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  • Is There Is?

    Kya

    I last saw my psychologist a couple days ago. She’s the best doctor I’ve ever had! A little odd, maybe, but great none the less. Lately I feel like I’m dating her though. Everytime I go in she constantly bothers me about forming emotional bonds with people & questions me on why I’m not bonding with her that way. For god’s sakes! She’s my psych. I joke with her because she knows how I feel & I ask her silly questions like ‘do you feel stagnate, dear?’

    I don’t get how I’m suppose to bond with someone who I’ve never spent a night watching tv with or playing a game of pool with. How does she expect me to bond with her when she does nothing but sit in her chair & watch my cry when that happens? I don’t get it. Maybe I’m fucked up in that way, but can you bond with someone who reacts that way? Who does nothing to create a bond with you? Sure, she listens well to my problems & she’s there when I need someone to talk to but we don’t have a relationship outside of the hospital. Outside of that office of hers with its big books on psychology & every immaginable type of abuse. There’s more to relationships than a good ear & someone who’s always there. There is.

    You have to be casual sometimes.

    I Guess I’ll Just..

    Kya

    Write over this message. I didn’t like it much anyway. Useless. I still think it’s funny that I was doing my Dad’s banking & that my Grandma was telling me about her pot experiences; Maybe I could say a little more though.

    This has been such a weird week this far. Not only did I have the above experiences but today I got a Kit Kat without any wafer. Ya! ALL chocolate! Crazy! I know. God. I dreampt about an ex last night, too. Kevin, of all people! I can’t recall a thing that happened but I do remember it being fucked up, as usual. Nobodies dreams compare to mine! Trust me. Anyone who’s read one or two will agree.

    I use to have a friend who had prolific dreams. They freaked me out because they often included me & were not very good.. heh.

    Oh ya; For the first time in the 4 years that I’ve lived here, I knocked on the wrong door when going up to my Dads house! How embarassing. The cute guy on the elevator was totally to blame! I always make an ass of myself when I like people. Not only that, though, most people who get on with me get off after I do, so it was a change of pace I wasn’t expecting. But ya.. He was quite a cute guy =P All ‘hippy-ish’.. Too bad he was stoned out of his element & didn’t react to either of the jokes I passed his way. The guy who answered the door wasn’t too bad either! Hah!

    And one last thing.. My cat has been acting very odd lately. She growled when I picked her up the other day & was being real pissy. Damn cat. I hope everything weird & wonderful keeps up, aside from Schitzer’s additude.

    Leaving this post not so useless,
    Kya

    Stars.. Stars.. Sky.. Sigh

    Kya

    I missed alot. Where is the image to portray the thought? The feeling? Useless questions.

    Time.. ~Tock~Tock~Tock~

    Tell me where you are. Do you want this now? It’s always too late.

    Hey! Cheer up. Chin up. Sit up. Give me a break!

    Forget it.. I need sleep.

    I feel silly!

    Kya

    I like feeling silly! =)

    I’ve been sleeping very oddly lately. Last night I dreampt for the first time in quite a while. A really long time, actually. I pushed myself to dream.

    It starts out with me & my dad walking up a hill in the night. Apparently, were in a band. We decide to start a public diary about it @ a place similar to the YMCA. We got a compliment on our union. A drunk grrl emailed me & accused me of being a punk. Then she said my diary sucked. We became friends. We role-played with Precious Moments figurines. Ended up in a pool in the basement of this ‘diary outlet/YMCA’ place. Kept role-playing. I pretended to be evil & the grrl got upset. Very upset. She broke a Precious Moments plate & tried to attack me. I ran.. Fast! Ended up outside where I scrambled to find a weapon on the ground. ‘Remembered’ that the place was protected 24/7, but ‘forgot’. Heart started beating fast as I waited for her to come running out of the building when I heard a voice behind me. Ended up being cops.. Lots of cops. I almost beat the chief with the stick I found. Just about passed out @ seeing them. Fell onto my back in anxiety. Cop laughed & said to me,
    “It’s ok, doll”.
    Under my breath I blurted out,
    “The basement.. She’s… The basement!”.
    Chief told his officer’s which echoed his statement over their radios & ran into the building. Tons were still outside.. More than had been there in the first place. Chief tried to pour Sprite on me (yes, sprite! what the hell?). I screamed @ him,
    “Don’t pour that crap on me!” as I sat up.
    Other officers hovered over me as I told the chief -SOMETHING- which prompted him to tell his officer’s to salute me. It was mainly a joke. They weren’t comfortable doing it & I was embarassed. Woke up.

    That’s the short version of it. It freaked me out @ the time! This is why I stopped dreaming in the first place =P I like it now, though.

    Insignificant Archive, Am I?

    Kya

    No! I am not!

    I just thought it’d be interesting if I’d be able to login & post. Low & Behold, here I am!

    Life is Good. Life is Bad.
    Things are Changing.
    People are Fading.

    All is Right,
    As well as Wrong.
    I Feel Good,
    Although Life is Hard.

    That is All. =)

    Ps. Thank-you!

    Just some great links

    Just a Few Questions..

    Kya

    When was the last time you told a joke?

    Aren’t possibilities amazing in their infinitity?

    & Aren’t drawings of tampons coooool??

    Stop Complaining!

    Kya

    CircleSquare2 (10k image)

    Oh My God

    Kya

    Beware of windows in Toronto.

    k, I’m clearly not going anywhere.. =P

    Kya

    I have an apartment “stalker”, if you will. Oooh, he’s quite the friendly fellow! Likes to ring my door bell between 3 & 430 in the morning!!!! Now, I’m often up @ this time so this can have two effects on me.

    Scenario A: Kya is awake.
    Aaah what the hell?

    Scenario B: Kya is asleep.
    AAAAAAAH WHAT THE HELL!!!?!?!!!

    This is the 3rd time I’ve been aware of this going on & I’m already pissed & feeling a little…. Uneasy! I think it’s time to catch this bastard & I will!!! Ooh, I will!!!!!! This’ll teach you to mess with a Canadian bachelorette!!

    Must find out legal rights.