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tabular_rasaI just participated in a psychology *experiment* (my last, for this semester, for credit, at least, lol . . . ) that was actually a standardization procedure for anxiety questionnaires and diagnoses, lol . . .
I bet I skewed them, a little bit, particularly considering how utterly stressed out I am.
Carol was *asleep* on her bed (still in her pajamas; I suspect she didn't go to class, again, today O.o), listening to piano music, when I came in; she immediately got up, got dressed, and silently left. Awkward . . .
She must be stressed out (there's a General Chemistry exam, tonight, I think); it must not be me . . . but the mood I've been in has not been conductive to rationalizing that that much . . .
I don't know what to accredit to my problems, anymore, actually. A lot of things I thought were a reflection of me turned out to be a reflection of other people (or, more specifically, my favorite, the situation)-- but, the thing is, I don't know that for sure, so I can't get arrogant and start thinking that (and, most importantly, applying that . . . ). So, perhaps, I really no better off than I originally was, initially . . .
My cryptic quotient has increased tenfold. I find this very annoying. I miss being able to say everything I ever wanted to say, but, well, I've come now finally to the point where what I can say can't always be said to everyone, or something . . .
. . . though, well, it was arguable that case all along; but I felt I dealt with it with much some tact . . .
Wow, I am so compulsive right now. That was terrible grammar and I was compulsed to write it.
I feel very 1920s/1930s today. This dress is fun for that. I danced around to "The Cell Block Tango," because I had nothing else very 1920s-ish available and handy to listen to, lol . . .
It's actuallycold decently spring-weather, today, actually. This light dress is actually cold on me!
I bet I skewed them, a little bit, particularly considering how utterly stressed out I am.
Carol was *asleep* on her bed (still in her pajamas; I suspect she didn't go to class, again, today O.o), listening to piano music, when I came in; she immediately got up, got dressed, and silently left. Awkward . . .
She must be stressed out (there's a General Chemistry exam, tonight, I think); it must not be me . . . but the mood I've been in has not been conductive to rationalizing that that much . . .
I don't know what to accredit to my problems, anymore, actually. A lot of things I thought were a reflection of me turned out to be a reflection of other people (or, more specifically, my favorite, the situation)-- but, the thing is, I don't know that for sure, so I can't get arrogant and start thinking that (and, most importantly, applying that . . . ). So, perhaps, I really no better off than I originally was, initially . . .
My cryptic quotient has increased tenfold. I find this very annoying. I miss being able to say everything I ever wanted to say, but, well, I've come now finally to the point where what I can say can't always be said to everyone, or something . . .
. . . though, well, it was arguable that case all along; but I felt I dealt with it with much some tact . . .
Wow, I am so compulsive right now. That was terrible grammar and I was compulsed to write it.
I feel very 1920s/1930s today. This dress is fun for that. I danced around to "The Cell Block Tango," because I had nothing else very 1920s-ish available and handy to listen to, lol . . .
It's actually
