A few words
"When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness."
"Is the meaning of life defined by its duration? Or does life have a purpose so large that it doesn't have to be prolonged at any cost to preserve its meaning?"
"Living is not good, but living well. The wise man, therefore, lives as well as he should, not as long as he can... He will always think of life in terms of quality not quantity... Dying early or late is of no relevance, dying well or ill is... even if it is true that while there is life there is hope, life is not to be bought at any cost."
"People will tell you nothing matters, the whole world's about to end soon anyway. Those people are looking at life the wrong way. I mean, things don't need to last forever to be perfect."
"All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories — if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death."
--The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes
Think about it
Kill that boredom!
Binder Paper Comics
Web Comics and Such
A Distant Soil (Some nudity)
The Abominable Charles Christopher
The Adventures of Dr. McNinja
The Adventures of Gyno-Star (Some explicit stuff)
Bear in Mind
Blue Milk Special
The Book of Biff
Chain Bear (Some explicit stuff)
Cyanide and Happiness
Daisy is Dead
dead winter (has some explicit stuff)
Devilbear: The Grimoires of Bearalzebub (PG-13?)
Eat That Toast!
Ectopiary (Some nudity)
Edmund Finney's Quest to Find the Meaning of Life
The Fancy Adventures of Jack Cannon
For Lack of a Better Comic
Girls with Slingshots (some explicit stuff...?)
Hark! A Vagrant
Head Doctor Productions
Hello with Cheese
The Intrepid Girlbot
Kyle & Atticus
The League of Evil Genius
Legend of Bill
Living With Insanity (some nudity)
Love Me Nice
Lovecraft is Missing
Married to the Sea
The Moon Prince
Moth (Some nudity)
The Non-Adventures of Wonderella
Political Cartoonists Index
Robbie and Bobby
Run Freak Run
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
The Secret Knots
Stand Still. Stay Silent
The Super Fogeys
Tales of Pylea
Three Word Phrase (some nudity)
Tiny Kitten Teeth
Toothpaste for Dinner
Two Guys and Guy
Yellow Peril (PG-13)
No Longer Updating Web Comics
The Adventures of Ellie Connelly
Bag of Toast
Cigarro & Cerveja
A Fine Example
Finn and Charlie are HITCHED
Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
Letters to a Wild Boar
Meat and Plastic
The Nerds of Paradise
No Reason Comics
One Swoop Fell
Pictures for Sad Children
Roy's Boys (PG 13?)
The Super Gay Adventures of Ross Boston
YU + ME
Pure Flash Awesomeness
Die Anstalt : Toy Psychiatry
Creatures in My Head
Damn You Auto Correct!
Jhonen Vasquez's site
Overheard in New York
Passive Aggressive Notes
Friday, March 7, 2014
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
I was relatively laidback in high school when it came to grades. I never got any final grades below a B that I can recall, but I was pretty content with Bs. As were cool, but not something I really stressed about.
Now I'm a straight A student, and I stress a lot about maintaining that.
There was this study done about neuroplasticity in the depression recently-ish. If you don't know what neuroplasticity is, basically it's this idea that our brains change and adapt. Our neurons form connections with each other which are strengthened by repeated exposure or weakened by lack of exposure to particular things. Anyway, this study found that depressed people have less neuroplasticity, which means they have more trouble adapting (and therefore learning).
In a way that can perpetuate depression, because it kind of impedes a person from making new connections/associations. This is why it is pretty useful to tell people who have depression to cheer up or be more optimistic. Their brains just can't make that shift easily. You get stuck in this puddle of pessimism and it's hard to see things any other way.
I'm wondering if this neuroplasticity thing affected my grades in high school at all, or if it was just other factors in my life. I was depressed throughout my high school years, but at the same time, that was kind of my "first time" experiencing depression, even if it never really ended for years. I hadn't developed good coping mechanisms yet, so maybe things just affected me more then.
Even though I know I've had depressive episodes since high school, in my mind they don't compare to how I felt back then. I don't know if this is just because I've learned how to handle them better or if things really just were worse. In any case, since my second semester of college, I've been getting nothing but As (with the disappointing exception of two A-s). So I guess the (unanswerable) question is, am I less depressed now than I was in high school? And related to that, is my brain more plastic now than it was? Does that factor in to why I'm achieving more?
There are too many factors to really know, though. I mean, I'm more motivated now, I guess. In senior year of high school I started getting some esteem boosts from getting good grades and recognition from teachers. (Well, technically it started in junior year I guess, but I think it had a bigger impact in senior year) I work harder now than I did in high school. Back then I would put the minimum possible effort in to get a B. Now I put the effort in to get as close to perfect as possible when I can. My perception of myself has also changed. I don't view myself as inferior to everyone around me anymore. In a (somewhat horrifying?) twist of fate, my classmates perceive me as possibly the smartest person in the class. My school friends routinely check their answers against mine to verify them, and I get asked a lot of questions about our course material.
What's weirder to me is that I actually KNOW the answers to most of these questions. In high school my motto could've been "I don't know." Now I find myself telling people that not only do I know, but I can explain it to them so they understand. It's strange to be confident about things. Even though it was over three years ago now, the memory of being confused and fearful is still very fresh in my memory. It's hard to forget being afraid to walk because you don't know if the ground in front of you is real or not. It's strange to feel like I CAN know things.
This post is getting kind of ramble-y. And this question is like "which came first, the chicken or the egg?" "Which came first, a brain change or a behavior/perspective change?"
I guess all I can really say is that my life is different, and I'm different. Maybe that's good, maybe that's bad. I'm less overwhelmed now, but I also feel less creative and expressive. I think I'm more externally focused and less internally focused. (Might have to do with why I post less these days than I used to)
Anyway, that's it, I think. There aren't a lot of thoughts I feel are blog-worthy anymore, but this is something I wanted to keep.
Dream eighty something...
Monday, March 3, 2014
I keep a list of dream notes on my tablet. It's not comprehensive, since sometimes I don't bother to record my dreams, but it has over eighty dreams in it now.
Last night I had a dream that I was in a tiny chapel, the size of a large bedroom maybe, the walls of which were all painted a bleak charcoal grey color. There was an arched wooden double door to my right that led out to a small graveyard out front, and ahead of me was a wooden table with benches where a couple people were sitting. There was no wall behind it, just an open space you could see overcast sky and dead grass from. I bought some sort of service or food and sat at the table, then decided I should give some money to the people around me. At this point I was a man with brown hair and a moustache and a cowboy hat, sort of like Matthew McConaughey in Dallas Buyers Club I guess. My wallet had sixteen dollars in it, but I knew I could take the money out and close it and it would refill itself. Something bad had happened to the world and it seemed like I ought to be generous with my money while it still meant anything.
I went into the graveyard as the man, and then I was a different person, though he was still there. He had an axe and he was crazy, he was killing people, he was coming after me. At first I thought he only wanted to kill people with certain characteristics, because he was distracted by someone outside who was a server, but after he had killed everyone in his way he came after me again. I ran out of the graveyard onto the sidewalk, then into the street. He kept following me. I ran along the road for awhile, stopping periodically to try to catch my breath and look behind me. He got closer and closer, and it seemed like he wasn't tiring even though I was. I tried to run in such a way that he would follow me and get hit by a car, but the car that was coming missed him. Occasionally he would stop if I stopped, but if I tried to run in a different direction he wouldn't be tricked and he would cut me off. I did this a few times, and then stopped and tried to run back to where I had come from, but he caught me. I think he killed me.
In the future, a group of people (I was a different person, but in the group) got together to try to kill the man who had been terrorizing them for so long. He had killed many of us, but we resolved to end it before anyone else died. Some of us lured him to a clearing near the chapel, and we surrounded him and decapitated him. His head fell to the ground, and there was no flesh in it. It was completely hollow and filled with huge squirming maggots. They began to crawl out of the head and we stomped on them with a mixture of fear and disgust. The leader of the group told us it wouldn't truly be over until we got every last one.
Valentine's gifts and other things
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
This entry is pretty late, but here are the presents my boyfriend got me for Valentine's Day:
At the Jack of All Trades Market, there was a bag that I really liked, but when I asked the vendor how much it was, she said it was $120. Way out of my price range. I was kind of disappointed, but I didn't think much of it I guess. Later, my boyfriend asked me how much I liked that bag... Turns out he drove back to Oakland and got it for me! Since he asked me, I figured he had gotten it, but I thought he just ordered it or maybe secretly bought it when we were at the market. (Oakland is ~40 minutes away from us by car, for reference. Not exactly around the corner!)
He also bought me a box of chocolates from the market!
They were made by a local person and came in two flavors. The heart-shaped ones are passionfruit caramel, and the crescent ones, which I ate all up, were cookie crunch (speculoos).
The gifts were very nice, but when he gave them to me he kind of just handed them to me, like "here, I got you stuff." He feels like I don't appreciate his gifts, because although he buys expensive things (which I don't ask for and have repeatedly told him I don't need o_o), his presentation isn't great... I mean it's nice to get things, but it detracts from the experience if the stuff just gets shoved into your hands and then the gift-giver stands there and stares at you expectantly. He often tells me what he's getting me beforehand too, so it's hard for me to feel excited with anticipation, because I know far in advance what the gift is.
This kind of used to happen with my ex. It would take him ~7 hours to drive to my house from down south, and I would be really excited for the first two hours or so. Then the night would drag on and I would get kind of tired and the excitement would wear off, so that by the time he actually showed up, I didn't seem to care much, and he would feel disappointed by my reaction.
Maybe some people can sustain feelings of excitement for a long time, but I can't. :/ Not if I know exactly what will happen, anyway. I think there has to be at least some surprise or unknown involved, and that's what the actual exciting part is.
Anyway, some other pictures...
Someone wrote on a wall.
I think this person tried to remove their bumper sticker, which seems ironic.
Cici doing her thing, being cute.
Romeo hanging out on the rope perch the vet gave me. He doesn't really come out of the cage anymore, for some reason. :\
He used to come out all the time, even when he was supposed to be sleeping. Now, if I take him out, he just goes right back into the cage... I guess he seems healthy, at least.
The correct response [2P]
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Mostly pictures of food
Monday, February 10, 2014
On Saturday I went to the Jack of All Trades market in Oakland with my boyfriend. It was kind of rainy and cold, so I don't think there were as many vendors as there would have been otherwise. We picked up some nice things though, like body products and eatables, and I got some of the business cards of the vendors so I can look them up on Etsy.
After looking through the market we had lunch at Forge, a pizza place nearby. I don't want to call it a pizzeria exactly, because it was more on the upscale side.
This was right next to our booth... I guess they just built right next to the door instead of removing it?
Part of the interior of the restaurant.
We got cheese curds as an appetizer. They were beer-battered and came with a side of tomato sauce.
It was fun to try them, but I don't know if I'd get them again. You could really taste the oil in the batter.
My pizza had three cheeses (including ricotta, which I love on pizza), garlic, arugula, and lemon. I wouldn't have thought to put lemon and pizza together but it actually worked out pretty well.
My boyfriend got a mushroom pizza. I think it also had sausage on it, but for some reason it was just listed as "mushroom pizza"? (Sidenote: I think mushroom pizza is his favorite type, since he always gets it when we go for pizza)
There was a tiny little bar near the market!
We didn't go inside, but it looked like they had plenty of customers.
Today (well, technically Sunday-- I'm writing this at 12:36 AM) I made focaccia at home for the first time. The only other time I made it was in Foods class in ninth grade. This one turned out way better than that first one.
I used the recipe for pizza dough for our bread machine and added some garlic powder and oregano, then extra olive oil, feta cheese, and parmesan on top. I wasn't exactly sure how long to bake it, so I put it in for I think 15 or so minutes at 450 degrees? Maybe it was longer, I'm not sure.
Mostly I made the focaccia because we have this ridiculously large tub of crumbled feta in the fridge and I don't know what to do with it. Nobody else in my house makes anything with feta, so I'll probably have to make a lot of stuff with it before it goes bad. I wouldn't mind making more focaccia, though. :P
Romeo is doing okay, as far as I can tell. I moved him back to the cage because he seemed too energetic to stay in the box. The vet said if he wasn't lethargic then it was fine (and he definitely wasn't lethargic). I think he's been eating all the food I put in the cage, though. I switched my birds to a nutrient cake diet (the cake is made from seeds and pellets and comes in this flat block you break pieces off of), and I'm supposed to give them 1-1.5 squares of the cake twice a day, instead of just leaving food in the cage all the time and just refilling it whenever it's low. Every time I put more food in they seem like they're starving though, because they immediately rush to the food dishes and start eating with gusto. Romeo will actually snap at Cici if she gets anywhere near the food he's eating. I'm somewhat worried that he's hogging all the food. My appointment with the vet is on Tuesday, so I'll ask about it then.
Things I have been doing that I shouldn't do
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
-Looking at pictures of pet cemeteries
-Looking at a website for a pet crematory
-Reading r/petloss stories about birds
I'm really just making myself feel worse. Romeo is still here with me, I shouldn't be acting like he's already gone.
Sometimes the sadness is overwhelming. Luckily it hasn't been too much of an issue at school.
My stats professor asked me today after class if I was going to grad school. I said I was probably going to, but I hadn't looked into it that much yet. He told me I had a chance to be valedictorian. I don't know if being valedictorian means that much if your class size is only thirty people.
I'm finding it hard to care about school. About almost anything, I guess.
I just realized there's a 'small caps' formatting option for this. The editing stuff doesn't work for me in Chrome, so I haven't used any of those buttons in years. Now I kind of wish they worked.
I have been worrying a lot about grinding my teeth. I don't know if I do or not, but at my last couple dentist appointments they've said a couple of my molars look too worn for my age. I don't wake up with a sore jaw though, so I don't know what to make of that... They said I could be clenching my teeth while I sleep, too, but it seems like I should be able to tell? Sometimes I wonder if the anxiety over the possibility of teeth grinding could end up making me grind my teeth.
Romeo's hospital box
Saturday, February 1, 2014
The vet thinks it's pretty likely that Romeo has a tumor. They also gave me an extensive list of things I should be doing differently in taking care of my birds... For instance, I shouldn't feed them a seed diet anymore, and I should change their food and water daily and give them showers three to four times a week, if not daily. I'm also supposed to get them sunlight every day for vitamin D.
There's more than that, but I won't list it all here.
Romeo has to stay in the "hospital box" until I bring him back in eleven days. It's just a clear plastic terrarium, but I'm supposed to keep flannel in it as a bedding for him and change that every day. He doesn't like it very much in there. He's been spending most of his time pressed up against the side, looking out.
The idea of the box is that it's helping him to conserve energy that he'd be using for perching. I'm also supposed to have a heating pad set up under half of it to keep him warm, which they said will help him breathe. I can't tell if he can feel the warmth from it or not, since it doesn't seem too warm to me. I feel bad for keeping him in there, since it must be very boring for a budgie to be stuck in a box all day, but I hope it helps.
One of the squirrels we feed, Friendly, has been kind of weird lately. We're not sure what happened to him. My dad noticed that he was in the watering can in the backyard and thought he was stuck at first.
He got out though, and was kind of crawling along the ground and just lying in sort of a hunched posture to eat peanuts. It's been several days since he first started acting weird, but he seems to have improved a little? He won't sit up to eat anymore, though.
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