I finished my book and I just kind of sat here giggling really happily for a bit, and when I roommate asked why I just told her “post book euphoria” and I think that’s an accurate term and should be used
I’d also like to get around to:
The only thing is that for Sophie and Sara I’d really like to have a partner so they could be Howl or Jareth. I shouldn’t have a problem finding a friend to help me out with John Watson, but finding a male friend who’s willing to put up with me being ridiculous and wearing a costume/wig is going to be hard. The good thing is that I might try out Sophie anyways because it won’t really involve doing anything to my hair for the early scenes except styling it, and the same goes for Irene.
So my psych lecture today was about conditioning, and I thought it was really interesting because the professor related it to love. So, if you hear, see, or smell something that you associate with someone you care about (romantically or platonically), then it ultimately stimulates a part of your brain that makes you happy. So the path goes object-person-happy, and then eventually just skips over the person entirely and the object or other stimulus makes you happy.
AND he further related it to say that being away from those things that you associate with someone (like the smell of perfume or a place, or even another person), has been shown to just suppress the response rather than extinguish it entirely. You can also have spontaneous recovery after time, which is less of a response than normal, but still takes time to extinguish again.
So basically what I’m saying is don’t be afraid to take time to get over people and don’t feel sad about being unable to get over them quickly, from a breakup to the death of a dear friend or family member, because it psychologically and chemically takes time to get rid of those associations.
see no stress
hear no stress
speak no stress
still feel stress but persistently ignore it in order to keep your delicately balanced sanity
Soooo apparently new computer = re entering all my tumblr savior data. *sigh*
This is gonna take a while
You know, I think screaming at the laptop and curling up into a ball whispering “no no no no no” probably counts as emotionally invested.
See, it’s not really that I’m any weirder than anyone else, it’s that I just don’t care if you know about my weirdness
so I burned myself the other day, and today I realized that it no longer hurts when you brush your fingers over the skin there, and I told my friend “you know, getting injuries really sucks, but it’s the best feeling when you realize that they don’t hurt when you touch them anymore”
and then I realized that same statement could also be applied to my romantic life and I just
I had a teacher once who used to ask “what’s your problem?” instead of “how are you?” and when I asked her why she said it was because people won’t always tell you if they’re upset when you ask how they are, but if you ask what their problem is they just might tell you, and I think that’s beautiful
Let’s see… It’s snowing, the rest of today’s classes have been cancelled, I have a solo clarinet 2 part in a FREAKING AWESOME JOHN WILLIAMS PIECE, and they have chicken and dumpling soup on campus today.
It’s a good day.
It’s snowing pretty hard so I walked through campus listening to Let it Go and now I feel like the most empowered being on the face of the planet
Do you ever see a character and think to yourself “Oh you poor baby let me hug you and make you tea and and tell you I love you”
and then think… they would probably slit my throat if I did that…
so my dad is watching Hansel and Gretel (the witch hunter one) and it’s so anachronistic that i’m not sure if it’s hilarious or pathetic
I get really kind of peeved when people tell me “Well, life can’t always be a fairy tale.”
Excuse you I really would prefer not to have my mother die and have an evil stepmother or be woken up from a hundred year sleep by giving birth to twins or dance to my death in red hot shoes or be nearly killed three times or be cursed or raped by a wolf in the woods or birth twins on my own in the desert after escaping imprisonment in a tower or have my eyes pecked out by doves or have my heart and liver nearly cut out and eaten thank you very much