So yeah, about that "bipolar" thing. I go to this specialist, and you know what the son of a bitch does? He talks to me for literally FIFTEEN MINUTES before deciding that I'm bipolar. Oh, but not just fifteen minutes to decide I'm bipolar, fifteen minutes to decide that I'm bipolar and need to be put on 200 mg of some fucking mood stabilizer (that ( Read more... )

I don't use this site anymore. There's a pretty easy explanation for that... I don't really need to. I'll get to that later.

So, I went for two big assessments. This guy who specializes in ADHD. Accessibility services sent me to him, and paid for it too. Fantastic, considering the three appointment assessment costs $1000.

The important thing is ( Read more... )

Brace yourselves. There will be a post soon, but if Carrie knew how late I'm up, as sick as I am, she'd have my fucking head. At the moment, I'm having an amazing time doing this play. Except for the times I feel like I should be having an amazing time but instead feel empty. My cast-mates are amazing and wonderful and we have so much fun... except ( Read more... )

Very, very soon, I'm going to make a big long post about my life. But right now, I am slightly too drunk, and definitely too depressed.

This is Carrie. Christopher told me to post this for him:

Pick one word from each pair that you think describes me the best and comment with your choices. Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you.

* dominant or submissive
* logical or intuitive
* social or loner
* kinky or vanilla
* cute or sophisticated
* kitten or ( Read more... )

I had planned to write an update here tonight, but instead I played video games. I really do want to write something here soon though. Carrie and I agreed today that I don't write here anymore because I don't really need to. Well, that's what I think most of the time. Sometimes, when I'm being pessimistic, I think it to be more the fact that not ( Read more... )

 Urgh, God damn it all. This is just *exactly* the way I used to feel in these situations. I thought I was so past this.

 Also... I need a haircut. I looked in the mirror, and I thought... I think this is it. I think I need a haircut. Maybe it's just because it's 4 in the morning, but... I need to think about this. This is big.

Not only are the lyrics to the song "Operator" by some Canadian girl named Shiloh pretty shitty, but I find the blatant way in which it looks down on the small dog toting, Starbucks drinking, thinly-veiled Paris Hilton clone actually fairly offensive. So fuck you, Shiloh, for thinking you are better than anyone else ( Read more... )

 Last night was one of those times when I really envied the U.S.'s patriotism. I mean, it was incredible; I just felt so proud to be a human being at such a time. Hell, Carrie said it was possible one of the first times she was proud to be (technically) an American ( Read more... )