While my grandma spent the night recovering from her surgery some of my family spent the day torturing ourselves by cleaning her pack rat house. She's a home shopping junkie and has a bunch of unused goodies all over her house. So of course i snagged some things like umbrellas(can't have enough of those), perfumes, body sprays and junk and most importantly a video camera. When i first took home the camera and sat on my bed wondering what to do with the thing i had no clue where i should start or why i took the thing in the first place. After an hour or two of fooling around i started making use of it. I started talking about everything from my mom, friends, the lack of friends and how i feel. It was an eye opener, i don't usually start crying but going back and watching myself talking was pretty depressing. Well. more depressing then the regular amount i get. Maybe that should be the new craze for pessimests such as myself. Why talk to some person who can't help you when you can talk to yourself!!!!
Three cheers from psychos!
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