Lindsey
The Sunne may set and rise /
But we contrariwise /
Sleepe after our short light /
One everlasting night.
July 2009
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Friday, 24th July 2009
Have you ever heard the phrase: When it rains, it pours? That's how things have been like for me for the past two weeks. I've been through a depression / anxiety patch which is thankfully lifting quickly, just in time for my birthday. When things are like that, it's hard for me to say anything, really. I just want to curl up and forget the world. But I'm mostly myself again. I suppose life will go on as usual.
Tuesday, 9th June 2009
Okay, so after a month of breathless anticipation, I plunked down at 10:00 to watch the season premiere of My Life on the D-List and now I have one question: was it just me, or was Bette Midler really frickin' rude to Kathy? I mean, I know KG can probably grate a little on people, but she was so obnoxiously imperious throughout the whole show that I couldn't help wondering why she agreed to be on in the first place. Apparently BM exchanged her appearance on the show for Kathy's emcee services, so she obviously knows what KG's like. I gotta say, I felt so bad for Kathy when she went to congratulate BM and the first thing out of the singer's mouth was that she didn't approve of her onstage joke. Hello? That's what Kathy's best at - scandalizing middle-aged people!
Anyway, today was a nice, well-rounded day. I got up, did a little bit of cleaning, tried to buy 212 from Sephora but couldn't because the site was down, traveled to Yellow Springs with Dad and my brother in order to see the therapist (hereby known as Dr. Funke) again, got lunch at skeevy Subway, had strange session at therapist's which involved yelling angrily at stuffed animals, came back home to pick up Mom, finally ordered 212, went to awesome Japanese place for dinner, ordered bibimbap but couldn't eat it because I wasn't sure if the brown curly things were a type of vegetable or animal intestine, came home to watch Kathy Griffin, then Conan, and am now writing this. Well done, self.
Friday, 29th May 2009
Today was my first appointment with my therapist for the summer, so Mom and I trekked over to Yellow Springs for the afternoon. I haven't been there since Junior Year of high school (I think?) so it was nice to come back and see that nothing much had changed. Luckily, it was a gorgeous day today, so before my appointment we wandered around, popping into Dark Star Books (Geek-gasm!), Jennifer's Touch (a tiny jewelery store with gorgeous wares), and The Winds Cafe for lunch. It was a really nice little trip and I ended up liking my new therapist, Dr. B, although he does remind me a little too much of Tobias Funke.
I'm still slogging through Doctor Faustus, which is quite frustrating. You would think a book about a man selling his soul to the devil would be hella entertaining, but there are so many long-winded digressions that when you finally find a nugget of interesting ideas, you're too beaten down to care. Normally I would have given up already, but for some reason I feel like doing so would be a big failure on my part. Like, if I put it down for good, I would be acknowledging that I'm not smart enough to read it. So now I have this weird ego thing going on where I have to prove myself to Thomas Mann (even though he's dead) when I could be reading Sandman or something less leaden. Self, why do you do things like this?
Friday, 8th May 2009
I was browsing The Onion's A.V. Club website, hunting for something to read, and came across an interview with the hysterical Maria Bamford, in which she discusses dealing with OCD. I was recently diagnosed with OCD, and have had a mixed experience dealing with the implications of it. On the one hand, I'm glad to have something to point to which explains why my mind is so fuckin' weird. On the other, like a lot of mental illnessess, I don't think OCD is really understood by a lot of people. It is so much more than germophobia, which is what I thought until I was diagnosed. Not to mention, it was kind of hard to acknowledge that something was wrong with the way my brain works.
Anyway, if you haven't experienced how awesome her comedy is, check these little numbers out:
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