Yep.. It is indeed a DingBat's perogative to change her mind... (I change my mind about Ned's Atomic Dustbin all the time for instance) The thing is I like journaling, and there are some things I like to drop here that I'd rather keep off my live journal and vice-versa, so I'm keeping the account for that purpose. But if I knew ya from before my actual life began, like during my starter life then: Um, hiya, things are fab, quite swell, never been better! That is all.
This weekend was lovely as usual but COLD out! Eep! And I like the cold! But my jackets and coats are more suited for Spring and Autumn... Although letting myself go running out of meds this weekend was bad bad bad.. I have to stay on top of that, to avoid a "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" call from my Doctor, and those ever so fun mind racing circling panic sharks..
Sunday I woke with a slow moving and steadily growing panic attack DEE-LUXE which at it's zenith had me convinced that Seattle was like a deer born with a target birthmark right on it's chest and an attack was imminent.
Word to the wise, Syriana is a brilliant film, I loved the performances the story and definitely the soundtrack, but due to its so very realistic storyline and content, seeing it during heightened female hormonal sensitivity, and without ye olde (Hey hen, ya got to take these every day or else your mind is going to play it's old tricks and scare you half to death meds) was probably slightly less than wise, the woman sitting behind us said Jesus Christ so many times I almost thought he was going to show up with a bucket of corn...
Oh and banking on a Sunday night, also none too wise of an idea, it's like I was looking for shite to get spazzy about, but I got the small emergency taken care of and all ist gut. Huzzah! Also falling asleep to a 2 hour documentary about the "Black Death" and Bubonic Plague, probably wasn't that wise either? So instead of laying there letting my mind get the best of me, I rearranged my main living pod.
This month it is my goal to complete the following:
1. Make my flat visitable. Minmalism, always minimalism...
2. Stay on top of my meds.
3. Touch up roots.
4. Enjoy the hell out of life. Things are bril. Just need to let things be and get used to being a very very happy lass
When I feel any drama coming on take a mental benedryl and shut the fuck up and love it.
That really doesn't seem that difficult now that it's in black and white. Nope not at all! Looking ahead to this month is making me feel very excited indeed. And the blahs are well over, sun allergy, food bourne illness, and panic are over, and now it's time to relax, enjoy, and smile heaps and look forward to SO much stuff! Yeee!
This weekend was lovely as usual but COLD out! Eep! And I like the cold! But my jackets and coats are more suited for Spring and Autumn... Although letting myself go running out of meds this weekend was bad bad bad.. I have to stay on top of that, to avoid a "what the fuck do you think you're doing?" call from my Doctor, and those ever so fun mind racing circling panic sharks..
Sunday I woke with a slow moving and steadily growing panic attack DEE-LUXE which at it's zenith had me convinced that Seattle was like a deer born with a target birthmark right on it's chest and an attack was imminent.
Word to the wise, Syriana is a brilliant film, I loved the performances the story and definitely the soundtrack, but due to its so very realistic storyline and content, seeing it during heightened female hormonal sensitivity, and without ye olde (Hey hen, ya got to take these every day or else your mind is going to play it's old tricks and scare you half to death meds) was probably slightly less than wise, the woman sitting behind us said Jesus Christ so many times I almost thought he was going to show up with a bucket of corn...
Oh and banking on a Sunday night, also none too wise of an idea, it's like I was looking for shite to get spazzy about, but I got the small emergency taken care of and all ist gut. Huzzah! Also falling asleep to a 2 hour documentary about the "Black Death" and Bubonic Plague, probably wasn't that wise either? So instead of laying there letting my mind get the best of me, I rearranged my main living pod.
This month it is my goal to complete the following:
1. Make my flat visitable. Minmalism, always minimalism...
2. Stay on top of my meds.
3. Touch up roots.
4. Enjoy the hell out of life. Things are bril. Just need to let things be and get used to being a very very happy lass
When I feel any drama coming on take a mental benedryl and shut the fuck up and love it. That really doesn't seem that difficult now that it's in black and white. Nope not at all! Looking ahead to this month is making me feel very excited indeed. And the blahs are well over, sun allergy, food bourne illness, and panic are over, and now it's time to relax, enjoy, and smile heaps and look forward to SO much stuff! Yeee!