I actually love love actually. I think that it is an amazing and fantastic show. one of my top five for sure. I love hugh grant too. Prostitutes are an odd phenomenon. as george carlin said... selling is legal, fucking is legal... so why the hell isn't selling fucking legal. I loved George Carlin, I went and saw him at abravanel hall once upon a time with my brother. My brother gets to do practicum stuff where he helps in therapy with people with a wide range of disorders. I'm jealous. I listened to an interesting podcast about dialectical behavior therapy. It's used to treat borderline personality disorder. I wonder how michelle is doing. I can't say whether i hope that it's good or bad. I'm not sure. Certain dry deodorant is the best... well, I guess technically it's an anti-persperant. Ants and the study of pheromones has always intrigued me. People that were giving oxytocin prior to being offered a business venture were 80% more likely to take the deal. I need a massage. my text messaging is all messed up. my phone is stupid and glitchy. damn dash. My glove box is broken. Vince broke it when we went to the gym. sad. I'm excited for winter, I get to wear gloves. yay! winter/fall i suppose. When all else fails by the ataris is such a good song. love it. My basset hound is so cute. he's getting old and has big ears. Barack obama kicks ass. I love wearing black shirts, they are so slimming. Johnny cash is fantastic. There are so many words for money in the english language. it reflects our values. There's a pointless message written on my mirror telling me to pay my hoa. I keep neglecting it. I'm hot like a left sink handle. When I was nine, my best friend was jason meyer. I won a poker tournament the other day. I had a pinball machine when i was little. It was kick ass. Once I had the chance between seeing the shows sigmund and freud and blue man group. If i would have known he was going to get mauled, i would have chosen the former. I need new chucks. Mine have holes and they are dirty. charles barkley was my favorite basketball player. He's got a gambling problem. The comedian Mitch Fatel cracks me up. Blueberry muffins are my favorite. I wish to shake it like a polaroid picture. the obadiah parker cover though. I love my blanket. it's so versatile. from summer to fall. I key a lot faster when I take a beta blocker. I <3 tiger army. billy goats are cute, sheep are baaaad. I wonder where monica lewinski is now. Canada is the biggest country on the continent of north america. My fifth grade teacher was Ms. Springer. I think, I may have made that up. The kkk tood my baby away. I haven't hung out with whitney in a long time. Cogito, ergo sum. i hate shopping carts with one bad wheel. stupid. I hate caves, I could never be a spelunker. phobias are silly. formicophilia is my favorite. the top 8 in myspace was stupid. talk about drama just waiting to happen. I always wanted a butler. maybe I still do. still waters run deep. i can't swim. Float on by modest mouse... i hated that song at first, but it subsequently grew on me. knockout mice are crazy. that definitely deserved the nobel prize. I watched tyson. pretty good. ala means wing in spanish. I love hispanic women. Only you can prevent forest fires. I need new make up. whoever decided to bottle and sell water was a genius. I wanted to go to a garage sale this year, I didn't. I won the spelling bee in sixth grade. My dad's original name was bethers. words with silent g's are weird. Kevin Smith is a smart man, I enjoy his films. I miss prince, it seems as if i haven't seen him in some time. :( i need to contact some people i haven't hung out with in a long time that I miss. namely brittany thatcher, janessa, and vince. I never was a fan of those jones sodas. overrated. ambien kicked in now I'm sedated. I'm elated, despite my bedtime being belated. insomnia is overrated. please disregard the shitty blog i've created :)
lucidity, I welcome you with open arms. I think we shall have a fun time tonight. i go to sleep now. grace me with your tender and comforting embrace.
xoxo
Friday, September 11, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
it feels like I'm trying to catch smoke
the new brand new album has grown on me quite a bit recently. Lyrically, I think it's much better than I anticipated. Maybe i just over-analyzed them, but they seem very deep and more complex than upon a cursory glance. I especially like "at the bottom" and "gasoline" at the moment. Noro is good too. and Vices is absolutely terrific. listen to them if you like brand new... or if you don't...
what an uneventful blog. damnit. c'est la vie I suppose.
kiss kiss.
what an uneventful blog. damnit. c'est la vie I suppose.
kiss kiss.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
attack of the panic!
This is from the deepest recesses of my recent struggle with panic attack/anxiety/depression
it was written a few weeks ago. and on klonopine and ambien. shortly after I had a panic attack. these are basically the thoughts that raced through my head at a million miles an hour.
I don't talk to a lot of my closer friends anymore, and all they see is this, so I figured I'd give them an update of what dark hole I'm trying to emerge from. (as of now, I have emerged some, and the panic, anxiety, etc. has gotten some better).
It's not coherent really. but deal with it.
alone,
solace, solitutde, solitary confinement, straight jacket confinement
it seems to be the path. a path that splits in two. a bipolar outcome
seems inevitable. Obsessed, the compulsions take over me. I'm attacked with
panic, my brain function is depressed, my heart beats anxious. narcissus,
your complexity has evaded me. anorexia, paranoia. delusion, or illusion,
do i even possess the mental faculties to tell. my attention races like my
heart would if it wasn't fixed in my chest. can you be phobic to life,
to time, to death.
klonopine, you calm me, a hacksaw to an infected limb.
ambien, you scatter my brain. attacks of ataxia, but not the sleep your
cylindrical bottle touts.
zoloft, I pray that you are the skilled surgeon that can remove the refuse
from my brain, the savior to set things right. so i can function, so i can
sleep, so I can be free from anxiety, and so I can be happy.
Lately I think of her. In fact her visage often awakes me in the night.
my arms, my legs, my face, my tongue tingle.. my heart beat races, my brain
fades in and out of coherence, and it seems as though my soul fades in and
out of existence. How could any one person be so cruel? More importantly how
can I keep that from jading me for the rest of my life? I'm lost in this life.
I'm 26, I don't know what I want to do with my life. I have no promising
career path, no significant other, few friends I can count on, and as a person
I have absolutely no clue who I am. How do I figure that out? how do i
realize what my passions are if haven't the slightest clue.
How do i stand up to people. How do I conquer the world. How do I realize
that life is short, and to let my behaviors be influenced by what others
think is absolutely asinine. Do I really care what strangers think of me...
am I really that scared of looking foolish in front of people. Why? and more
importantly, how the hell do i fix that. How can a person live a life not
being able to call and order a pizza, to talk on the phone to people that
are friends, let alone talk to a girl I've never met. what is my short time
strategy for life, what is my long term strategy? How do I make myself a
better person, how do I get up the courage, the energy, and the strength to
face the day... and if by some miracle I do get up to face the day, how
do I make that happy. How to I make me happy. How to I stop being so tired,
so shy, so lethargic and lazy. How do I actualize this potential that everybody
seems to think I have. What impetus is it going to take for me to change my life
I have faced a confluence of detriments lately. In the
middle of a shit storm, i imagine the best course of action would be to get
an umbrella and a shovel. I don't have either of those, and I don't know where
the fuck to find them.
I'm lonely. I don't have anybody I can relate with. i'm unhappy. i just want
life to be fun. i just want to be happy
the problem is three pronged (which probably have their own prongs)
1. anxiety, panic attacks, social phobia... the shit that just makes me
the way I am.
2.I have no confidants, nobody I feel that is on my level that I can share
anything with... It just seems like I'm alone in this world, and I have nobody
that truly understands me. I feel superior to everyone else, conceited or not,
I don't feel like anybody can relate to me.
3. I have no emotionally intimate companion. Nobody I can sit down with to
rub my back, ask me how my day went, cuddle with me, and just be there for
me all thee time lookin forward to seeing me as much as i look forward to
see her...
i wonder if I'll ever get married?
or if i'll be alone forever.
there needs to be an outline, a recovery plan. short term. long term.
how do i meet friends?
how do i walk better?
how do i dress better?
how do i make my life more interesting?
how do i live a life that gives me pleasure?
brain storm of solutions.
relaxation techniques
klonopine
beta blockers
therapy
hypnosis
biofeedback
yoga
acupuncture
eat healthy
vitamin d
exercise
meticulous house, meticulous mind
meticulous organization, same thing
go to the U and research panic disorder, social phobia, anxiety disorders
what does two years from now hold? what do I want it to hold? How do I make
these things come true?
what is my purpose in life?
Who am i as a person?
who do i want to be as a person?
what people do i want to surround myself with?
how do i go about finding those people?
fuck. fuck. fuck.
it was written a few weeks ago. and on klonopine and ambien. shortly after I had a panic attack. these are basically the thoughts that raced through my head at a million miles an hour.
I don't talk to a lot of my closer friends anymore, and all they see is this, so I figured I'd give them an update of what dark hole I'm trying to emerge from. (as of now, I have emerged some, and the panic, anxiety, etc. has gotten some better).
It's not coherent really. but deal with it.
alone,
solace, solitutde, solitary confinement, straight jacket confinement
it seems to be the path. a path that splits in two. a bipolar outcome
seems inevitable. Obsessed, the compulsions take over me. I'm attacked with
panic, my brain function is depressed, my heart beats anxious. narcissus,
your complexity has evaded me. anorexia, paranoia. delusion, or illusion,
do i even possess the mental faculties to tell. my attention races like my
heart would if it wasn't fixed in my chest. can you be phobic to life,
to time, to death.
klonopine, you calm me, a hacksaw to an infected limb.
ambien, you scatter my brain. attacks of ataxia, but not the sleep your
cylindrical bottle touts.
zoloft, I pray that you are the skilled surgeon that can remove the refuse
from my brain, the savior to set things right. so i can function, so i can
sleep, so I can be free from anxiety, and so I can be happy.
Lately I think of her. In fact her visage often awakes me in the night.
my arms, my legs, my face, my tongue tingle.. my heart beat races, my brain
fades in and out of coherence, and it seems as though my soul fades in and
out of existence. How could any one person be so cruel? More importantly how
can I keep that from jading me for the rest of my life? I'm lost in this life.
I'm 26, I don't know what I want to do with my life. I have no promising
career path, no significant other, few friends I can count on, and as a person
I have absolutely no clue who I am. How do I figure that out? how do i
realize what my passions are if haven't the slightest clue.
How do i stand up to people. How do I conquer the world. How do I realize
that life is short, and to let my behaviors be influenced by what others
think is absolutely asinine. Do I really care what strangers think of me...
am I really that scared of looking foolish in front of people. Why? and more
importantly, how the hell do i fix that. How can a person live a life not
being able to call and order a pizza, to talk on the phone to people that
are friends, let alone talk to a girl I've never met. what is my short time
strategy for life, what is my long term strategy? How do I make myself a
better person, how do I get up the courage, the energy, and the strength to
face the day... and if by some miracle I do get up to face the day, how
do I make that happy. How to I make me happy. How to I stop being so tired,
so shy, so lethargic and lazy. How do I actualize this potential that everybody
seems to think I have. What impetus is it going to take for me to change my life
I have faced a confluence of detriments lately. In the
middle of a shit storm, i imagine the best course of action would be to get
an umbrella and a shovel. I don't have either of those, and I don't know where
the fuck to find them.
I'm lonely. I don't have anybody I can relate with. i'm unhappy. i just want
life to be fun. i just want to be happy
the problem is three pronged (which probably have their own prongs)
1. anxiety, panic attacks, social phobia... the shit that just makes me
the way I am.
2.I have no confidants, nobody I feel that is on my level that I can share
anything with... It just seems like I'm alone in this world, and I have nobody
that truly understands me. I feel superior to everyone else, conceited or not,
I don't feel like anybody can relate to me.
3. I have no emotionally intimate companion. Nobody I can sit down with to
rub my back, ask me how my day went, cuddle with me, and just be there for
me all thee time lookin forward to seeing me as much as i look forward to
see her...
i wonder if I'll ever get married?
or if i'll be alone forever.
there needs to be an outline, a recovery plan. short term. long term.
how do i meet friends?
how do i walk better?
how do i dress better?
how do i make my life more interesting?
how do i live a life that gives me pleasure?
brain storm of solutions.
relaxation techniques
klonopine
beta blockers
therapy
hypnosis
biofeedback
yoga
acupuncture
eat healthy
vitamin d
exercise
meticulous house, meticulous mind
meticulous organization, same thing
go to the U and research panic disorder, social phobia, anxiety disorders
what does two years from now hold? what do I want it to hold? How do I make
these things come true?
what is my purpose in life?
Who am i as a person?
who do i want to be as a person?
what people do i want to surround myself with?
how do i go about finding those people?
fuck. fuck. fuck.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
insomnia O_O
is dumb. and stupid... and that's all I have to say about that.
zombie state sleepy can't sleep lane kisses to you all O_O
zombie state sleepy can't sleep lane kisses to you all O_O
Monday, August 31, 2009
spicy.
I took salsa lessons today. I have two left feet. and three legs, that makes it hard to dance. My partner is lovely though. yay. go me.
I have been more social lately. yay!
For some reason I shake like an epileptic at a rave though. that's no bueno.
I listened to a podcast on ketamine as a possible intervention for treatment resistant depression. fascinating.
I have the new brand new album and the new used album. that makes me happy. p.s. if you analyze those sentences they sound super funny. "new brand new" "new used" ha. that's silly.
speaking of silly. 56 people signed the declaration of independence. i may have made that up. Jalapeno soup is lovely. I love the movie adventureland. Everybody should see it. I used to really like mike tyson when I was a little kid. Too bad he turned into a rapist/crazy/ear biter. only boxer I ever liked to watch. Prince has to have surgery. He has a bump. pretty routine, but surgery nonetheless. Nevada has the most individual mountain peaks in the united states. Phoenix is the most populated capital city in the united states. i talked to Marcela tonight. I haven't seen/talked to her in forever. I rarely take good photographs. I think I'm the most unphotogenic person alive. I have two cuts on my finger. they look like vampire bites. I saw the show "bite" at the stratosphere once. not worth the money, but it was enertaining. I also saw blue man group (a couple of times). eye contact is weird. I'm trying to get better at holding it. I can't believe how many people cross their arms or play with their hair in large groups. I have to try my hardest not to do it. Labor day weekend is this week (I think at least?) I believe my friend from baltimore is coming in. that's lovely. People that play bass for a living just play with four pieces of string all day. That sounds like a kick ass job. donkeys eyes are positioned so that they can see all four of their legs at the same time. I saw bears playing hockey. Google it, it was awesome. My english accent is pretty good now adays. I think my american one is shit though. I'm sad the gallivan center concert series is over. Bull rides kick ass. despite them being unsuccessful. today i ate bean fold overs for breakfast. pretty good. pumpkin chocolate chip cookie too. (and lots and lots of coffee). Halloween is coming up soon. I carved a pumpkin once. it looked retarded. Can you say retarded... or is that an offensive word? I'm not sure. it looked like a pumpkin with a severe pervasive developmental disorder. perhaps that's better. The DSM V comes out in 2010. that makes me excited. my computer (laptop had 2 gb free out of 160. eek. i fixed it. it runs better now. september 26th, I want to walk in the NAMI walk. (I think it was called nami. somebody should walk with me. national academy of mental illness or something. go charity.
beauty is a lie to old sweetly. flesh is heretic. scrabble is angellic. My mother and I are going on a vacation in a month. we're kick ass. just a baby one. but we're kick ass. panic attacks are strange. I listened to a lot of information about them yesterday. girl at my house had a panic attack. guy with an unbuttoned button up shirt wanted to beat me up. it was silly. I was in a onesie and a mexico beanie. sesame (fake) chicken is good too. coffee takes like ass... but it sure picks me up. gee whiz. went to fetish night at area 51 for clint's birthday. Odd group of people. Naked people being carried around by collars. pleather, whips, etc. my kind of party. ha ;)
his real birthday is tomorrow... i hope i don't damn forget. whit, if you read this and remember, remind me. Gaz is brittish, hell of a kid. Sincere and true friend. He's a car detailer. If you ever need your car detailed by a man that worked for bently/landover, he's one of the best in the state, and reasonably priced. if you want your car detailed, let me know, and I'll see what I can swing. Sorry to plug that there... not usually my style. speaking of plugs. I need to fix the one in the bathroom. screw it, double entendre.
I hope fall happens soon. I want to wear my sweaters and shit. I love king size beds.. and penguins. not sure if I'm a fan of them both together... but i'd certainly give it a try. I think it night night time. besos.
I have been more social lately. yay!
For some reason I shake like an epileptic at a rave though. that's no bueno.
I listened to a podcast on ketamine as a possible intervention for treatment resistant depression. fascinating.
I have the new brand new album and the new used album. that makes me happy. p.s. if you analyze those sentences they sound super funny. "new brand new" "new used" ha. that's silly.
speaking of silly. 56 people signed the declaration of independence. i may have made that up. Jalapeno soup is lovely. I love the movie adventureland. Everybody should see it. I used to really like mike tyson when I was a little kid. Too bad he turned into a rapist/crazy/ear biter. only boxer I ever liked to watch. Prince has to have surgery. He has a bump. pretty routine, but surgery nonetheless. Nevada has the most individual mountain peaks in the united states. Phoenix is the most populated capital city in the united states. i talked to Marcela tonight. I haven't seen/talked to her in forever. I rarely take good photographs. I think I'm the most unphotogenic person alive. I have two cuts on my finger. they look like vampire bites. I saw the show "bite" at the stratosphere once. not worth the money, but it was enertaining. I also saw blue man group (a couple of times). eye contact is weird. I'm trying to get better at holding it. I can't believe how many people cross their arms or play with their hair in large groups. I have to try my hardest not to do it. Labor day weekend is this week (I think at least?) I believe my friend from baltimore is coming in. that's lovely. People that play bass for a living just play with four pieces of string all day. That sounds like a kick ass job. donkeys eyes are positioned so that they can see all four of their legs at the same time. I saw bears playing hockey. Google it, it was awesome. My english accent is pretty good now adays. I think my american one is shit though. I'm sad the gallivan center concert series is over. Bull rides kick ass. despite them being unsuccessful. today i ate bean fold overs for breakfast. pretty good. pumpkin chocolate chip cookie too. (and lots and lots of coffee). Halloween is coming up soon. I carved a pumpkin once. it looked retarded. Can you say retarded... or is that an offensive word? I'm not sure. it looked like a pumpkin with a severe pervasive developmental disorder. perhaps that's better. The DSM V comes out in 2010. that makes me excited. my computer (laptop had 2 gb free out of 160. eek. i fixed it. it runs better now. september 26th, I want to walk in the NAMI walk. (I think it was called nami. somebody should walk with me. national academy of mental illness or something. go charity.
beauty is a lie to old sweetly. flesh is heretic. scrabble is angellic. My mother and I are going on a vacation in a month. we're kick ass. just a baby one. but we're kick ass. panic attacks are strange. I listened to a lot of information about them yesterday. girl at my house had a panic attack. guy with an unbuttoned button up shirt wanted to beat me up. it was silly. I was in a onesie and a mexico beanie. sesame (fake) chicken is good too. coffee takes like ass... but it sure picks me up. gee whiz. went to fetish night at area 51 for clint's birthday. Odd group of people. Naked people being carried around by collars. pleather, whips, etc. my kind of party. ha ;)
his real birthday is tomorrow... i hope i don't damn forget. whit, if you read this and remember, remind me. Gaz is brittish, hell of a kid. Sincere and true friend. He's a car detailer. If you ever need your car detailed by a man that worked for bently/landover, he's one of the best in the state, and reasonably priced. if you want your car detailed, let me know, and I'll see what I can swing. Sorry to plug that there... not usually my style. speaking of plugs. I need to fix the one in the bathroom. screw it, double entendre.
I hope fall happens soon. I want to wear my sweaters and shit. I love king size beds.. and penguins. not sure if I'm a fan of them both together... but i'd certainly give it a try. I think it night night time. besos.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
say cheese! it gives you fat fingers. er;; dsof@
but surely I digress... I always liked that saying... but surely i digress, let me dive right into it. people never cease to amaze me. whether that's good, bad, or indifferent, is not the point. the point is the sense of wonderment and wondering what it meant. I'm spent. I haven't slept well in days. I feel in a general malaise. like the rat that just can't quite get through the maze. fuck cheese. is that really a sufficient reward for navigating this convoluted maze. That's the question I struggle to answer. what if I don't want the cheese... what if i just want to sit and admire the complexity of the maze. I'm not sure what i want... and If i want the cheese, what kind of cheese do I want. where do I buy this cheese. who stole my cheese (read that book) i think my cheese is swiss. it has unfilled holes in it. But surely, I digress ;)
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
this maid know cents.
i had my best scrabble score today. 506. and my best word... 186... a triple triple with the word "ambition." go me. I am by no means a scrabble professional... but I sure do enjoy it. the taco bell "fourth meal" is a stupid advertising ploy. Is that really what fat america needs? the addition of an extra meal. silly.
the ataris are coming in a month. that makes me excited. I <3 their new song too. I don't write in my blog anymore, but I think for the remainder of this blog, I will speak in homonyms whenever possible. This weekend was fun. Eye hung out with a lot of people eye had knot scene inn sum thyme. Eye danced my ass off, socialized with every won, and even maid some knew friends. good thymes. Saturday went two a party at Sarah's house. It was low key, butt fun. Today, eye took it a little easy. I just went to Sam's where she was nice enough too let me eat her food, and showed me pitchers from they're trip two europe. it looked like sew much fun. Eye was jealous. ewe wood bee two. This blog is about nothing. silly. Eye do knot really have much to right about. I fill knot creative. In the next weaks eye wood like two hang out with some of my friends.Eye fill very asocial, and eye need two bee social. sum body help me with that. eye figure this blog is better than know blog at all... though eye am quickly changing my mind. :p soon eye will right a real won. let me end bye saying... pleas, pleas pass healthcare reform. Are system is a joke, and i want too stop paying sew much money ever month even though eye am a healthy 26 year old mail. it is just dumb. Go public option! good luck.
love awl of ewe.
homo(nym) kisses to you all.
the ataris are coming in a month. that makes me excited. I <3 their new song too. I don't write in my blog anymore, but I think for the remainder of this blog, I will speak in homonyms whenever possible. This weekend was fun. Eye hung out with a lot of people eye had knot scene inn sum thyme. Eye danced my ass off, socialized with every won, and even maid some knew friends. good thymes. Saturday went two a party at Sarah's house. It was low key, butt fun. Today, eye took it a little easy. I just went to Sam's where she was nice enough too let me eat her food, and showed me pitchers from they're trip two europe. it looked like sew much fun. Eye was jealous. ewe wood bee two. This blog is about nothing. silly. Eye do knot really have much to right about. I fill knot creative. In the next weaks eye wood like two hang out with some of my friends.Eye fill very asocial, and eye need two bee social. sum body help me with that. eye figure this blog is better than know blog at all... though eye am quickly changing my mind. :p soon eye will right a real won. let me end bye saying... pleas, pleas pass healthcare reform. Are system is a joke, and i want too stop paying sew much money ever month even though eye am a healthy 26 year old mail. it is just dumb. Go public option! good luck.
love awl of ewe.
homo(nym) kisses to you all.
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