I've been in a rut this entire year, save for the one day when I wrote a novel, finishing it at 5am and walking around like a zombie for the rest of the day thinking about seriously publishing it. A friend read it- a good friend, one that wouldn't laugh at my sex scene- and she thought it was really good. She reads Stephen King, Stephenie Meyer, and Anne Rice, and she fell for a story about two outcasts falling in love and the things that come with it.
I had a blog on LiveJournal, but I forgot how to get into it, and here we are. Same old Umbrellahead, writing to herself. The reason people nicknamed me Umbrellahead is because of the songby the same name by a band I'm currently obsessed with, The Mystery Jets. I cried when I first read the lyrics and heard the song, as I was thinking about things that were similar to what whoever actually wrote the song was thinking about. After that, the name sort of stuck. I prefer it to the plant I'm named after.
I'm looking forward to 2009. Bush- The- Retard won't be in power anymore, and we can finally think positive, even if we are in a recession. Right now I'm completely groggy. They have me on anxiety pills for my sleep paralysis (recent drama- moving- friends betraying me: develop an anxiety disorder and make your sleep paralysis worse :] ) and one of the side effects is drowsiness. Since my hypothyroidism already makes me drowsy, well, you can imagine what it's like talking to me.
They're also considering the idea that I might have very light dyspraxia. I believe them- something has to be affecting my speech (I slur my words when I talk and can't get the words out fast enough) and my memory, my hand eye coordination (I'm a complete klutz) and my ability to follow orders that aren't written down. Say if someone tells me "Wash dishes", and then comes and tells me "Clean the bathroom, too", I'll clean the bathroom and forget to wash the dishes. And get yelled at.
I'm 19 and just now finding out that I might be slightly retarded.
Cheers.
I had a blog on LiveJournal, but I forgot how to get into it, and here we are. Same old Umbrellahead, writing to herself. The reason people nicknamed me Umbrellahead is because of the songby the same name by a band I'm currently obsessed with, The Mystery Jets. I cried when I first read the lyrics and heard the song, as I was thinking about things that were similar to what whoever actually wrote the song was thinking about. After that, the name sort of stuck. I prefer it to the plant I'm named after.
I'm looking forward to 2009. Bush- The- Retard won't be in power anymore, and we can finally think positive, even if we are in a recession. Right now I'm completely groggy. They have me on anxiety pills for my sleep paralysis (recent drama- moving- friends betraying me: develop an anxiety disorder and make your sleep paralysis worse :] ) and one of the side effects is drowsiness. Since my hypothyroidism already makes me drowsy, well, you can imagine what it's like talking to me.
They're also considering the idea that I might have very light dyspraxia. I believe them- something has to be affecting my speech (I slur my words when I talk and can't get the words out fast enough) and my memory, my hand eye coordination (I'm a complete klutz) and my ability to follow orders that aren't written down. Say if someone tells me "Wash dishes", and then comes and tells me "Clean the bathroom, too", I'll clean the bathroom and forget to wash the dishes. And get yelled at.
I'm 19 and just now finding out that I might be slightly retarded.
Cheers.
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