The heat broke today and so did whatever hit me yesterday. Man,
I had to push through that fucking day and THEN i couldn't sleep
Today, the storms came violently and brought a tornado just
hours after i expunged some of this rage through a hard work
out session and a few other outlets, which shall remain name-
less. It was beautiful and awe inspring and I had to wonder if
the earth weren't literally crying out my pain. There were sheets
of water falling from the sky and it was every color--black, grey,
blue, purple, green. Even a tornado touched down near where
I was. Let me tell you where I was...
It was six thirty and I was on the sixth floor of the psychology building with
electrodes hooked up to my face when I the tornado siren sounded. I had
just filled out this series of personality inventories and was seriously wondering if maybe I should be a dominatrix. There were all of these questions about violence and i don't consider myself a violent person, but I do consider violent means in the right circumstances. I was sort of raised that way, but i also sort of believe that too. If someone ever hurt my sister for instance--there would be violence if i could at all achieve it.
Anyway, if I am not meant to be a dominatrix, i would love to know what the cute guy who was doing the experiment thought when he read my inventories.
Anyway, there were electrodes on my face--two beneath my eye and one on my forehead, if i had a camera phone, i would have asked the guy to take a picture for me. And the experiment was that I was going to be "supervising" another volunteer who was going to be an "employee."
I would be monitoring her progress while wearing head phones and some little device that would cause intermittent, but high pressure puffs to my neck. That was how far we got, but i know that i was going to be given a little machine with which to assess her performance by pressing buttons that would cause a mild electrical shock. how great is that? It didn't happen. I got the dough and got sent home. I will definitely sign up for it again though.
The night is cool and after that horribleness of yesterday, I just don't want to go to bed. I am in a good mood and I want to stay that way, but i guess i should because its getting late.
peace.
I had to push through that fucking day and THEN i couldn't sleep
Today, the storms came violently and brought a tornado just
hours after i expunged some of this rage through a hard work
out session and a few other outlets, which shall remain name-
less. It was beautiful and awe inspring and I had to wonder if
the earth weren't literally crying out my pain. There were sheets
of water falling from the sky and it was every color--black, grey,
blue, purple, green. Even a tornado touched down near where
I was. Let me tell you where I was...
It was six thirty and I was on the sixth floor of the psychology building with
electrodes hooked up to my face when I the tornado siren sounded. I had
just filled out this series of personality inventories and was seriously wondering if maybe I should be a dominatrix. There were all of these questions about violence and i don't consider myself a violent person, but I do consider violent means in the right circumstances. I was sort of raised that way, but i also sort of believe that too. If someone ever hurt my sister for instance--there would be violence if i could at all achieve it.
Anyway, if I am not meant to be a dominatrix, i would love to know what the cute guy who was doing the experiment thought when he read my inventories.
Anyway, there were electrodes on my face--two beneath my eye and one on my forehead, if i had a camera phone, i would have asked the guy to take a picture for me. And the experiment was that I was going to be "supervising" another volunteer who was going to be an "employee."
I would be monitoring her progress while wearing head phones and some little device that would cause intermittent, but high pressure puffs to my neck. That was how far we got, but i know that i was going to be given a little machine with which to assess her performance by pressing buttons that would cause a mild electrical shock. how great is that? It didn't happen. I got the dough and got sent home. I will definitely sign up for it again though.
The night is cool and after that horribleness of yesterday, I just don't want to go to bed. I am in a good mood and I want to stay that way, but i guess i should because its getting late.
peace.
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I had my first child at 18. I was just wondering what your expirience was growing up with a young mom. What did she do right/wrong?
My girl is 9 now. I got married when she was five and now we also have 2 boys, ages 2 and 4. It's been a lot for my first to adjust to. She seems to be struggling now. But nine is just a funny age anyway.