July 2011
118 posts
Wow, I haven’t felt like this in a while.
And I forgot what I was going to say. -_-
Well, I still find certain males good-looking, but thinking about them sexually or anything like that makes me anxious because I begin to worry about how to turn the male down. If an advance happens in passing, I don’t care, but when it’s a guy I’ve known for a bit to a long time, I start...
I remember when I envied the class clown.
And now, all of a sudden, I can make people laugh.
I remember when I was easily excitable.
Now, whenever I’m face with disagreement or small-mindedness or anything, I’m able to find more patience when attempting to tolerate the blaring differences; I suppose, in other words, I’m more aptly able to bite my tongue.
But then I think: why must thoughts and emotions be neatly packaged? What ever happens right now should be...
WatchAfter having some drinks with coworkers—pussy coworkers. :P
I have to tell you
about this girl that recently started working with me. Ever since we saw each other, we established some type of eye contact—I scanned her right away, and already, I knew there was a part of her, however small, that I claimed.
I hung out with her for the first time tonight, and I made sure it would happen—I think she did, too. As soon as I arrived where we were meeting, she came up...
Fiberrrr. (:
I’ve been on a high-protein diet for most of this week, and I already feel the difference. It feels goood.
Walking/running also adds to the badass feeling. It’s like I’m floatin’!
It always takes me for-ev-er to fully wake up, even after two cups of coffee. I need to get my butt on the treadmill, though, regardless. Maybe it’ll help? :)
Off I go!
It’s just ‘cause you ain’t got funds, bro.
“Fiction is about everything human, and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn...”
– Flannery O’Connor (via wordpainting)
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings — always darker, emptier, simpler.”
– Nietzsche (via thebookishdark)
She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes...
GPOY.
“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”
– Maya Angelou (via fuckyeahconfidence)
ZzzzZZzz....
So, I went to see my doctor today for a follow-up, and he and my neurologist have both confirmed that I’ve been having insomnia because I apparently am taking my dose of adderall too late in the day. Oops, lol. (Btw, I didn’t sleep at all last night.)
But shit, I’m not a morning person, and they said I should be taking it anywhere from 7AM - 9AM since it’s extended...
I made it out okay.
No one likes to be surrounded by negativity. Similarly, most people don’t want to deal with drug addicts because they view such behavior negatively. Instead of showing patience, understanding, and love, it’s much easier for one to quickly pass judgment… or to give up on them completely.
I have a feeling that certain people close to me prefer to dissociate themselves from me when...
I’d rather hit rock bottom and come back stronger than ever than drift through life unaware of my personal spectrum; if I can fuck up hardcore, then that only means that I can also really kick some ass. There’s a balance.
Must commemorate this with a tattoo very soon.
I really can't tell you how excited I am
about the future.
I know I’m being redundant, but goddamn, I’m just really looking forward to whatever is in store for me, whether it be good or bad.
My head is finally screwed on right once again. This is gonna be badass. I have my life back. It’s mine; I own it. Everything is clear.
Everything is so goddamn clear.
ohmygodthisisfuckingawesome
I wonder what’s up with this insomnia, though. I’m not high on anything, FYI.
I don’t really it mind it so much, actually, because I use the time to write or think through things. It just sucks when I have to wake up early the next day. But eh. I’ve been functioning just fine.
P.S. Productivity is fucking awesome.
I'm happy.
And no one will ever take that away from me ever again.
I realized I fell back into depending on others to make me happy kinda recently. I’m so glad I caught it and moved forward.
My goals will never leave me, or break up with me, or hurt me, or cheat on me, or die on me, or piss me off, or wear off, or give me a horrible hangover the next day… so I’m sticking to them, and I...