Thursday, March 9, 2006

Eek. I'm causing conflicts in my comments box. It's kind of funny. And if you haven't noticed already, I do think I have some mental illness of some manner... Not schizophrenia, since I don't hallucinate and nobody seems to think there's something that seriously wrong with me... I don't miss chunks of time, so it's not MPD/DID... And since I'm happy most of the time, it's not depression. I don't have violent moodswings for no reason, so I'm not bipolar. Incidentally, is it all that hard to believe that I can laugh at myself? Maybe I was upset/pissed/stressed/whatever-you-want-to-call-it a couple days ago. But the next day, I was in a good mood... so is it difficult to believe that I could feel differently about things and have everything make me laugh? Including my own problems? No, I'm not menstrual, and I'm not schizo, I'm just a teenager. Teenagers are strange. Teenagers don't make sense. They have crazy hormones and stuff. Now that I've established that I CAN feel different from day to day about the same thing, we'll move on to a different topic. I started playing guitar a little bit last night and this morning... It hurts my fingers like all hell... Lol. I can play "twinkle twinkle little star" and "aura lee"... and that's about the extent of my expertise right now... I need a pick. I was using my thumbnail, but I kept missing the damn string cuz my nail was too short... I think having long fingers is gonna be a pain in the ass... I kept putting my lefthand fingers on the wrong strings cuz I'm not used to guitar yet... I'm sure I'll get used to it quickly enough... I gotta work on my research paper sometime this weekend, so booyeah for that. *rolls eyes* What a tiresome event. I'm sure once I finish with the actual "research" part of the "research paper" then I'll be good to go. Research is tiresome when you don't really give a shit about the topic and basically are only doing it cuz you have a gun to your head... Figuratively speaking. Get this: I kid you not. I got bit by a ladybug until it drew blood. Granted, it was less blood than a pinprick would draw, but I mean, a ladybug, for the love of god! They're just little tiny things. My thumb was all itchy and stuff for half an hour afterwards. Now it's just got a little red dot on it to show that the skin was broken clear through... The damn thing was just sitting there chewing on my thumb! I thought maybe when it realized it was outside and not in the bathroom window anymore, it'd let go, but no, it just sat there going "nyah nyah nyah nyah" gnawing on my poor thumb... I didn't want to flick it away, because I think it had half its little face buried in my flesh, and the last thing I wanted was to have a ladybug's body go flying off while its head stayed behind, embedded in my flesh, like a tick or something. Parasitic bastard. Well, I'm gonna go wander about... ~SJ "I find, there's a vampire in my mind when I'm dreaming of you. I don't know why there's a vampire in my mind. You gotta believe me, I'm a regular guy."

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