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desertions) wrote2008-10-23 02:12 am
desertions) wrote2008-10-23 02:12 am
If Wellness Is This What In Hell's Name Is SIckness?
GUESS WHAT GAIS?
I'm psychic!
You know, but not really. I totally called my grandma's reaction though. She went on and on about all the testing that proved I was bipolar, and how short my temper was and many other things. She told me that she was sure once the therapist got to know me better, her opinion would change. And that I'm a horrible judge of my own behavior. I dunno, I think if I was having such mood swings, I'd be able to tell, but what would I know? It's not like it's my emotions or anything. Really. Our conversations are so special sometimes.
I should just follow her lead, blame it all on my genetics and not not take responsibility for myself. Sure would be easier, but wouldn't solve jackshit. Then again, sometimes I wonder if she really wants me to get better. But that's a whole other issue I won't go over right now.
In other news, starting to work on the model theaters in class tomorrow. Which means I get to cut shit up with my utility knife >:D FUCK YEAH. I also plan on going to this meeting about the Disney college internship program. Can't hurt to investigate, right? Big evil corporation Disney may be these days, but I have alot of love for them, and it's a really good way to make connections. So we'll see. I'd be doing it for the session that starts in June, which means I don't have to apply until Spring, so I have time to figure things out.
Hope I feel better tomorrow though. I left after my first class because I felt so sick and started throwing up. Not fun D:
Going home this weekend for my cousin's birthday. My sister is picking me up on Friday. We'll see how all that goes.
Other stuff and things, stuff and things, blah blah blah.
I napped too much earlier and now I'm wide awake. A walk sounds wonderful, but I guess it wouldn't be so safe at this hour.
Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer
My friend has problems with winter & autumn.
They give him prescriptions & shine bright lights on him.
They say it's genetic, they say he can't help it, they say you can catch it - but sometimes you're born with it.
My friend despite he gets shakes in the night & they say that there's no way that they could have caught it in time takes his toll on him.
It is traditional.
It is inherited.
Predispositional
Day I've been wondering what is inside of me, who can I blame for it?
I say it runs in the family
This family that carries me to such great lengths to open my legs up for anyone who'll have me. It runs in the family, I came by it honestly, do what you want who knows it might fill me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
fill me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
My friend's depressed she's a wreck, she's a mess.
They've done all sorts of tests & they guess it has something to do with her grandmother's grandmother's grandmother saving war soldiers who probably infected her.
My friend has validation in some allergies that she dates back to the 17th century.
Somehow she manages in her misery.
Strips in the city and shows all her best tricks.
I mean well, I'm well well I mean I'm in hell well I still have my healthy at least that's what they tell me.
If wellness is this what in hells name is sickness?
But business is business and business runs in the family.
We tend to bruise easily.
Mad in the blood.
I'm telling you cuz I want you to know me - know me & my family.
We're wonderful folks, but don't get to close to me cuz you might knock me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
knock me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
Mary have mercy now look what I've done but don't blame cuz I can't help where I come from.
Running is something that we've always done well & mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from.
Run from their pity, from responsibility.
Run from the country & run from the city.
I can run from the law, I can run from myself.
I can run from my life, I can run into debt.
I can run from it all, I can run til I'm gone.
I can run for the office & run for my cause.
I can run using every last ounce of energy.
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot run from my family.
They're hiding inside of me.
Don't change my life.
Help me if you might but don't tell my family.
They'd never forgive me.
They'd say that I'm crazy.
But they would say anything if it would shut me up......Shut me up.....Shut me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
Shut me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
I'm psychic!
You know, but not really. I totally called my grandma's reaction though. She went on and on about all the testing that proved I was bipolar, and how short my temper was and many other things. She told me that she was sure once the therapist got to know me better, her opinion would change. And that I'm a horrible judge of my own behavior. I dunno, I think if I was having such mood swings, I'd be able to tell, but what would I know? It's not like it's my emotions or anything. Really. Our conversations are so special sometimes.
I should just follow her lead, blame it all on my genetics and not not take responsibility for myself. Sure would be easier, but wouldn't solve jackshit. Then again, sometimes I wonder if she really wants me to get better. But that's a whole other issue I won't go over right now.
In other news, starting to work on the model theaters in class tomorrow. Which means I get to cut shit up with my utility knife >:D FUCK YEAH. I also plan on going to this meeting about the Disney college internship program. Can't hurt to investigate, right? Big evil corporation Disney may be these days, but I have alot of love for them, and it's a really good way to make connections. So we'll see. I'd be doing it for the session that starts in June, which means I don't have to apply until Spring, so I have time to figure things out.
Hope I feel better tomorrow though. I left after my first class because I felt so sick and started throwing up. Not fun D:
Going home this weekend for my cousin's birthday. My sister is picking me up on Friday. We'll see how all that goes.
Other stuff and things, stuff and things, blah blah blah.
I napped too much earlier and now I'm wide awake. A walk sounds wonderful, but I guess it wouldn't be so safe at this hour.
Runs in the Family by Amanda Palmer
My friend has problems with winter & autumn.
They give him prescriptions & shine bright lights on him.
They say it's genetic, they say he can't help it, they say you can catch it - but sometimes you're born with it.
My friend despite he gets shakes in the night & they say that there's no way that they could have caught it in time takes his toll on him.
It is traditional.
It is inherited.
Predispositional
Day I've been wondering what is inside of me, who can I blame for it?
I say it runs in the family
This family that carries me to such great lengths to open my legs up for anyone who'll have me. It runs in the family, I came by it honestly, do what you want who knows it might fill me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
fill me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
My friend's depressed she's a wreck, she's a mess.
They've done all sorts of tests & they guess it has something to do with her grandmother's grandmother's grandmother saving war soldiers who probably infected her.
My friend has validation in some allergies that she dates back to the 17th century.
Somehow she manages in her misery.
Strips in the city and shows all her best tricks.
I mean well, I'm well well I mean I'm in hell well I still have my healthy at least that's what they tell me.
If wellness is this what in hells name is sickness?
But business is business and business runs in the family.
We tend to bruise easily.
Mad in the blood.
I'm telling you cuz I want you to know me - know me & my family.
We're wonderful folks, but don't get to close to me cuz you might knock me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
knock me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
Mary have mercy now look what I've done but don't blame cuz I can't help where I come from.
Running is something that we've always done well & mostly I can't even tell what I'm running from.
Run from their pity, from responsibility.
Run from the country & run from the city.
I can run from the law, I can run from myself.
I can run from my life, I can run into debt.
I can run from it all, I can run til I'm gone.
I can run for the office & run for my cause.
I can run using every last ounce of energy.
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot run from my family.
They're hiding inside of me.
Don't change my life.
Help me if you might but don't tell my family.
They'd never forgive me.
They'd say that I'm crazy.
But they would say anything if it would shut me up......Shut me up.....Shut me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
Shut me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up
me up