i've decided that the beautiful thing about bipolarity is that sometimes it allows you to experience the entire range of emotions in a matter of minutes. tonight i had a conversation that utterly depressed me. and i cried. not fifteen minutes later did i have a conversation that made me utterly ecstatic. and i cried. i think this is living ( Read more... )

lunch with stressica got postponed until today. her sister's coming, so that should relieve a little of the tension. but, in true stressica fashion, she text messaged and called me a total of 8 times yesterday, including a call at 1:42 this morning. which ordinarily would've been fine, being that i don't sleep much of the time. but last night, ( Read more... )

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what is it about the gas station that makes people compliment my smile? i swear. one minute i'm being mistaken for a boy, and the next i'm at the gas station, listening to the man in front of me tell the cashier "what a lovely smile this young lady has." sort of bizarre, no? very rarely do strangers compliment me. most often, though, this ( Read more... )

this may even make me like christmas decorations...

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something strange is happening today. the winds are changing or something. when i looked out my window, i half expected to see mary poppins floating her happy ass down from the sky. i've been contacted in one way or another by each one of my ex-girlfriends today. no seriously. i have talked to, e-mailed, or text messaged with every person i've ( Read more... )

despite my reservations, i was able to finish the paper yesterday, and sent it off on time. i find solace in the fact that all college quarters and semesters are ending soon and i am writing the last paper i will have to write for a while (but ask me in a week or two and i'll probably tell you that i miss it already). yeah, so this paper is due ( Read more... )

again, i'm here. i have a paper due by 4-ish this afternoon and i just can't make myself write. had i been smart, i would have started this shit days ago. but instead i went camping. but this was quite the educational camping trip. i learned that i can fit in the dryers in the laundromat at lake cachuma. i learned that no one should ever eat ( Read more... )

so, camping it is. yes, we realize it's been painfully cold. yes, we realize we have not adequately prepared for said camping trip and will probably be found in the next few days by a park ranger. they won't find us the first day, because, really, no one in their right minds would go camping in this kind of weather. but therein lies the key. ( Read more... )

my problem has progressed. at this point i find it difficult to even calculate its severity. not only have i been consuming copious amounts of sex and the city at a very unhealthy pace, but today it happened. i fucking cried. in two separate episodes. and i can't even blame it on hormones. and then i did this and cried even more.


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