March 2012
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February 2012
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New, awesome albums on the horizon
Eve 6 was the first band/album (self-titled) I used to hide from the world with my headphones in junior high. My favorite line of the entire album from How Much Longer: “Peers don’t know what they can’t see/they can’t see inside of me/it’s sickening how comforting the privacy of the mind can be.” Horrorscope was similarly wonderful. I can’t recall now, but...
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fml
Total bummer and no real surprise, last week was just a bizarre fluke. I got a short break from feeling like utter shit, a hint of that optimism I have lacked for so long. Whatever it was, it’s gone now. I’m constantly furious at no one over nothing and I’d like to get violent about it, but I lack a target.
I barely made it through work last night, which is pathetic because I...
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observations and such
I have yet to hear about the results of the sleep study, but I have a feeling they didn’t see anything unusual. I gave the medical psychiatric practice most of the last nine years to figure out what would help me. I’m still attending my appointments and such, but I’ve basically decided that all I can do is not die because I’m the only one who thinks my ceasing to exist is a...
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entropy
I’ve had over eight years in the mental health care system at this point and gotten so little out of it that I’ve grown skeptical. It feels like they’re just throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks, still. How much do they really know about what they’re doing and why? I’ve tried it all, everything that is supposed to work for what I appear to have. It...
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well-put vagueries
“The book itself is a Russian nesting doll of narrators (Johnny Truant, who wrote the book about the manifesto; Zampanò, who wrote the manifesto about the film; Will Navidson, who made the film about the house; and the house itself, in a weird way) with each narrator putting his own spin on events; each editing or interpreting the basic facts for any number of reasons.” — a...
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Night at the Roxbury
Graveyard shift work time shenanigans: we’re entering hour three of What Is Love youtube 10 hour video loop. Whoever caves to stopping it loses. I actually prefer this song to the random dubstep we had on for a few hours yesterday, though.
