Apparently, I have more single socks missing a partner than a dating service has desperate singles

You never realize how much pure shit you’ve acquired than when you’re packing for college.

Overblown and Fabulous

I got a pedicure. It’s neon day glow hot pink. It’s Garish. And Fabulous.

Stop. Rethink. Start Over.

I think everyone on the planet has some fear of change. Even in the smallest way. There’s comfort in the familiar, in living your life in the way for which you worked. And life will always change, every day, but not to any great degree. But what happens when your fear is realized, and you’re told – “You need to change your life. The way you’ve lived needs to be altered for your health.”

I’d mentioned in an early post a diagnosis. Don’t worry, it’s nothing deadly, but the illness is serious enough to require that I change my life. Medications, sleep cycles, behavior modification. No alcohol or drugs.

The ChangeYourLife Alert shook me. It took me by the shoulders and throttled me. I worked so hard to truly enjoy my life, after pain and hardships, that being told to change left me with a knot in my throat, and an occasional nausea. It didn’t seem fair, I hated it. And it’s scary. Change your life. I’m a creature of habit, I need consistency, and I was happy in my present consistency.

But, for all that consistency, my health is at risk. And loathe though I am to admit it, it’s a serious issue that I need to have the maturity to take care of.

I’ve just never been so afraid of change before. My life has gotten so wierd, and I’m not sure what it means for the future.

To think positively, now that my illness has been recognized, I can go about fixing it, but it’s terrifying. School has never seemed so far away from home, the world has never seemed so threatening.

So, about the lack of posting…

I’ve been diagnosed, but am having “coping” and “acceptance” issues. At the moment, I much prefer lying in a ball under my covers and ignoring the world. (Don’t worry, it’s nothing that isn’t treatable.) Sorry. I’ll post again soon.

And in case you were wondering.

I think the ability to flip one’s hair is extremely important in life. It can convey so much.

I think you’re cute. *Flip*

I’m angry at you. *Flip*

I have hair in my face. *Flip*

So versatile.