I am making my teacher run all over the place for information as to what's going on with his current class and their connections to the one from two years ago. I'm going on the record to say there is no cheating, but notes have been passed, and this has been helpful to us in sundry ways.
I am trying to integrate my left and right brains. At this point, I am supposed to do two upside-down drawings.
There is one "matter-of-fact" girl in my class.
I have some weird reactions to the medical field, and I have to get used to it. By any means necessary. By all means, actually.
Literally need to shift perception to control the voices that like to tell me stuff that gets really really annoying.
I am plus or minus horrible at drawing. I am sure it will make me smarter, though. The neuropsychologist said so.
I have to look up the candida diet. Man I am a fucked up individual. BUT I have to be normal. I am so so proud of being in the system enough to have support from peeps and drugs that are so much fun. Except when I can't think. That's less positive.
One puts perfume on pulse points. That includes the apex of the heart, which is usually on your left side under bra underwire. the end.
"The terrible violence of the 20th century holds a lesson for the 21st. It is that a steadily & irreversibly widening sphere, violence; is always a mark of human failure and a bringer of sorrow, has not also become dysfunctional, as a political instrument. Increasingly, it destroys the end for which it is employed..."
from Unconquerable World
A really really long time ago, I had some strange ideas about food. I stopped eating... anyway, that was like ten years ago, and I have to eat on the regular or I become a crazed animal. Just sayin. You heard about the ski lift at sugarloaf collapsing, and five cars(carts) fell, and they had to belay rescue the others? Reminds me of that story in the new yorker: "Drip on"(or something akin to that)..."Acknowledged."~that story in the new yorker. Anyway, that guy I met, and realized two weeks later is the bomb, was all like, "eat," and I was all like, "I will, dumbass," even though my medication makes my appetite erratic. I just can't eat for 20-30 minutes after or before I take it, and it seems to be fine. What do they put in it, extra nervousness? It's like being on weed but not high. It's all too clear. Oh, a joke: "Send me a postcard." "All right." : )
So how do I bring up things without explicating?
I think he might have just asked me out. Even though I embarassed myself in front of him, via not paying attention to what I was chewing, via food isn't that interesting. Oh shit!
I wrote down one of my oldest dreams, and it was only 137 words. Dream stuff feels different than everything else. A man picked up a toy schoolbus and said, "do you ride this bus to school, or the short bus?" That and the other quote actually happened. the sheep goddess, not so much.
You have no idea what goes on behind closed doors, or in this case, gauze wrapper booty shorts. Today I mean The Human Centipede. I didn't want to see it, but I didn't want to miss out. I spent the first half praying the mad crazy doctor (with two cephalic veins in his right arm?) wouldn't make the monster, and the second half wishing we could undo it. The makeup is realistic, prompting me to exclaim, "she's cyanotic," like I thought we were in the ER. I fast forwarded through a lot of parts.