WTF!?

Over the past year and I have I have started to suffer from panic attacks. They're really annoying and no fun at all, especially since there is never a logical reason for me to be panicking. Honestly, I'm a fairly happy person, I really don't stress myself out, save the panic attacks, so I don't know why they started or where they're coming from. Anyway, about a month or so ago, my doctor prescribed me to a medication called Klonopin. This medicine has completely helped me with my panic attacks, as well as my skewed sleeping schedule. No more going over 24 hours without a wink of sleep, which I think was probably more annoying than the panicking, to be quite honest with you. I wasn't really one to trust in medicines that mess with your serotonin levels, but this one has had no ill effects on me (thus far) whatsoever. BUT! I have been having very strange dreams lately. And I'm not talking strange like super out there, Yellow Submarine, type things. Usually, my dreams will include very familiar people in very familiar places, yet something is always off. It's like my mind changes things like the way a room looks or puts a house somewhere it's not supposed to be. Last night, I had a dream that one of my best friend's dorms was now located inside of a mall, and both of the cats my ex-boyfriend/? (more on that later) had acquired were there. It was odd, indeed. People will act differently, too. I guess it's like I'm having parallel universe-type dreams, but I always wake up saying "WTF!?"

Hm....

Sorry for the long break. My computer decided to comit suicide.

computer troubles.

I'll be back soon. :[

for the past three days...

I have had the song "Rock Lobster" by the B-52's stuck in my head. Why? I'm not positive, since I don't even recall hearing it recently, but it just won't go away. Needless to say, most of the B-52's music just cracks me up so I find it most enjoyable, but three days!? And I can't even remember all the words. I hate that! So, I've finally given in, and here's a little "Rock Lobster" for all of us to enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgIdIwSz16c

It wasn't a rock...it was a ROCK LOBSTER!

seriously?

I was browsing my Google home page and my top search queries. This one is by far the greatest: Why do hot things melt other things?

Ok, firstly, why does that come to my page? Secondly, who is asking that question? I really hope it's a curious child using daddy's computer at work. I mean, even if someone was interested in the scientific side of why higher temperatures melt substances, I wouldn't assume they'd word it the way this was. You know, with proliferous use of the word "things." Gosh, some people.

Exams are over, by the way, so no more stress and way more blogging!

the end.

My boyfriend and I are on a break. We've been together for quite sometime, and I'm sad to say that it doesn't bother me that we're not right now. There's just something missing, I know what it is, but he can't seem to understand it.

Oh, well.

anxiety.

Sorry for the lack of entertaining, humorous, and downright weird posts lately. I've just been pretty damn stressed out. I'll be back up to standard shortly, though, no worries.

middle school drugs.

I'm sick. I've been sick for a couple of weeks now, actually, but I've just now accepted that I'm sick and I have to do something about it. It's your basic congestion based illness. Stuffy nose, cough, swollen glands, etc. Not a lot of fun and seems to last forever. So last night my boyfriend finally convinced me to take some Nyquill and get it over with, so obviously I did. I think I took too much and about had a DXM trip. The kids these days call it Robo-tripping. I kid you not, when I got my boyfriend to drive me to the grocery store so I could get something to eat, I was stumbling and slurring my words. Everything looked brighter and strange. It was just not right. Not right! I just wanted to clear out my nose and get some sleep, not have a mind altering experience. Good lord.

I mean, I was literally walking down the cereal aisle looking like a crackhead. Wearing my pajamas, mouth hanging open, not knowing what to look like. My boyfriend thought it was hilarious, but if I had been in a state of mind to see how I was acting, I would not have. I'm sure people in there were like "What the fuck is this chick on...?" Luckily I'm not from a small town so people won't "talk" and spread it around about that "Robb girl who's on drugs!" In fact, I'm pretty sure that most of my neighbors are or have been on drugs at some point so I'm hoping I didn't stand out too much from my little accidental overdose. Oh well, I got something to eat and immediately fell asleep afterward and am feeling much better this morning so hopefully I won't have any more escapades into the world of dextromethorphan psychosis.