11
January

Every Other Minute

Well, classes started yesterday and I stayed on campus overnight. My roommate was nice, and I met one of my other suitemates and she was also nice. (There are 2 bedrooms to a dorm suite, so there are 4 people per suite.) It was all quite nice, except for the part where I had to stay overnight away from home. I mean, the bed was comfortable, the bathroom worked, and everything was okay, but I didn’t want to be there…I stayed in my room from the time classes ended for me yesterday until classes started this morning, with the exception of my trips to the cafeteria.

Speaking of the cafeteria, I went to eat lunch yesterday and I had my student ID/meal ticket all ready like everyone else. Well, when I got there, I had no account. Apparently, my meal ticket hadn’t been paid, so I didn’t have “lunch”. My mom had packed some snack size popcorn, so I ate that for lunch yesterday. Then, I remembered that I had some money packed away, so I got to have dinner that night. I had to pay $4.25 to get 1 piece of pizza, a small piece of cake, and a cup of milk. I thought I should’ve gotten a cheaper price, since I don’t eat much. I mean, $4.25 is a great deal if you’re eating 2-6 plates full of food, but I didn’t eat very much, so it was a lot for me. When I ate, I kind of imposed on this girl I didn’t know. I asked her if I could sit at the table with her and she said okay, so I guess it was okay, but I felt a little uncomfortable. The place was filled with people when I went last night, so I decided I’d go as soon as it opened this morning for breakfast (which costs $3.25). It wasn’t as busy, but, though I was down there before the cafeteria opened, I was behind the football team. I got to eat breakfast with my roommate, so I didn’t feel like I was imposing as much.

As for the classes, they’re okay, I guess. My Health teacher seemed nice, but she says her class is not “easy” like one would expect. My Camping/Outdoor education teacher never showed up for class, so I didn’t exactly get to decide how that class would go. My Biology teacher talked to us for about 5 minutes and let us go. My English teacher decided it was too hot in the building we were in so she let us go after about 5 minutes. My Social Work class, though, was not as fast to let out or as easy-going as the other classes. I like my teacher, she’s also my advisor, but I have this bad feeling about the class. I kept having mini-anxiety attacks and started crying every few minutes. Anyways…the teacher described the process we’d have to go through for the class, including volunteer time, getting to know her better, and, eventually, going through an interview to determine if we were allowed to enter the program officially. She kind of described what type person would get picked to go in the program, and I’m afraid that I’m not necessarily stable and happy enough to end up in the program. I know that I’d be a good social work student and that I’d make a good Social Worker, but I’m afraid that my problems are going to screw over those chances.

Oh, I fell asleep between my Biology and Social Work classes. Since I got out after 5 minutes, I went ahead and walked up to the Social Work building. There’s a couch on the 2nd floor, where my class is, so I sat down and I fell asleep. I heard people walking by and talking, but I was pretty much asleep for about 30-45 minutes.

I’ve had trouble over the past day with my emotions. I know, I have problems all the time, but last night and today I’ve just been crying off and on, it seems like every other minute sometimes. Anything can set me off. I think I’m just on edge with the staying at the dorm part-time and newness of classes. My anxiety level is just really high.

I appreciate the kind comments from the last entry. :)

Plugs: Bitchy, Chelsea, Jo, Minty, Ryan, Sarah, Sharon

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8
January

Tired

On a board that I enjoyed going to, there is a thread and there are posts in this thread about me. Posts that aren’t exactly flattering. I didn’t know about the posts until 2 months after they were posted, but being me, I had to say something. Now, instead of saying those things about me, people are calling me selfish and lazy and questioning how I could have money problems. I just want them to stop talking about me. Is that too much to ask? Maybe I shouldn’t have responded to what they said in the first place, but I just thought I needed to at the time. Now, I feel uncomfortable on that board and feel like everyone is judging me. I don’t want to stop going there, but I don’t know if I’ll ever feel like they’re not thinking bad things about me. It was one of the few boards that I did feel comfortable on, so now I feel more uncomfortable on the boards that I’d already felt uncomfortable on. I’m just tired. Tired of all the stupid internet drama. Tired of people picking apart what I say. Tired of people posting things specifically to bash me. Hell, I’m tired of people posting things specifically to bash other people, too. It all just seems like a waste of time.

I’m tired of life, too. It just keeps throwing me lemons instead of good stuff. I have my good days, but then I’ll have my days where everything falls apart. I’ve tried to keep some of the stuff to myself and off of here because its just personal. I’ve even kept parts of it out of my LJ, where I post the more private stuff about my life, simply because I either don’t want people to know about it or don’t want to be judged for it. I know I’d be judged. If anyone is going to have people making a mockery of their life, then its going to be me.

I’m tired of being angry. I’m angry a lot of the time now. Anything can make me mad. I think I’m stressed out. I’m still on Christmas break, but I’m stressed out. Isn’t this supposed to be the time of destressification? Aren’t I supposed to be going around going “happy, happy, joy, joy” and laughing or something like that? I’m angry with people online. I’m angry with people offline. I’m mad that the nurse didn’t want me to see my psychiatrist for 3 months. I’m even more upset that the psychiatrist didn’t want to see me after the first visit and instead deferred to a nurse. He doesn’t know me well enough to do that. He should at least be seeing me himself once every few weeks or once a month. I’m mad at my therapist, too. She should be seeing me for longer than 30 minutes once a month. Again, she doesn’t know me well enough to do that. Admittedly, I agreed to the 30 minutes once a month thing, but I figured I didn’t have any other choice. Otherwise, she would have begrudgingly been seeing me for an hour once a month (I doubt she would see me more often than once a month) and we wouldn’t accomplish anything. She would want me to be telling everything I told her to my psychiatrist. That’s pretty much what she tells me in our sessions. “Tell the doctor about that” seems to be her favorite line.

I’m tired of people not understanding mental illness or medications that are taken for mental illness. People like to make snap judgments about the mentally ill. Either we’re faking it or we’re so crazy that we need to be in the hospital. Of course, though we may need to be in the hospital, we don’t need medication. You see, unlike other problems with the body, mental patients apparently don’t need medications because our problem is in our head. Mental illness is still a physical problem. It needs physical treatment, but getting that across is difficult, if not impossible.

I’m tired of being accused of wanting pity and attention. I don’t want pity. I don’t want attention. I want to be acknowledged, but I don’t want to be noticed. I want people to have a feeling that I’m there, but I don’t want them to run screaming towards me and make some spectacle over my being there. I want quiet acknowledgement.

I would love it if I could curl up in my bed and go to sleep for a long time, preferably forever. I can’t though. I have places to go and things to do, and no one will let me just wither away. Why won’t they let me wither away?

On the bright side, when I’m tired, angry, and depressed, I get cravings. Last night I decided to make sugar cookies. I’d never made them before, but I just had to make them. They were a distraction. I need more distractions.

Plugs: Aurora, Jen, Jennifer, Marie, Sammii

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6
January

Heh…

Yesterday I stated on my LJ that I was dreading school starting today. Well, there was no reason to dread it. Apparently, I got the date wrong, and classes don’t start back until Monday. I didn’t find out until after I got there, though. Actually, I found out about 20 minutes after I’d gone into the classroom for my first class. A teacher poked his head in and told me classes don’t start until the 10th. I was a bit embarrassed. I felt kind of like an idiot for messing up the dates like that. Oh well, at least I have a few more days off. It’s too bad I won’t be getting the sleep back that I missed this morning.

Aurora, its not just your posts that get monitored. Everyone’s do. Ever since I started getting between 20-300 spam comments a day, its just been easier to monitor them all.

Andrea Yates’ conviction was overturned today. I’m really happy that this means she can get a new trial…hopefully a trial that will recognize the severity of her mental illness and that will end with a not guilty by reason of insanity verdict. I’ve thought for the past 2 (almost 3) years that what this woman really needed was mental health care, not prison time. I know that a lot of people get upset with the thought of her not being in prison because she did kill her 5 children. Still, you have to take into account what was going on with this woman’s mind. She was in psychosis. She thought what she was doing would save her children. She wasn’t a monster or some vicious person. Had she been on anti-psychotics at the time, chances are, her kids wouldn’t have been killed. Had her husband had someone with her (at all times) to take care of the kids, chances are she wouldn’t have killed them. Of course, I better not get into how I feel about her husband.

Plugs: Angela, Aurora, Jem, Jennifer, Jessica, Natasha, Sabriena, Tara

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4
January

Important Steps

Well, some important things have happened in my life. I got my Driver’s Permit yesterday. The state trooper thought I was 15 until he looked at my birth certificate. He asked me if this was my first time taking the test. Then, after I passed, he asked me if I was ready to take the road test tomorrow (meaning today). What?! I guess some people go in there knowing how to drive already. I was just a bit shocked that he expected me to already know how to drive. I know a lot of 20-year olds (most, probably) know how to drive and have their licenses already, but I don’t know how to drive and I’m not really keen on learning.

I got my dorm room set up on Sunday, so now I can stay on Monday and Wednesday nights. I’m not really looking forward to that at all. I left my roommate a note saying I wouldn’t be there until next week. I’m very anxious about this whole thing. I’m sure my roommate is nice, but what if she’s not? I know its just two nights a week, but I’m very nervous about it any way.

Tomorrow Alias comes on. Woohoo! It’s about damn time that its back on. I have missed it dearly. I hope my roommate won’t mind my watching Alias every Wednesday night because I don’t intend on missing it. I’m very habitual about my watching Alias. Heh…I’m habitual about just about everything.

There were some posts recently on a board I go to that bugged me. One was about how some people talk about having psych problems when they don’t really have them. That part of the thread didn’t bug me, but then someone said that people who talk about their problems all the time just want attention. I don’t think that’s true. I’ve talked about my problems on my blog/journal for 3 (4 in March) years, since I got my first online diary. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted attention for them. I’ve asked if people were reading, but I didn’t expect any attention or sympathy because of them. In fact, over the years, I’ve learned that my problems seem to scare people away or they cause people to leave hateful remarks about my being “psycho” or “insane”.

Another thing that bugged me was that this guy/girl posted about how a person could basically build the perfect website. On this perfect site, a person would have no commenting system, no skins, wouldn’t have much of a “personal” section, would have blog entries that this person finds interesting, no plugs would be done, etc. If the person makes the site for themself, then he/she says that the person has no reason for having the site. If the person makes a site that he/she thinks is a waste, then that person has wasted a domain name that someone else could’ve used. Now, I understand not liking some websites, but to make an entire thread about how a site could be best made to fit this person’s standards is just insane. Some of his/her points were interesting, but it seemed like he/she was just on there to basically call everyone’s websites “failures” according to that person’s standards. Very annoying.

Plugs: Alx, Aurora, Cleo, Jo, Sarah

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2
January

New Skin: The Evil Roommate

I made a new skin tonight featuring images from the Buffy episode “Living Conditions”.

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