Balancing on the Edge of Insanity

Cruelty of my Mind

Thinking over a conversation I had when I was in 8th grade, I realize that I'm a very cruel person.  While I was in 8th grade we had just bombed some city because we were angry with them or something.  I don't know the real reason and I didn't really care.  It wasn't my problem.  I was only a measly 13 year-old in 8th grade and figured the world could survive without me knowing exactly what was going on.

Anyhow we'd had a bomb threat at our school (made by the older brother of one of the students) and everyone was forced to sit outside until the bomb sniffing dogs could be brought in.  We sat out there for three hours.  Plenty of time to get into multiple conversations about school, other kids, what clothes were in, and... politics.

Favorites Time

Figured it was time to update my favorites list from April of last year.... it's been almost 8 months after all.

Later... I'll tell you about getting yet ANOTHER new job at my work.

Medicating the Masses

I got a question today from moodymom about me being on medications.  Which made me decide to tell all of you about me and medications.

In response? No, I'm not currently on any medications.  That doesn't mean I haven't tried them.  I've had Paxil, Prozac, Zoloft, Welbutrin, Depakote and others that I've had but can't remember the name of.

Sleep Depravation Highs

So I've noticed that occasionally I'll get a "sleep depravation" high.  This isn't a normal thing for me.  Normally, when I'm tired I'll fall asleep.  Or get so cranky that people wish to shoot me and put themselves out of the misery of my company.

However, there are days when I've had under four hours of sleep in a 40 hour time span and instead of doing either of those two things I go haywire.  I get jittery, silly, and over imaginative.

The jittery and silly I can handle.  It annoys me, but I can handle it.  it's the over imaginative that drives me up a wall.

Adaptation Theory

          When I was about twelve I had an idea.  I decided that if I had a son of my own I would make him a test subject.  I would be this world famous scientist and raise my son in a completely controlled environment so that I could test a theory that I had.

         

Old Writtings

I've no idea when I wrote this, but it was obviously after someone in my family died.

Just came accross it while cleaning out my desk drawers.

Written exactly as was in my notebook (incorrect grammar and all).

ASS-umption

This morning I had a conversation with Mr Q.  And he said something that wasn't true.  So, when I told him he had no proof of it so it wasn't true, he replied with "Well... it was an assumption."

After reading a blog yesterday that had said "when you make an assumption you're making an ass out of you and umption" I changed it a little just for Mr Q.

My reply?  "Sweety, you can't spell assumption with out an ASS.  So I guess in a way you'd be right huh?"

Thank the gods Mr Q didn't take offense to it.  It sounds really pissy, but was ment as a joke.  He took it as one and just laughed at me.

Note to Self: When trying to come up with a witty reparte... chose you're words carefully as well as who you say them to...

Movin' On In

On the 21st my Mike is supposed to start moving in.  And I'm still not sure if him moving in will be a good thing or a bad thing.

Scared Little Bunny

Gah!!!  I just set up payment arrangements with a consumer!!!!!!

To you this may not be a big deal.  But it's the first time I've EVER SUCCESSFULLY accoplished such a task.  Seriously.  It is.

And boy was it nerve wracking.  I was trying not to shake out of my skin while setting it up.  I think that if the guy had yelled at me I would have cried.  Thankfully he only raised his voice a little bit at the beginning of my attempts.

Man if I'm like this after every single one of these... I'm never going to make it as a collector.  But that's okay.  I only have to do this for three months and then I can go back to skiptracing.  Lovely skiptracing.  I never truely appreciated skiptracing before this point.  Now I will never say another bad word about it.  Or at least I'll refrain from the really bad ones.

Shopping, Learning, Worn Out

Joy of all joys.  This year seems to have started so wonderful...

Or not...