Monday, July 28, 2008

I Don't Like Mondays

I Don't Like Mondays
The silicon chip inside her head
gets switched to overload
and nobody's gonna go to school today
She's gonna make them stay at home
And Daddy doesn't understand it
He always said she was good as gold
And he can see no reason
Cos there are no reasons
What reasons do you need to be shown

Tell me whyI don't like Mondays
I want to shoot
The whole day down

The telex machine is kept so clean
and it types to waiting world.
And Mother feels so shocked
Father's world is rocked
And their thoughts turn to
Their own little girl
Sweet 16 ain't that peachy keen
No it ain't so neat to admit defeat,
They can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reasons do you need to be shown

All the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys awhile
And school's out early and soon we'll be learning
That the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles
And the captain tackles
With the problems and the how's and why's
And he can see no reasons
Cos there are no reasons
What reasons do you need to die

Lyrics and music by Bob Geldof

Taken from the album "The Fine Art of Surfacing"

Friday, July 25, 2008

SuggeSTABLE

hyp·no·sis
n. pl. hyp·no·ses (-sz)
1. An artificially induced altered state of consciousness, characterized by heightened suggestibility and receptivity to direction.
So today I missed my therapy appointment because I was at another therapy appointment. Oh My. I really think this approach will help. I am very optomistic. We we just supposed to meet for a 1/2 hour consult and it turned into a 2 hour session. Oh My. It seems I have somethings to work on. I got more out of that first sesson than I have from 10 months of my current counselling. Oh My. So no I have to break-up with my current counseller...for real!. Oh My.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Camping eh!?

So Bobby and I are thinking of going camping soon. I am so new to BC. I have no idea where to go.
encamp: verb: live in or as if in a tent

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Monday, July 14, 2008

For A Sweet Daughter

UPDATE:
I know that you were all on the edge of you seat...I am happy to say that I received a birthday card from My Dad!...And it arrived before My birthday. I can not even begin to express how good this is. Now I'm going to write back. What to say...what to say...?

Under Pressure

I am so fucking sick of the stigma that mental illness has. The brain is an extreamly complex organ. So why when your brain is sick people think you can just suck it up and deal with it. If I got cancer I highly doubt that my friends and loved ones would tell me to "just suck it up and deal with it".

Friday, July 4, 2008

Time to Put On My Big Girl Panties and Deal with It

Autobiography In Five Chapters
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost...I am hope less.
It's not my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't belive I am in the same place.
But it isn't my fault.
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in...it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
I walk down the same street .
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
I walk down another street.