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Kick Coconuts
Mar. 27th, 2005 10:54 pmArgh, I sometimes hate writing entries. I feel like I have so much, and yet so little to say. I went home two weeks ago for break and did a whole lot of nothing. Just hung about, visiting family, friends (well, friend) and teasing my retarded dog. I don't know. Returning home feels so stifling, and yet somehow, it’s comforting. Everyone knows the score, knows my moods, and they love me. It’s not perfect, but no where near as problematic as the lives of others.
Our family avoided political talk (which never ends happily) and my dad wasn't too much of a jerk. My Dad is great, I love him, he's wonderful, but occasionally dense. In his family, making joking comments regarding one's weight is acceptable since they have good intent. The annoying part is when I ask him why he said what he said, and he pretends he didn't say anything. Dork.
But my Granny did teach me a family recipe, which I made on Friday for my roommates, and it was a resounding success, even the vegetarian tofu-filled version. Then I also visited a FNP who specializes in women's healthcare, and she thinks that I shouldn't just take the Paxil. I should take Wellbutrin as well. Oddly, I feel better taking two antidepressants- apparently that cold numb feeling I've been having can be cause by the Paxil. So yeah, lots of drugs for me. Yay?
Also, one of my flat mates bought a collection of 8 horror films for $5. That's 65 cents a movie! And yeah, some of them were so not worth it. We watched a really bad one about God and Satan divvying up souls on a train. Cool concept, but they tried to make it a horror film. Lame. Then we watched "Devils Nightmare," a French horror film from 1971. It was actually pretty cool, about a succubus and a family curse. The only weird part was the lesbian sex scene(s). It was one scene with these two lesbians, but then went to another scene about the other characters, and then, hey, more lesbian action. It was just pointless, it didn't do anything for the plot.
Our family avoided political talk (which never ends happily) and my dad wasn't too much of a jerk. My Dad is great, I love him, he's wonderful, but occasionally dense. In his family, making joking comments regarding one's weight is acceptable since they have good intent. The annoying part is when I ask him why he said what he said, and he pretends he didn't say anything. Dork.
But my Granny did teach me a family recipe, which I made on Friday for my roommates, and it was a resounding success, even the vegetarian tofu-filled version. Then I also visited a FNP who specializes in women's healthcare, and she thinks that I shouldn't just take the Paxil. I should take Wellbutrin as well. Oddly, I feel better taking two antidepressants- apparently that cold numb feeling I've been having can be cause by the Paxil. So yeah, lots of drugs for me. Yay?
Also, one of my flat mates bought a collection of 8 horror films for $5. That's 65 cents a movie! And yeah, some of them were so not worth it. We watched a really bad one about God and Satan divvying up souls on a train. Cool concept, but they tried to make it a horror film. Lame. Then we watched "Devils Nightmare," a French horror film from 1971. It was actually pretty cool, about a succubus and a family curse. The only weird part was the lesbian sex scene(s). It was one scene with these two lesbians, but then went to another scene about the other characters, and then, hey, more lesbian action. It was just pointless, it didn't do anything for the plot.
