Puns

Featherstone

So today was an okay day.

And then it was a really bad day.

And then it was a good day.

And that's where I'm at right now, but I'm thinking, if my luck holds, it'll just keep going up and that'll be a really cool thing. 

Right now I just really want to blog, so that's what I'm doing, but I don't know what to talk about, so that's a problem. I'm in a "BLOG ALL THE GOOD BLOG POSTS!" kind of mood, but then the part of my brain where creativity (supposedly) resides is a little slow on the up-take and is saying, "Wait... what's the plan?"

So, I think I'm just going to post some of the lyrics to a fairly recently discovered song that I really like. And then also the song.

"Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
Wake up to the sound of your fleeting heart
When you go, what you leave is a work of art
On my chest, on my heart

And my love is yours but your love's not mine
So I'll go, but we know I'll see you down the line
And we'll hate what we've lost but we'll love what we find
And oh, I'm feeling fine, we've made it to the coastline

Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh ooh ooh"

I Can't Even Feel Sorry For Baby Spiders With Birth Defects

Once upon a time, I am really terrified of spiders. And I know it's kind of a thing that girls are afraid of spiders or something, but here's the thing. I AM SERIOUSLY TERRIFIED. As in I get paralyzed when I see one, start to shake/cry, and scream as if an ax-murderer is attempting to ax-murder me.

AND THAT IS NOT AN EXAGGERATION.

Sometimes (almost all of the time) I get freaked out even by the mere mention of spiders.

And sometimes I'm sitting in my friends' room and blogging about how much I hate/am afraid of spiders and it's kind of like I can feel them on my person and I want to burn my clothes because maybe they're laying eggs in my clothes, so that their future offspring can continue the rein of terror at a later date.

Okay. Here's another story titled "I Had to Stop Writing My Post About Spiders Because I Couldn't Handle it and it Might as Well Be My Life Story."

It's okay. I'm back.

One time I was sitting in an intro to psychology class and we were talking about types of treatment for phobias and the differences between flooding and systematic desensitization. For those who don't know...

"Flooding: A therapeutic technique for treating phobias in which the patient is exposed to painful memories or frightening stimuli until he or she ceases to be anxious.

Example: An arachnophobic patient is locked in a room full of spiders after discussing the treatment with her therapist and consenting to it. She is initially terrified, but eventually relaxes when she realizes that nothing bad is going to happen to her." -sincerely the Encyclopedia of Psychology

(Note: LIES LIES LIES LIES SHE NEVER FEELS SAFE AGAIN)

and...

"Systematic desensitization is a behavior therapy developed by Joseph Wolpe (1915–1997) for fear and anxiety. Treatment begins with an assessment that describes the objects and/or events that elicit fearfulness. It continues with three basic procedures: The therapist teaches the patient to relax the voluntary muscles. At the same time, the therapist and patient develop detailed descriptions of personal encounters with the objects and/or events that provoke fear and arrange them in order of increasing fearsomeness. Then the therapist instructs the patient to visualize the encounters in increasingly fearsome order while relaxed. The therapist also encourages the patient to confront the fearsome objects and/or events sometime after relaxed visualization of them." - sincerely Corsini Encyclopedia of Psychology

So, back to the story. We were learning about these behavior therapy methods and my friend tells me that what I need is some serious flooding and I proceed to essentially hyperventilate at the thought until she decided that maybe I'm crazy and can't handle hypothetical situations like that, so she suggested systematic desensitization instead. 

However, I am a poor college student and can't afford to pay for that and so I settle with avoiding my problems and ensuring that I always have a friend around who's braver than I in case a "piece of death wrapped in scary" decides to make an entrance in my life. 

Thanks Lindsey/CC/other friends!

Here's the thing, though. I'm pretty tired right now and so I'm not sure how coherent this blog post is. And this blog post was actually intended to a) tell you just how I feel about spiders and b) do that by linking another blog that describes perfectly how I feel about spiders. Part of that plan included giving you some background, but that ended up being quite long. 

I formally apologize for that because the blog post I plan on linking in my blog post is also kind of long (compared to a shorter blog post). 

So, here it is, the blog post that describes my feels to a t.  

FHE

So, the Saratov Approach is one crazy movie. Good, but body-tenses-up-and-you-hold-your-breath-the-whole-time-and-you-think-even-though-the-chances-that-you'll-a)-go-to-Russia-in-the-first-place-and-b)-get-kidnapped-while-there-are-slim-to-none-you're-still-convinced-that-you-WILL-get-kidnapped-end-of-story.

But good.

Potentially Figuring Out My Life and Being an Adult

So, I'm not a big fan of adulting. Making major life decisions is tough and not a very fun activity. However, today I am slightly more adult than yesterday! Maybe, just maybe, I have found my major!

Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time I am an undeclared major, which essentially means I don't know what I want to do with my life.

But picking a major is a big step in the direction of figuring out my future and also life!

So, without further ado, my major may just be "Family, Consumer, and Human Development with an emphasis in Child Development and either a minor in Sign Language or I'll just take enough sign language classes to be proficient at signing and get a BA."

What can I do with this illustrious major, you ask? Good question! There is a list of things I can do with this major, but I'm not sold on any specific career, you know? I mean, I think I would enjoy working with families. And, obviously, with an emphasis in Child Development I would clearly like to work with kids. So, that's a start, right? And maybe this is not a good plan and is actually not as adult as I'm making myself out to be, but I'm getting excited over the idea of this major and the classes and all that, so for now I think I'm content to say that maybe I've found my major.

Maybe.

Spring Break

Guess where I am...

CC'S HOUSE! Yay!

It's totally a party, no big deal.

So yes, it is indeed spring break, which is a wonderful thing, especially since I got an extra week of break because of my brother's wedding, but also because I'm partying with CC.

Do you want to hear a story that happened a few days ago, I think it was Monday? Okay, so there I was, packing up my bags to leave from wedding extravaganza stuff and my friend Maddi texts me to say that she misses me! That seriously made my day. Here's the thing, Maddi's the stuff. For real.

And that's my story. I'm going to go dance and make food with CC now.

Hitched

MY BROTHER IS A MARRIED MAN!

Clark Kent

It's March! Also, I love my friends. Smallville marathons with Lindsey, Cara, and EmmaLee are the best.

That's all.