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mousmeDid I mention we won in hockey yesterday?
Bouncy bouncy bounce...
I'm very hyper.
Someone from the BUS board was worried that my excessive bouncing was due to my being hypomanic rather than just giddy. I'm not sure myself, actually. It would make sense why I go through periods of not being able to sit still or focus or do anything productive with myself other than bounce happily.
Great. Instead of being just depressive, now I have to be manic-depressive. I think it's called bipolar now. Big dif. Blech.
Stupid depression. Stupid antidepressants that make me have really vivid dreams.
Dreamed a small blue and white plane rammed the Kostiuk's house on the street where I used to live. It just ripped off their front porch, and they didn't seem to mind, so I guess no harm was done. It's not like I wanted them hurt or anything. In fact, I was really worried about them in my dream, so I don't feel guilty about tearing off part of their house. ;)
My dog was alive in my dream too. I wonder why I keep resurrecting her in my dreams. I think I need a new pet. When I move out (hopefully soon) I'll get a cat. Maybe two cats.
Going to play paintball tonight! *bounce bounce bounce*
Have to find another pair of running shoes. All that paint is not good for the shoes I wear on a regular basis.
Looking forward to when I'll actually have money and not worry about very trivial things like having $15 to go to paintball every now and again.
I should probably bring my first aid kit with me tonight. Paintball is actually safer than most sports when it comes to treatable injuries, but you still get hurt. RDE in particular seems to have a knack for getting hit in the fingers, and judging by the ugly nasty blood blister and bruise and general ickiness that I witnessed on his little finger last time I think it would be a good idea to have something around that will serve to bandage and disinfect such an injury tonight. Besides, his SO will be eternally grateful if I do. ;) Have to ask him what her last name is so I can actually put her initials in my LJ.
Until I figure out what people's internet names are I'm just going to put in their initials. Or whatever I feel like, for that matter. ;)
Damn. Have to change the bandage on my arm before going out tonight. Stupid inadequate coping skills. Figure I'll have to come clean about all this sooner rather than later, as it'll be very hard to explain the scars this summer otherwise. Wonder how people will take it? It's a pretty extreme behaviour, I suppose, especially for someone who comes across as such a wallflower. *lol* Okay, maybe not always a wallflower. Still, not exactly something one talks about that often. Taboo worse than SA and eating disorders, really.
Cryptic enough for ya? ;)
Loving this Live Journal thingie. It's like confessing live while remaining almost anonymous. Conflict Avoidance Girl strikes again! Hah!
Hey world! Look at me! *lol*
And the world can't look at me. I'm a piece of anonymous text. I'm less than a number (my number one complaint about being a student).
I'm considering a Deadlands campaign set all in one town. Once every two weeks kind of thing, maybe next year. Not sure how I'll organise it yet, but it'll need a lot more work than my current mini-campaign.
I have to go wash my hair. Every now and then I get the wild desire to cut it all off and be done with it, but I kind of like having it long. You can't really fiddle with short hair, can you? It's just a hassle, and Legolas copied my hairtsyle. ;) I wonder how he kept it so clean and organised in the mines of Moria. Doubtless Gimli helped him. I have a sneaking suspicion that Legolas may be prettier than me, but I figure a bit of exercise and some blond hair dye will fix that in my case. *grin*
Maybe I should take up archery. ;)
Meeting RDE this evening. Never did catch up with BB. Hopefully will be able to do so when I get home tonight. I guess lunch will have to wait until tomorrow, or maybe we'll make a movie out of it, with all the difficulties that that sort of thing entails. Oh well. It'll still be nice. :)
Gotta go, I guess. Likely be back later.
Bouncy bouncy bounce...
I'm very hyper.
Someone from the BUS board was worried that my excessive bouncing was due to my being hypomanic rather than just giddy. I'm not sure myself, actually. It would make sense why I go through periods of not being able to sit still or focus or do anything productive with myself other than bounce happily.
Great. Instead of being just depressive, now I have to be manic-depressive. I think it's called bipolar now. Big dif. Blech.
Stupid depression. Stupid antidepressants that make me have really vivid dreams.
Dreamed a small blue and white plane rammed the Kostiuk's house on the street where I used to live. It just ripped off their front porch, and they didn't seem to mind, so I guess no harm was done. It's not like I wanted them hurt or anything. In fact, I was really worried about them in my dream, so I don't feel guilty about tearing off part of their house. ;)
My dog was alive in my dream too. I wonder why I keep resurrecting her in my dreams. I think I need a new pet. When I move out (hopefully soon) I'll get a cat. Maybe two cats.
Going to play paintball tonight! *bounce bounce bounce*
Have to find another pair of running shoes. All that paint is not good for the shoes I wear on a regular basis.
Looking forward to when I'll actually have money and not worry about very trivial things like having $15 to go to paintball every now and again.
I should probably bring my first aid kit with me tonight. Paintball is actually safer than most sports when it comes to treatable injuries, but you still get hurt. RDE in particular seems to have a knack for getting hit in the fingers, and judging by the ugly nasty blood blister and bruise and general ickiness that I witnessed on his little finger last time I think it would be a good idea to have something around that will serve to bandage and disinfect such an injury tonight. Besides, his SO will be eternally grateful if I do. ;) Have to ask him what her last name is so I can actually put her initials in my LJ.
Until I figure out what people's internet names are I'm just going to put in their initials. Or whatever I feel like, for that matter. ;)
Damn. Have to change the bandage on my arm before going out tonight. Stupid inadequate coping skills. Figure I'll have to come clean about all this sooner rather than later, as it'll be very hard to explain the scars this summer otherwise. Wonder how people will take it? It's a pretty extreme behaviour, I suppose, especially for someone who comes across as such a wallflower. *lol* Okay, maybe not always a wallflower. Still, not exactly something one talks about that often. Taboo worse than SA and eating disorders, really.
Cryptic enough for ya? ;)
Loving this Live Journal thingie. It's like confessing live while remaining almost anonymous. Conflict Avoidance Girl strikes again! Hah!
Hey world! Look at me! *lol*
And the world can't look at me. I'm a piece of anonymous text. I'm less than a number (my number one complaint about being a student).
I'm considering a Deadlands campaign set all in one town. Once every two weeks kind of thing, maybe next year. Not sure how I'll organise it yet, but it'll need a lot more work than my current mini-campaign.
I have to go wash my hair. Every now and then I get the wild desire to cut it all off and be done with it, but I kind of like having it long. You can't really fiddle with short hair, can you? It's just a hassle, and Legolas copied my hairtsyle. ;) I wonder how he kept it so clean and organised in the mines of Moria. Doubtless Gimli helped him. I have a sneaking suspicion that Legolas may be prettier than me, but I figure a bit of exercise and some blond hair dye will fix that in my case. *grin*
Maybe I should take up archery. ;)
Meeting RDE this evening. Never did catch up with BB. Hopefully will be able to do so when I get home tonight. I guess lunch will have to wait until tomorrow, or maybe we'll make a movie out of it, with all the difficulties that that sort of thing entails. Oh well. It'll still be nice. :)
Gotta go, I guess. Likely be back later.
