There's little more I enjoy in this life than the electric feeling I get the night before travel. Psychologically, I think it has to do with satisfying my restless mind and alleviating the sense of isolation and powerlessness that comes with being stuck in Meadville. Augurally, I think it has to do with being a Sagittarius. Travel is refreshing and ( Read more... )

My unconscious mind always seems to know more than I do. Probably why my psyche's so jealous. The unconscious seems to punch my internal clock, managing circadian rhythms based on what my life needs. When I need one hour of sleep to bridge the gap between days in order to churn out a paper before a class, I get that. When I need sleep and don't ( Read more... )

"Clinical psychology. The branch of psychology that studies and treats emotional or behavioral disorders, especially in abnormal mentation ( Read more... )

"I am a man. I don't buy girl products." - George O'Malley, Grey's Anatomy ( Read more... )

When I came back for a little break, I had ten objectives that I wanted to accomplish before going back into the mire that is Meadville. Among those, I got all the furniture for my apartment, I got my computer repaired, I dyed my hair black again and had it cut short so I can flip it up, I went to see Barrick and Gray (not Daniels though), and ( Read more... )

These last few weeks have been restful and wonderful. I've seen my friends, spent time just being a person outside of any formal relationships, and just lost myself in a lifestyle of fatty foods and copious sleep. Sadly, that's all coming to an end and I'm about to start on a difficult summer of adjustment and expansion ( Read more... )

Okay, now I know I tend to dwell on my grad school dreams at an unhealthy level, but I think I might have actually figured it out this time. In deference to DeLamarter and a few other people who have heard me refer to Drexel's Clinical program and cringed, I think I want to go to the University of Pennsylvania's clinical psychology Ph.D. program ( Read more... )

I wasted Monday and Tuesday. Like Tina said last February, every time you say you're going to start something on a Monday, it gets deferred. I haven't worked out, done much of anything productive, and just lazed about comfortably. Until this afternoon, I was completely hedonistic, letting the world slide past me with no cognition of it. Pleasant ( Read more... )

Saturday I got to see Maritza. I woke around noon, showered and dressed in the white tux shirt with a black A-shirt and green cargo shorts with my green Adidas sneakers. I had my cheap sunglasses and felt the anticipation of a grammar school tot the night before the first day of school ( Read more... )

"Way down in the meadow by the willow tree, my poor little baby cries for me. Butterflies dancing in his hair, he's crying for somebody who isn't there. I'll sing to you a lullaby in your dreams, pretty little song goes like this ( Read more... )