Class-Punk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m2KoSiF4Naw

I've been doing some serious thinking this week, and I am writing an essay on the topic of my thought, which came out of reading this article; which is anti-fantasy, not necessarily anti-monogamy. I've come to realize a lot of the potential relationships I could've had in the past with women who live near me, I destroyed, because I was brainwashed to believe that friendship and physical attraction was not enough, and that I was supposed to fall in love. But there is more liberation than regret for anyone who chooses to take on the worldview.

I got a dark blue dress shirt and some abstract dark blue ties. Goodwill sells ties pretty cheap. So far the ties don't seem so fat that I'm ready to modify them into skinny ties. There's a reason I chose dark blue because it seems like it will offset my eyes. I got help from Youtube to measure my chest and have a plain black vest that should be fitted, coming in the mail. I look forward to seeing how my outfit turns out, since I needed something to wear to weddings and funerals, and struggle to tell the difference between them.

This cover has been stuck in my head.

Welcome back.

Stomach needs time to heal. No more energy drinks.

Revision.

I'm bored, not tired, but shouldn't be getting a caffeine buzz at this hour to read or write. So meditation seems like the only thing worth doing. I should have drank that Kickstart faster..

Well I know TronRP will buy people a drink if she's feeling generous. So now on some impossible chance I got a DD to take me to City Club at the right time I could potentially have two cocktails in it for me. I'd just hope I could get both of the drinks before the bouncers noticed you were walking around with an assault rifle.

I noticed the time but I was wondering where the words came from. I always capitalize. So it remains a mystery.

I saw a therapist on AskMen talking about how with all his experience, every patient he had, had lead him to believe that depression was based on an internal fantasy that was in conflict with reality. Its been a long time since I spent every day totally miserable, popping pills that didn't work, and pulling the blades out of disposable razors. I constantly daydreamed about a different life, where I was in a good relationship with a woman that does not exist, happily working some hard job to make money off of, like making and selling custom trenchcoats for a living.. dressing unapologetically Goth all the time, and not having teeth rotting out of my mouth. Now I accept who I am and my reality. Rather than blindly taking shame from every human being with an opinion, which was once the case for me, I look to see if there is rationality in their accusation. And I struggle not to let any daydream turn into a prolonged emotional reaction. I don't believe that drugs can cure depression, because as previously stated, I see it as a conflict between reality and internal fantasy. Traumatic past stories are just a distraction from some underlying personal fantasy which was originally created to run away from that trauma. So I think its best for a therapist or a depressed person to find and point out the fantasy and its irrationality.

o.O I never said this.

Something is wrong with that thing's jaw.

The amount of articles I read is mentally unhealthy.

Get my spider-guts-free laundry out.

I feel mentally groggy, probably missing an hour of sleep or something. I woke up at 9 AM today and was still drunk, everything was spinning even with my eyes shut. But as for nausea I've had much worse hangovers. However when I finally did wake up, I found a little black spider that I had been sleeping on and crushed. If it would've been something like some quarter-sized wolf spider that would've sucked and I probably would've actually got bit. I don't know if this incident is better or worse than the time I found the remains of a boxelder bug inside of my pillowcase. The cheap antfarm though.. nothing I can recall was as bad as the cheap antfarm...

Bloody Dead and Sexy - One by one

Well I don't believe in prayer or "positive energy" as something supernatural, so I will say: get well soon. - I feel that I need to go to sleep.

Ugh. I've got "BBC" written down a notebook card. Lol. Books. Bottles. Coffee. (Note to future self.)

I'm better than I was yesterday, I think my mood balanced out. I'm slightly intoxicated, but.. I have a lot of math ahead of me. I got a couple Bud Light Platinums in the fridge, no way in hell I'm drinking them now since I have class tomorrow. I also feel old. I'm chugging water but I have a slight feeling that puking might be inevitable. My stomach is starting to give me the bat signal of nausea, and I could easily bring Arkham Asylum to a Porcelain Theatre in the near future. Edit: Never mind, the darkness has passed. Hope everyone else is feeling better.

It always comes back eventually.

I need to attempt to make masa sometime.

Tired. Fucked over by society and my college repeatedly. Tired of college. Today was just worse than a normal, uneventful birthday.

A streamlined way to find out who might be drunk in the DGN gallery. http://www.newscient...-in-photos.html