Pixel Imperfect

I don't like to talk to most people about when I am hurting. Just Jeff and a very close friend. I don't like people to know. I don't even like to talk to my doctor about it. I fucking hate going to the doctor. I don't want to swear, but I dislike it that much. So, you can see, I would not go if I did not have to. I should've gone months ago, in the spring. I know, I know. But I denied it. I should've never gone off Lexapro. So, now I am on Welbutrin. I've been on it for two weeks and already I cannot take it. The side effects are overwhelming me. Did you know that if someone who is already prone to anxiety is put on Selective Seratonin Reuptake Inhibitors, it is not uncommon for them to have panic attacks? (a/n: turns out Welbutrin is a Dopamine Reuptake Inhibitor. So, I guess I'm just extra anxious.) I know this. I've had them before, but nothing like the one I had on Sunday. I was at work, and I was going on my lunch break. I was dr

I think bigger reasons for the rant will appear soon enough. Couple days. Week tops. Anyway We're reading Plato's Symposium in Literary Critcism. I haven't read it before but, even the introduction is hilarious! And, ummm, enlightening to certain aspects of Greek culture. The homosexual relationship between an older man and a boy (while creepy to our society) was kind of utilitarian. The man (the lover) would go after these younger boys (the beloved). (That is how they are referred to in Symposium.) It was expected. If a man made a fool of himself chasing after a boy, people would say "how charming!" If he made a fool of himself in regards to anything else, well, he was being foolish! However, if a boy gave into the lover too soon, it was shameful. (So, they have to play hard to get?) Once the relationship was established, it was basically a trade. Sex for knowledge. "The [beloved] had everything to learn from and nothing to teach the [lover]; in fact, a prop

Hahahaha, yesterday at dinner Ray brought Tim the smallest banana. It was pretty small for a real banana. (Implying...) and then Tim picked it up and pretended to call me. It made me think of banana phone! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone I've got this feeling, so appealing, for us to get together and sing. Sing! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone Ding dong ding dong ding dong ding donana phone It grows in bunches, I've got my hunches, It's the best! Beats the rest! Cellular, Modular, Interactivodular! Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring banana phone Boop-boo-ba-doo-ba-doop! Ping pong ping pong ping pong ping panana phone It's no baloney, it ain't a p(h)ony My cellular bananular phone!

O RLY? So, dear readers, here we are again. I've had people -sisters- rawring at me for not updating. I started to think about it. And I said to myself: "Self, why haven't you blogged? Your readers await more deliciously funny / crazy / lame blog droppings!" I've realized what it is. My blog is encroaching on my real life. This blog is not part of my personal life. It's part of my Internets life. I don't wanna hear blah blah blah that's what you get. I didn't have to give people the address. (People who just find it randomly and keep reading are awesome!) So, I am going to lay down some rules for my dear readers. Anyone, absolutely anyone, can comment on my blog about what I say. Duh. This goes without saying. This is important regarding the next rule. People who know me personally, outside of the internets, are not allowed to talk to me about what I put on here. Unless, I talk about it with you first. If you do, I will

The ultimate pessimist does not believe the sun will come up every morning, just because it has, every day, for the last ten million years or so.”

It's only the second day of classes, but I already have a pile of text books and note books sitting next to my desk (occupied by a laptop and a TV.... I had no where else to put it!)

Okay, so I'm back. Don't know how much I'll be blogging. It'll take some time to build up steam. Today, however, had good fodder for blogging. There was a mandatory meeting for all returning students to discuss some new policies that the school had instated over the summer break. I was curious because I knew there had been a lot of changes and I wanted to know what was going on. The first item up for discussion was the new drinking policy. Of course, abide by the law, no one under 21 drinking, duh. 21 and up, have fun, don't die. There is a new rule: under 21 cannot be in a room where there is an open alcohol container. Empty bottles/cans constitute open container. It's kinda lame, yes, but it would never have been instated if there weren't so many irresponsible under 21 students. Also, there are the Rider University indictments which are giving college administrators all over the country panic attacks. Most schools are buckling down. During the meeting the