Couple of memes

I like this meme better, nabbed from mechalith:

When you see this on your friends list, quote something from Shakespeare.

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Nabbed from Sonnet 73.

But, admittedly, I memorized parts of Romeo and Juliet in high school:

I'll look to like, if looking liking move.
But no more deep shall I endart my eye
than your word give strength to make it fly.

Um, I think I got that right. But wait! More!

Two households, both alike in dignity,
in fair Verona where we lay our scene
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny
where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.
Whose mis-adventured piteous overthrows
doth with their death bury their parents strife.

Shit, I can never remember the rest. Stuff about, if this makes no sense, the rest of the play explains it "The traffic of our stage" and all that. Grr. I'm too lazy to check all that. In my defense, it's almost two am. Woot. I don't know why I'm up late, I'm not even reading fanfiction.

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Meme number two!


Complete sincerity: You believe in being
straightforward with others, and you expect the
same from them. People would consider you a
good listener, and one who is calm and mostly
serious.


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Yeah, right. I mean, I'm not terribly serious.

(abusing parentheses!)

My brother's kitten is doing that thing toddlers do when they don't want to admit they're falling asleep--she's literally nodding.

She's the cutest thing, and has more personality than any cat I can remember outside of Floof. I'm having trouble convincing her that the best way into my lap/sitting behind me so she can bat at my hair, is not throwing herself at my chair and then pulling herself up by putting her claws in my clothing.

My brother likes to buy these huge boxes of cans of pop, and leaves the empty boxes (with the opening on one corner to get cans out) around--she loves those. She climbs in them, climbs out of them. Goes halfway in with her butt and tail sticking out. She'll get in them and roll the box over.

She'll be playing with something random (dead leaf from a houseplant, say) and notice her own tail, which is darker than the rest of her, and pounce on it.

We think she might be mute--she hisses sometimes (like when I stepped on one of her paws in the kitchen) but she never meows.

She's also insatiably curious, which is getting her in trouble. No, you're not allowed on the dining room table, or the kitchen counter, or behind my dad's computer stuff. No, you're not supposed to eat the dog's food. It's not a toy, either.

I'm glad I convinced them to get a collar with a bell on it. Sometimes it's the only way you can find her!

WTF? She's licking traces of soy milk out of the bowl I used for my breakfast. Now that is funny.

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I think I've mostly convinced my mom that we should go to the Portland Baroque Orchestra performance tonight. It's called "Choreographie: Paris 1700" and it's music written for Louis XIV (yes, that Louis, The Sun King, aka Mr. Ego). It's going to have a guy playing the baroque harp (woohoo!) with strings and oboe, and someone in period costume doing the dances (which were early ballet) usually performed to that music. Kick ass.

OMG. Does getting excited about this make me a huge dork, or what?

I'm oddly proud of my wide tastes in music. On the other hand, I don't truly know any one genre of music inside and out because I'm too busy poking my fingers into a little of everything. I just realized that metaphor sounds rather sexual. Oh well.

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Took my first half of a Lexapro this morning. They're the kind of pills that don't want to be cut in half, despite their handy-dandy score line, so I ended up licking my finger to get the pill dust off the table. How incredibly irritating. I know this stuff won't kick in for at least two weeks, but I'm still sitting here wondering if I feel different. Nah, I just feel my Adderall kicking in. Holy crap, I suddenly feel like I take a lot of drugs.

On the front page of somebody's chart, where it listed long-term problems and what meds they were taking, they were listed as having ADHD and Oppositional Defiant Disorder. They were taking Strattera, Zyprexa, and Risperdal. Dood, those last two are atypical anti-psychotics. Either their ODD is really bad or they've actually got something far worse.

Having ADD or Asperger's can suck, being depressed or bipolar or GAD (generalized anxiety disorder) can really suck, but I'll be the first to admit that people that have it the worst are schizophrenics. Even the new spiffy drugs have nasty side effects and don't completely get rid of it, and it's not something you'll ever cure via talk therapy. Most schizophrenics end up being the definiton of polypharmacy, and even then usually don't work, and/or spend time in and out of mental hospitals. From what I've read, even the high-functioning ones will logically know that the voices in their head are just that--in their head--and still not be able to not hear them or think they're right.

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I find some of the coolest things online.

Like the website Crazy Meds. Written by non-professionals, but boy do they do their research. Impartial site on every psychiatric medication that exists, gives lots of scientific info (with tons of links to other information), plus lots of personal experiences.

It's not a terribly "pretty" site, and the frames kinda suck. But I'm willing to look past that, because the site itself is so dang good, even if in some places I'm not sure I agree with the authors. Plus, I need to email them about my experiences with Strattera--I know I'm not the only one to get really vivid nightmares on that stuff.

Be sure to read their thoughts on side effects. I've heard what they say other places, as well, but it never hurts to read it again. It could be summed up as, which is worse? The side effects, or the effects of no medication??

Of course, this calls for a PilzE icon.

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Pfft. Not going to the concert thing. My mom slept worth crap last night, and is currently still in bed, and I didn't feel like going alone.

Anyone with any suggestions for tonight, feel free to email me or something.

In other news, you can now put what schools you've attended in your LJ userinfo. All the high schools I attended were listed, as was PCC. But I haven't been able to find my elementary or middle high schools...yet. I suggested one of my elementary schools, apparently it's someone's job on LJ to check to make sure it really exists or something.

As far as A.T. Mahan Elementary and High Schools, which I attended while stationed in Keflavik, Iceland, there is no listing for Icelandic schools, and near as I can tell no listing for overseas military base schools either. I think they were called DODD schools--department of defense dependents--but I could be wrong. We had an FPO address. When you see the tiny print for mailaway things that says you can/can't get them at FPO/APO addresses, those are for Americans overseas. Yup. More useless knowledge! Just for you.

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EDIT!



It's the library at Camp Allen! Dood. It seemed way bigger then. I can tell you that from this perspective, my second grade classroom is behind the wall on the right. To get to my third grade classroom, you'd go to back and hang a left. To get to my fourth grade room, you'd go right, and then go around a corner into a section that was added on.

I can remember where some of the books I liked were. o_O The shelves themselves are still in the same spots. Freaky.

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EDIT, pt. duex:

You can find anything if you google and poke around enough. I found some pictures of the base in Iceland, and the two schools.



That's the kind of house we lived in. Apparently they've torn down 224 housing units built like this--each of those doors is a unit. They were basically townhouses. They were really old even when we lived there--I think they were built in the 50's. A house gets a lot of wear and tear when people move in and out of it every two to five years. The linoleum was damn ugly. There wasn't a dishwasher. We had two phones, and one was a rotary! Phone numbers were only four digits long, though.

When I see pictures of the base, there's a lot more empty space than I remember. Either my memory is skewed, or they've torn a lot more of it down than I expected. Probably a combo of the two. Wow.

I also found some pictures taken of an event in the cafeteria of the elementary school. It's still the same inside--they remodeled it while I was there, almost fifteen years ago. They still have the same stage setup and piano though.

Talk about a trip down memory lane! Sheesh. It's odd to me to see how stark everything looks on the base--I mean, it's all military-built, some dating back to the fourties, and in a place that's mostly bare rock, no trees. Also, I can tell you with all certainty that Iceland was where I had my first major depressive episode. Dang, it gets dark there in the winter.