life in the fast lane, surely make you lose your mind

I've found a practical use for my psychology degree and am now employed in a field that I've wanted to get into since I first declared psych as my major.  It took some time, a lot of bullshit, and moving across the country but things have worked out.  Things always have a way of working out.

Most interesting patient encountered so far: 32 year old woman fully convinced she's 6 months pregnant with twins.  Despite any physical signs of pregnancy and multiple negative pregnancy tests, she is still 100% convinced of this "fact".  And not only does she believe she's pregnant, but she obsesses about it.  It's all she'll talk about.  She was discharged last week, but I have a feeling this woman will be back.

They all come back.

I don't like that my mother texts.

cliche happy

Sometimes I'll try to "turn over a new leaf".
I think I want to be a certain person, do things a certain way, have certain thoughts, beliefs, ideas.
I think about this new leaf, analyze it and figure out how best to go about getting "it".
I think I can change my entire perception of the world simply by telling myself otherwise.
And you know what inevitably becomes of this?
A realization that, well, a zebra can't change it's stripes.
That I am who/what/how/why/when/where I am.
That 23 years of xina is impossible to change.

So you know what? Fuck you and deal with it.

scary lady drug dealer with thugs

It snowed Friday night....maybe 4 inches or so and the entire town has been shut down all weekend.  Stores, restaurants....everything pretty much was closed on Saturday.   The news has been nonstop coverage of the "winter storm" and "weather alerts" and warnings to stay off the roads....now it is monday and the town is still closed.   Things are slowly reopening, but "being scared to drive" is a valid excuse to not go anywhere or do anything.

If only it worked like this everywhere, it snows and everything shuts down for days.

For my own future reference: icy snow + cheap whiskey + steep hill that ends in a parking lot (with parked cars) + skateboard with no wheels = really bad idea

frank farrelly, screw you

I had an idea at one point in time.  I had this grand plan for 'therapizing' the population. I knew what would work and was putting it into action with each new person I met.  Throughout college, particularly my final year, I applied my ideas and made note of my "results". 

Then it was brought to my attention that this is not, in fact, my idea.   This is the idea of Frank Farrelly and it's called Provocative Therapy.

Now I've finally read through the book and I'm just PISSED OFF that he stole my idea.  Of course, the book was written way before I was even born....so I guess *technically* I was the thief.   But i had the ideas, and hypotheses, and experiments far before I even heard of Mr Farrelly's theories. 

Maybe Frank and I should just partner up.  Take on the world.

Hmm....now that's an option.....

What is provocative therapy?

but it's funny!

Why be negative, when there are just as many reasons to be positive?  Why have a pessimistic view of life, when it's just as easy to be optimistic?  Why feel like the world is out to get me, when really I could be out to get the world?

The world is my oyster, and you my pearl.

every degrassi episode ever marathon

I made some new year's resolutions for the new decade.

*Call people instead of texting them to see if it drastically changes my life.

*Work on controlling my facial expressions.

I think that's it.

And by the way, I don't have TB.

shakalaka