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Never a Dull Moment
I’ve had this song on repeat for nearly an hour to try to calm myself down. Congratulations, Willy DeVille, your singing just saved me from hell.
God dammit, this is going to be a painful one. I haven’t felt the intense “I need to escape from my own body” variety of panic since that asshole went through a window. This is going to suck so bad.
I made the mistake of following a link posted by someone on Facebook. It led to an interesting article, and was very positive in nature. But that article also linked to other places. I followed those links, as I am wont to do when combing the internet for funsies, and ended up in a very dangerous place: youtube. Specifically, I ended up at a news report about ultra-orthodox extremist Jews committing violence against more modern, yet still very conservative Jews. And the idiot that I am, I kept clicking through those links.
So, let’s see if I can sum up what happened in the last thirty minutes. I watched videos of religious violence (which upset and unsettle me), while NOT ON MY ANXIETY MEDICATION, for almost a half-hour. And now I’m fighting off a panic attack which is basically entirely my fault. And the only person who knows how to help me with this panic attack, my girlfriend, is seventy miles away.
Excuse me as I curl up into a ball and stop functioning for the rest of the evening.
I just can’t seem to win. Accidentally left my anxiety/depression medication in my girlfriend’s apartment, and thus have not taken it in about a week. I’ve been really good for the last two months; I’ve only been picking at my psoriasis, instead of miniscule blemishes on my skin. But without that medication, things get ugly.
I was doing okay. I was only really picking at one spot on my wrist, and it hasn’t gotten infected, or too out of hand or anything like that. And then my stupid shoulder has to go and be itchy. One of my old spots must not have been healed over properly, because just scratching my shoulder was enough to make it bleed.
A: Scar from really bad picking last spring. Too faint to really see in the photo, but there’s actually an indent there. Have probably a dozen or so like it.
B: More recent scar, which would very easily catch and bleed if I were to scratch my shoulder the wrong way.
C:Until I scratched my shoulder, this was just like B. It’s literally going to take a stupid amount of will-power and distraction to keep me from tearing away chunks of my flesh.
THANKS A LOT BRAIN. TOTALLY DIDN’T HAVE ENOUGH TO DEAL WITH ALREADY. REALLY APPRECIATE IT.
The Kingdom Hearts series, it strikes me, is a bit like some kind of a Katamari: It just keeps rolling along, and the more and more it goes, and the more and more utterly bat-shit insane junk it picks up along the way. Most series start with a really basic lore and spend their time expanding it,…
“In your hand, take this key. So long as you have the makings, then through this simple act of taking… its wielder you will one day be. And you will find me, friend— no ocean will contain you then. Not around, or below, or above, so long as your champion the ones you love.”
(via moments-in-kh)
i love how in avatar it's just like HEY LET'S JUST PUT KIDS IN CHARGE
aang: i have to save the world and stuff. 12 yrs old
zuko: i have to capture the 12 yr old to restore my honor. 16
katara and sokka: we're teenagers helping the 12 yr old save the world
toph: idk i'm like the same age as aang but i'm helping too
suki: female warrior girl who helps too. probably 16 also?
azula: i'm a crazy-ass bitch trying to take over the world and shit. i think i'm younger than zuko so yeah
mai and tai-lee: helping the bitch and stuff idk how old we are
yue: i got turned into the moon to save the world. 16
yeah world liKE THAT'S GONNA TURN OUT WELL
I made the decision the other day that I wanted to give away some of my old books. My bookshelf just can’t hold all the books I own, and there’s no room left on the bookcase in the den either. The plan is to let my younger cousins pick through the box at my graduation party, and hopefully, a lot of those books will disappear.
Thus far, I’ve rediscovered:
- An assorted collection of Nancy Drew books (which haven’t been touched since I was eleven).
- Several volumes of the Great Illustrated Classics series (half of which are very girly stories, like Pollyanna, Anne of Green Gables, and Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, and the other half of which were my brother’s - King Arthur, Ivanhoe, the Time Machine. I read all of them, of course, and my siblings wouldn’t go near them with a ten foot pole)
- No less than FOUR copies of Little House in the Big Woods. I understand it was my mother’s favorite book, and that I was similarly enamored with it as a kid, but four copies? Two of those went immediately in the book box (the two that I’m keeping were the one in the box set (obviously), and the tattered, well-read copy my mother used to read to me at bedtime).
- A few Star Wars books from different series. Galaxy of Fear #5 (Ghost of the Jedi), I’m pretty sure I picked up at a garage sale, and only read once, because it sucked. Jedi Apprentice #1 (The Rising Force), on the other hand, I probably read about as much as I did my Harry Potter books. Tempted to keep that one. Or at least obtain a full set of that series.
- Dictionaries for at least five languages that I do not speak, and have never studied.
I’m honestly almost afraid to know what else will turn up as I continue cleaning.
