Cautiously Doing the Happy Dance

I took a look at my last few journals and I realize that anyone stumbling on this might think that I'm in desperate need of some Zoloft or a bottle of Scotch (Mmmmmm, I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Here it goes down, down into my belly...) I sound positively Scandinavian (Or emo, aren't they supposed to be depressed all the time?)

Let me state the obvious: this is a slice of my life. The same way that a still photo captures single moment of the grace of a ballet dancer in flight, this journal only reflects my feelings and thoughts at the instant I click the update journal button. This journal is static (well written and witty, but static;) My life, dynamic.

And no more so when it's beginning to sink in that in one week I turn in my final project (Also known as 'The Growing Beast That Will Not Die".) I will be done with my undergraduate studies.

This rocks big time.

I still have this irrational fear that something will go wrong and prevent me from graduating but that is what it is, an irrational fear. I'll just keep telling my therapist, week after week and eventually it'll go away. I am cautiously optimistic because my neuroses is holding me back from full out joy. I'm gonna shut my freaking neuroses up in the closet and

Sloooowly lift my arms and
Sloooowly flap them up and down while
Sloooowly stamping my big feet

Look at me! I'm doing the (cautiously) happy dance

Boo Ya Indeed.

(Hey, if this post seems something less then coherent, wait until I actually hand that bitch in next week. My first post after that will likely look something like this: aekpjhvcbq3uyq2cvi uyvcopidbv98rbp qeuybqrbyvo[qxcf.

I just might have to crack open that bottle of Eis Wein I've got at home and have a drink or three.)

Can't a Bitch Get a Break?

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last week I stole sanityseeker's purse (-30 points). Last Wednesday I signed my organ donor card (28 points). Last Tuesday I helped tactisle hide a body (-173 points). In March I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points). In November I helped yohannon across the street (6 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-168 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking! Sincerely, cinema_babe

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I'm smart, sexy as hell, beautiful (in a voluptuous girl next door sort of way, can I get a big Hell Yeah!), have a voice like an angel and apparently Santa is giving me the shaft this year (and not in the 'high hard one' sort of way I enjoy) Well, big man, that's okay I like helping my LJ friends hide bodies and cross the street. The purse thing was a mistake, a terrible terrible mistake, um sort of.

Bring it on, I'm not scared of you and your stinkin' elves! We'll see who gets the spanking this year buddy!