Snow ruined my plans tonight. Lame. So, whats new, hikari-o?

So school's out, the lawsuits at a slow point, and my coworkers finally convinced me: I needed to schedule a vacation. Bwaa, what am I supposed to do with myself?!

Well, as of right now, I have a few things in mind. For one, I'm def going to fabricate a story about me seeing a therapist, cause god knows I'm not going to do that but people at work are expecting me to use my break as some sort of mental health excavation.

I'm kidding....about making up a story, maybe. Of course I'm not allowed to seek psych help even if I wanted to, but apparently its becoming more and more apparent at work that I'm not sleeping, and the suggested solution has been counseling, so that I can troll some poor woman in her late thirties who wishes that she had kids and truly believes that by being paid to be some kid's best friend and listen to their stories of being vampires and warewolves and furries and otherkin and whatever the hell it is kids come up with, that she is filling the void of lonliness and needing to be thrown a bone that preoccupies most of her life.

Ouch. Good god hikari, take it easy.

For the most part, I'm just being cynical. Considering psychology was my major of choice up until the end of high school, and the people i know who benefit from therapists and whatnot, I should probably be less of a bitch when ranting about things where people can see them and decide to be offended. Mind you, I have nothing against therapists and people who see them, whom it works for, and who benefits out of the program.

Its just that there's a flip side, which I too have witnessed. Some poor fool listening to lies spewing from a drama-queen-teen mouth, about how her life beseeches her supposed "madness", and entices her to do such unspeakable things....like scratch her wrist once with a pair of dulled hair scizors, claim that she's dying because she hasn't "fed" on human blood (because shes a vampire, of course), and, by god, call the hospital, write "i don't love you mommy" on elementary school-sized paper. True stories, one of which, I had the pleasure of sitting in with the role of "concerned friend" at a session, and listening to them debate on whether or not the girl had won a trip to the looney bin, because her cat had scratched her on the arm, and she took credit for it; oh yeah, wait, she had scratched herself that one time, with that pair os scizors that could barely cut paper, so I guess that counts as mental instability. And the fuckers ENTERTAIN it. Thats what grinds my gears the most! Its one thing to listen, but to enable it is even worse. I'd tell kids like that to pack their goddam bags, and get the fuck. off. of youtube-..er, my office, I meant.

Its just obnoxious when people suggest the same thing over and over, like its going to matter, like trust grows on trees, meds solve everything, and we'll all skip to my lou and sing kumbayah around the christmas tree- all because I, a dull and muddy meddled rascal, peak, like john-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause, and in a typical defensive state, would belittle and break some poor fools mind in half, insult their intelligence, drown the stage in fake tears, cleave the general ear with horrid speech, make mad the guilty, appall the free, confound the ignorant and amaze indeed the very faculty of eyes and ears...Lol, and suddently, I'm Hamlet. The point was, after all that, what me trolling and being a dick to someone who probably doesn't deserve it but definately does not deserve to get inside my head- suddenly, poof, no more nightmares, no more insomnia, no more being considered unfit to walk amongst society. Makes sense to my job!...who won't give me health insurance anyways! Bing bong, paradox, making a note of it for my book, brb.

Lol. I need to stop writing like a schizophrenic madman, or else I'm going to end up in a hospital, tied to a bed, tripping balls on experimental anti-mania drugs, tubes shoved down my throat and sunny threatening to bite off my tongue regardless. Ahahaha, what a funny story, Hikari, I say in Tommy Wisseau's voice. XD

Wait, what was I writing about? Oh yeah, break time. I think I am going to see if I can get some writing done. I'm way overdue to do something creative outside of work and school, and maybe I'll find inspirating in having free time, and through creativity, purging some insanity. Also, catching up with people. I'm throwing a new years party, but its not seeming like too many people are interested...kind of rude, if you ask me. Jk of course, I don't care. But I guess I'll just make shit happen with the people I definately want to see. And maybe I'll dye my hair- though I am thinking of putting in a green and blue streak in it....though I still want to do arella's hair...kukuku. What to do, what to do?

I dunno. Nothings really in the books yet. Hopefully something fun will come of it. Lots of options and opportunities will present themselves, maybe including something constructive, and perhaps some sanity regaining will fit into the picture somewhere.

.....Naaaaaah. That's no fun.

But snowwwwww....ugh. You'd better stop, or else the prophecy will come true, that this week will be spent by myself. Because you'll be dead.