambitious as I'm getting for now.
I feel like crap. The past couple days has just been a spiral downward for me, and I don't know why - The last thing I want to do is raise my medication dosage, I want to save that for winter. At the rate I'm going though, I'll need a higher dose once a month. I've just been so down lately, and there's nothing I can really do about it. I have very short bursts of energy, seriously, about 40 seconds each, and then I'm down for the rest of the day. I've been snapping at everyone, crying sporatically, and I'm lucky I haven't had a major panic attack yet. I don't now what's wrong, which scares me even more - there really haven't been any triggers. I mean, I know I've been stressed with working almost 40 hours a week, plus qbiz, plus packing for school...but that shouldn't get to me like that. I love everything I'm doing, and I'm excited about going back to school. I really am. (OK, maybe I do kind of know what's triggering me, but I'm not getting in to it here. Plus, it shouldn't be this big of a deal anyway.) So, in conclusion, I'm a friggin nutcase. And I need to stop.
I feel like I should be able to do something to help myself, and I know other people expect me to be happy, too. But it's NOT like this is just a bad mood or something, where I can smile and pretend to be oK, and eventually, I'll be fine. It's just not like that. This is a disorder - several disorders, actually - and I can't just fix everything by thinking happy. I remember when I first went off of my medication and Ms. T warned me - she said something to the effect of, "I know you have asthma, and would you ever think of running without your inhaler? Of course not. So why would you think of living without your Paxil? It's the same thing - you just can't control it." And when you compare my bipolarity and OCD and SAD and all that crap to a real physical disorder like asthma, it makes me feel so much better about not being in control. There's nothing I can do. But I hate surrendering - I keep trying to "fix myself", and when I can't, it only makes me feel worse.
Plus, my mom wants me to sing for this stupid memorial service tomorrow. Dumb dead people.
From youmustchoose.com -
CHRISTMAS CHOICE: If you were Jesus Christ, which miracle would you use to impress the babes?
A: Water in to wine. Always cool on a date...
B: Resurrection. You're dead...but wait...you're ALIVE! Although not as subtle, still very impressive no matter what the scenario.
That actually made me laugh loud enough that my cat woke up.
Heh...It's funny cause it's true.
Threat rating: High. The Bush administration is
concerned that it may not get a second term.
Therefore, we are going to change the rules so
that each Democrat vote only counts as 0.2
votes because Democrat is a shorter word than
Republican
What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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And now, for the random quote of the day, courtesy of Nettie's away message....
A study was made for married couples. Only 20% of men kiss their wives goodbye when they leave the house. However, 99% of men kiss their houses goodbye when they leave their wives.
First of all - UPDATES! New quotes in "naughty words", as well as a BRAND NEW QUOTES SECTION! (ISUers, you have to check this out.) Also, a new rave in "generally, I like it".
So yay, go that.
Today, I'm thankful for the fact that I am strong, and determined, and have solid goals and a means to get them.
I haven't updated in a million years, have I? Let's see here...to begin with, it's my goal to be at 1000 pv by the end of the month. For those of you not involved in qbiz, that means I'll be getting a check for money. And a pretty good amount of money. And it's going to continually get bigger. And I'm REALLY happy.
On the 4th, we went to Ashley's as usual. That was fun, especially since Liz came and brought Willie and Mendoza. Karol impressed Mendoza with her belching talents, and I actually won goldfish from a carnie midget. What could be better? After the fireworks, the evening was completed with a concert by The Fabulous Janes, my new favorite local band. And let me tell you, the bass player's HOT. I think her name's Kerry?
On the 5th, I went down to the Taste of Chicago with Karol, Liz, and her "should be boyfriend" Todd. Todd's a very amusing person, which was enjoyable. I ended up eating 12 different things - my favorite of which were probably the ice cream products, but that's probably because I was hot. It was only about 90 degrees though, which wasn't nearly as bad as the past 2 years. We were going to listen to Sheryl Crow, but she came on late so we decided to leave. We missed the train by 5 minutes, leaving us to sit in the station and play battleship on my phone for an hour and a half. Karol and I, as a team, kicked Todd's and Liz's asses.
It won't stop raining in Chicago. I take Danny and Emily to swim lessons every day for the next two weeks, but it's supposed to rain until at least next Tuesday. Hopefully, they'll get a few lessons in and it will just storm in the afternoons...
And now, I'll leave you with my favorite Taste of Chicago picture. "Crab" rangoon? What do you suppose is really in it?
So I was writing in my journal last night (yes, I keep a journal, and no, this isn't it!), and I ended up with this sentence:
"It's as if every single emotion that I'm capable of has metamorphosed, so all I'm left with is a brimming amount of desire, trying to spill out of my mouth and in to his."
I'm so damn poetic.
Oh, and congrats to Pete Zielinski on being cast in his first big show! If I can get back to Chicago, I'll be there.