jem's_bad_day jem wow today really sucked. its my frist official day of march break. my parents made me break up with my boyfriend, i stubbed (and probably broke) my baby toe, a guitar string broke and almost took out my eye, and i could only find my uncomfortable shoes to wear tonight as i volunteered at the soup kitchen. my feet hurt, i need to buy new strings, and i'm heartbroken! someone please cheer me up before the sky falls or something =o( 010312 ... florescent light When I was little, whenever I stubbed my toe, I would have to take off my sock and count to make sure they were all still attached. 010312 ... nocturnal I'm sorry but I think that's the cutest thing I've ever heard. 010312 ... mikey i used to have this fetish about everything being even. in pairs. never odd. like if i tugged on my left ear id HAVE to tug on my right. always. no matter how small a task i did. if i scratched my left foot id have to scratch the right to. i mean ALWAYS. the way i broke that without thinking was..now...anytime i set an alarm..or timer like on microwaves...i ALWAYS add a 1 at the end. instead of 10:00 its 10:01 and so on....always heehee nobody in this entire world has ever heard that about me. EVER. weird 010312 ... unhinged everything breaks and there is always a way to fix it 010312 ... florescent light I would have to do things in even numbers. If I accidently brushed the doorknob, I'd have to touch it again. Then I would think...well...does an accidental brush count as one, and an intentional touch count as the second, or does the intentional brush count as something completely seperate? So I'd touch it again for the third time, just in case the intentional brush counted as one, not two. But then I thought, well, I just touched it three times, and I need to do it in even numbers. And I'd start going nuts, touching it, and trying to figure it out. I was real young at the time, no older than 8. 010312 ... mikey god thats me. that is so me. thats what im sayin ANYTHING had to be even. if i stubbed my toe i swear to god id have to semi stub my other one. if shaved and did 3 strokes on left side id have to do 4 then do 4 on right side of my face. its SO WEIRD!!! 010312 ... nocturnal I almost drove myself crazy when I was younger (sadly not all that much younger) because I was somehow convinced everyone could read my mind. true story. so I'd try to stop thinking certain things which is impossible because by thinking about not thinking about something, you're thinking about it right there. so yeah, that was tough. but I'm somewhat sure no one can read my mind anymore. but there are some people out there that still make me wonder.....? 010312 ... florescent light it's not weird. It's called OCD. Obscessive Compulsive Disorder. The same chemicals that cause depression in the brain, are also repsonsable for Social Anxiety Disorder and OCD. 010312 ... johnny west I used to make music. There was always music going on inside of my head, so I would sing while I ate my cereal. I would tap on my desk in class and sing to myself (even while the teacher was talking). Anything that produced a noise would become my drum. My mom and step father would make me stop, telling me I was retarded ("You don't want people to think you're retarded, do you?"). I found other ways to make music when no one else was around. Now I use instruments. 010312 ... mikey JEM hugs =o) 010312 ... monadh when I was little..and having a bad day and if it happened to be rainy out (and it always seemed to raining) I would run to the kitchen and grab some bread-bags and put my feet in them and then put my boots on I would run outside and jump in as many puddles as I could find and stomp around in them splashing around in the muddy waters my feet never got wet things seemed so simple then a few years I had this thing about knocking on wood to the point where every single bad thought that crossed my mind I would have to knock on wood over I still knock on wood..though not half as much as I used to... haven't jumped in a puddle in far too long and I have a million and one odd habits 010312 ... twiggie when i got in the car and we'd go on the highway i'd have to count the dotted lines to 100 before i could do anything else. that was just last year... even if i'm at someone else's house, i've changed the toilet paper so it's going UNDER not OVER. i felt a little bad but i couldn't stand it when it was over... whenever i set my alarm for the next morning, especially if it was for like 4 or 6am (even numbers) i'd have to put :01 and not just :00. it's gotten better though. 010313 ... jem tehehe you guys are so cute when i was young i had a strange obsession with brushing my hair. i would brush each side with 50 or 100 brushes everytime i picked up the hairbrush (which was a lot of times) i would even wake up in the middle of the night and brush my hair. in the morning, before i go to bed, when i got home from school, before supper... also in the shower i would wash my hair with shampoo, soap, body wash... whatever i could get my little hands on. i liked to mix things together to make my own "beauty lotion." i was a strange child... 010313 ... monadh I was a stranger one *L* 010313 ... mikey tell us monadh share with us monadh please monadh show us your strangeness monadh 010313 ... monadh haha well first of all *shows mikey her extra fingers and toes* 010313 ... mikey you joking or are you being serious? in reality it doesnt matter we all think your beautiful based on what we read from you. i dont know you and maybe never will. what we share and express here is for ourselves not anyone eles. i know me personaly i think your beautiful based on the writing i see. 010313 ... monadh that is so sweet mikey! thanks a billion I am feeling a bit cheered up already and no...I wasn't serious no extra digits for me I am a Vegan though and whenever I say that people seem to think I mean I am from another planet (which I am) So when does the big pic take place? Do I have time to have a bath first? 010313 ... monadh oops that last bit shoulda gone under blather_school_photo but I am tired so that is my excuse for a sad story 010313 ... twiggie my grandma used to tell me that i had to brush my hair on each side 100 times or else it wouldn't do any good. so i'd sit there believing her and brush my hair and count. i hated it. 010313 ... Aimee I had a crappy day yesterday. There was this vocal jazz workshop I had to go to with my choir. At first it seemed really neat, but after the first three hours of just sitting there waiting to go on stage to be critiqued it got really old fast. There were things I wanted to get done. I had to practice my violin and I had a voice lesson too. so after we were on stage (after another hour of waiting) they "professionals" critiqued us by saying how wonderful we were and not offering any constructive criticism. We then went to lunch were I paid $3 dollar for a 2 inch sub, and a tiny piece of dry cake. Went back and sat around for another 1 hour and 45 mins doing nothing. A complete waste of my time. I could have been working during this time. Now I thought that this would be the end of a crappy day, but no, I had a 3 hour play practice I was required to go to. But of course the directors chose to do the half of the play in which my character was dead, and therefore I wasted another 3 hours of my life being completely bored out of my mind. I seriously believe that life is a waste of my time. 010314 ... oh pee um you think YOUR OCD is bad, let me tell you about my cousin... he leaves the house for work, locks the door three times, count them, ONE TWO THREE then he goes to the pharmacy and counts pills all day long 5 10 15 20 THEN he walks home, the same way every night, crosses the same streets at the same light, and eats the same freaking tuna sandwich for dinner and THEN he goes to bed, turns off the light three times and doesn't bother to lock the door behind him... 010516 what's it to you? who go blather from