Brains are tasty!
This is the most flattering picture I could find of myself in my high school yearbook, by the way. Actually, it wasn't really a book, it was a "Yeardisc" because I just had to go to an uber-nerd technology/science magnet school! Whoohooo!

Man, This website gets trashier every day

I'm trying to be an artist. Here's a drawing I did in art therpay when they stuffed me into a mental institution.



It's worth more now!

Yay! Look what I just found out I'm moving into!

Because I'm feeling like the cutesy, boy-crazy adolescent that I'm supposed to be, I thought I'd be unhibited for once and post pictures of all the guys I have crushes on:

Michael Faraday:

Earnest, brilliantly intuitive scientists make me hot!


Allan Rickman:





And this guy:

People have always regarded my prior knowledge and considerable insight into the field of abnormal psych as an asset throughout my recent descent into madness, but I realize now how it really is hindering my recovery because I have the ability to provide very convincing justifications and/or rationalizations for my bizarre compulsions. Outward rationalizations would not even be as much of a problem if it weren’t for the particularly taxing combination of compulsions I act on the most. The most prominent feature of my withdrawal psychosis is extreme paranoia surrounding my food or water. In the absence of the proper “Howard Hughes-like” preparation ritual I just won’t eat. Coupled with the near inability to eat is the compulsion to pace back and forth or walk very long distances at a time. Several months of being able to get away with this crap because of my “deftly wrought” outward rationalizations, has reduced me to a state of very poor health indeed. I went from being an ample bodied zaftig (I looked a lot like Alexsandria, actually) to being an emaciated twig. I used to take medication to help me sleep, but now I now I can barley keep my eyes open half of the time and I have tunnel vision when I am somewhat awake. I have to sit down and rest every couple of minutes during my nightly walks because I have so little energy. My head always seems like it’s in a fog. I always have this dull ache in my body… yada, yada, yada, yada. My sinewy stick of a boyfriend is a holistic nutritionist too so he isn’t taking too kindly to the thought of me suffering from malnutrition. Meh, I promise I’ll write about something more interesting and less self-absorbed next time, but I really needed to get this all down.

Yay! Yet another venue for my fledging self-absorption! Whoooohoooo! In a nutshell I am ragingly insecure, anxiety ridden little adolescent who in the absence of any substantial problems likes dwell on the creeping sense of social alienation that results from living in a town that was not designed in the interest of genuine human neccesity, but rather in that of cost-effectiveness. Wow... I can't believe I just spat all of that out in one sentence Let's seem, um, I have a very masturbatory mentality... I am an avid physical, mental and verbal masturbator (as is readily evident by now, I'm sure). I'm a reclusive, socially moribund "nerd" who likes assuming the least possible amount of responsibility in the things that I do. I'm a hedonist within the confines of my bullshit, intellectual rationalizations. I'm cold, heartless, lacking sentimentality and have questionable sensibilities. I'm into using parallel structure... I'm as self-deprecating as I am horrendously unattractive. My turn ons include myself, verbosity, modern evolutionary theory(Richard Dawkins is the Man!), the ability to string cohesive sentences together, public transportation, toe-gazing music, recreational paranoia, recreational argumentation, eccentricity, submission(the other party submitting to me, that is), music with discernable melodies, gaping age disparities, long, unkempt hair, vinyl (records, you sickos) and a propensity for independent thought. My turn offs include (but are not limited to) people who cannot deviate from their own circle of self-referential dogma, Bush supporters, homophobia, carbon monoxide, supporting OPEC (or just OPEC in general), SUVs, ingrown hairs, gelatinous pop-music, HMOs, compulsory education and city-planning that is engineered to generate profit as opposed to coming into place naturally to statiate genuine socio-cultural needs (sorry I keep bringing that up, but it really gets demoralizing after a while). I would be really impressed if anyone actually reads this shit.

Whoohoo! I just got discharged from the Loma Linda Behavioral Medicine Center! Let's throw a liberation-from-self-esteem-squashing-demoralizing-confinement party!