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Even in the land of crazy people, I still don't fit in.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008 @ 10:59 PM
I went to an "emotional regulation" group that my therapist put together. Today was the orientation. Many of the other participants are mostly AA drop-outs who, if today was any indication, want to treat the group as though it's their personal one-on-one therapy session instead of actually working on emotional regulation skills. Total waste of time.
Today my annoyance with children reached a new peak. Every day at the pharmacy, I am surrounded by bratty children. Toddlers scream and screech, kindergartners demand candy and toys, they stomp their feet and yell, "You're no fair!" and "But it's mine."
But today, a kid who was at least nine and might have been eleven, threw a tantrum because his mother refused to buy him a Twizzlers. His mother tried reasoning with him, she even tried threatening him with vague punishments. He did not relent. His mother and sister left the store, and he was still trying to get me to scan the Twizzlers at my register. I told him, "You're being very rude," which I don't think his mother appreciated. I was about to start giving him a lecture ("Money doesn't grow on trees, you need to show your mother more respect, and from now on, and if you can't learn to behave more maturely, no one will like you. You can either start being a better human being, or die alone. Possibly by my hand.") But I thought better of it. He finally followed his mother and sister out the door, and I just muttered to myself, "Kid, you are way too old to pull that shit."
Tomorrow I'm taking the bus to Binghamton to spend my two days off with my mom, going out to eat excellent food and shopping. I'll stay Wednesday and Thursday night, and my mom's going to bring me home on Friday before I have to work at three. I don't even mind that I have to take a four hour bus ride, because I can amuse myself for hours by playing with my phone. I love my iPhone.
I kinda hate that bitch.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008 @ 12:29 PM
I got written up four times by my store manager, for things that were not my fault. I got written up four times for bullshit. And my manager called me irresponsible and wrote a lot of mean-spirited crap about me. I'm getting mixed messages about whether or not I'm going to get fired. But what the hell? I'm a writer, not a cashier. I'm going to start working on Like Dreaming, Backwards again. It still doesn't feel finished.
Decemberween is Coming.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008 @ 3:54 PM
My lost phone was never returned to me. I lost probably 75+ phone numbers. On the upside, I got a 3G iPhone. It is so pretty. Its name is Gabrielle.
I'm planning to throw a birthday/Halloween party this year in Beacon. It's a Friday night and everyone within a 90 mile radius is required to attend. In costume. Those outside the 90 mile radius are strongly encouraged to make the trip, but I will understand if my 25th birthday isn't enough reason to shell out transportation money.
Amanda's birthday is soon, but she's not having a party, she's going with Rich to his friend's wedding. I got her a really awesome present, but she has no idea. I'm also belatedly burning some birthday media for Will. I guess he gets bored out in Decatur with no cable. Personally, I just watch Netflix Instant Viewing. Most recently, I watched season two of "The L Word." Not bad.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008 @ 1:42 PM
I thought I was good at pain
But feeling it a lot is not the same
As staring down its scary face
Giving thanks and choosing change
-- Break Through by Jenn Lindsay
IN YOUR FACE, RICH BELLIN.
Thursday, September 04, 2008 @ 10:22 PM
Exercise Is Found Not to Affect Depression:
"...Even though people who exercise are less likely to be depressed or anxious, it is probably not because they exercise... They found that the association of exercise with reduced anxious and depressive symptoms could be explained genetically: people disinclined to exercise also tend to be depressed. One does not cause the other."
I lost my phone.
Monday, September 01, 2008 @ 9:53 PM
Spank my ass and call me Chelsea Holland, because I lost my phone at Coney Island.
Today sucked. Coney Island is completely overrated.
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