what i keep in my head

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Moderate
Schizotypal:	High
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Very High
Histrionic:	Moderate
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	High
Dependent:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive:	Moderate
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stupid world. stupid everything. stupid stupid.

it's late. i'm tired.

i've just been to see 'sybil in a suitcase' with chloe, and it was wonderful. i laughed, i cried, i made occasional horrified noises in the back of my throat. everything you could possibly want in a weird-ass ranty cabaret thingy. very glad chloe took me, otherwise it would be yet another thing on my list of things i was going to do, but forgot.

nevertheless, i am now worn out.

and so is nate, and it's his room, so i'll let him sleep now.

forebodings

have to leave for tutoring in an hour and a half.

doom.

tutoring these kids is always painful. i like them both, but they really do not want to be in tutoring. argh. and i don't want to go. i really don't. but i should go finish up my lesson plans now.

*sigh*

maybe i'll indulge in some rocking backwards and forwards and gibbering for a while, first.

and the cast gets eaten by the play

writing from queen's park library. when i went to pick up the children one of my friends told me that they weren't there. they've moved house, so they weren't at school.

i suppose i could be angry or annoyed, but mostly i am just unsurprised.

unrelated: when i wear earings, i feel like i'm in drag. i put them in to check that the holes still open, because i'm dressing up as a pirate for the nanowrimo meeting. i feel ridiculous.

there'll be no segue: i'm reading 'V for Vendetta', by alan moore and david lloyd. it's much better than biggles, and stupid wolf in shadows.

and now i should get back on the train and go back to perth. *sigh*

the city is full of children with lilies

i am no longer manic.
if it was the 19th century i would begin this entry:
"oh! the despair...god help me for i do not know if i can bear this..."

but then, they were somewhat melodramatic in the 19th C, i have decided (with little or no factual evidence).

i will be fine. because it's just PMS, and it'll end.

i've even managed to take a certain uncomfortable amusement in today's events, in particular those for which i was dressed as a pirate.

the first perth nanowrimo meeting was today. it was pirate themed. me and one other girl dressed up, and there were some bandanas. it was ok - not much in-depth conversation. i'd like to have a proper writers' evening sometime, and get to know people. there'd be red wine, of course.

and chloe and i went straight (haha.) from there to reclaim the night. but chloe left, so i marched alone, dressed as a pirate. there was a boy with a megaphone next to me chanting "not the church, not the state, women must decide our fate". which seemed odd to me. it wasn't a big march.

it makes me angry when i compare the attention given to rtn compared to pride. or at least the aspects of pride that are 'cultural' (and moneymaking), as opposed to political. i'm glad the freedom centre's float will be political.

i'll stop now, since nanowrimo starts at midnight tonight, and i should put my words there.