testing: one, two, three, pi, bleem

So, I got sucked into yet another online diversion. Welcome to my live journal. Cause I needed more stuff to take up my time. I have some reservations about starting this thing, but a bunch of my friends have them and I can't read theirs unless I have one, and besides I'm sick and doped up on codeine and I needed something to do. Anyway this journal will be a little different than a lot of journals because I don't plan to use it as a personal journal per se. I have one of those and I have it hidden away in no man's land so no one will read it. This is more a place for me to dump ideas, occaisional writing projects and the like, or to talk about cool stuff I am learning in school (yes, I am that rare person that really likes what they are studying enough to talk about it elsewhere.) So if you like discussing esoteric psychology topics you've found the right place. If you like reading poetry and essays/stories, this might be a good place to be. If you routinely find yourself talking, while sober, about things most normal people would only discuss under the influence of something exotic, this is also the place for you. But if you want lovelorn tales or to indulge the voyeur within by reading about someone else's angst and sex life, go somewhere else.

And now, the EV (EustaciaVye) FAQ:

Why are you so damn anonymous?
Because I have nosy parents and I have to keep them from ego surfing their way to this page. I want it to be publicly readable so that people I know can read it without starting their own journal, and the occaisional remark from a stranger can be helpful, thus I have to keep all identifying information away from the search engins.

Okay so what CAN you tell us?
As I mentioned, I'm a student, studying counseling psychology. I'm at the beginning of the long haul toward my masters degree and state licensure. You know those people that can't have a conversation without injecting mind-numbing psychobabble? That's me, especially during the first hour after class. I also write poetry in my spare time, and I juggle devil's sticks. I also sing, though not in any formal setting anymore. I used to do voice lessons, choir, the whole nine yards. I tried to play guitar but that was a mistake. Fine motor control is NOT my forte. More stuff about me will be revealed later.

You mentioned you're on codeine while writing this, why?
I woke up this morning with a cough that caused shooting pains in my lungs. THe codeine cough syrup is supposed to help. I don't know if it is, but it did make me hallucinate for 3 hours this afternoon when I was trying to take a nap. Now I'm afraid to go to sleep. God knows what the ceiling will look like when I wake up.

You're remarkably coherent for someone who is on narcotics.
Thank you. Though I'd point out that I am sitting here having a conversation with myself. I don't know if a truly coherent person would do that.

Who is Eustacia Vye anyway?
She was one of two major female characters in Thomas Hardy's return of the native. Suspected of being a witch by some, and viewed by others as just plain messed up, she was the outcase in a small rural town in Victorian England. Earlier in her life she resided in the city and her longing to return to that more elegant life ultimately resulted in her downfall. Unfortunately the book was ruined when Hardy was asked to add an extra chapter after the book's beautiful but tragic ending because it was too sad as he had originally written it. Bah.
Anyway, as a quirky, often outcast suburban kid who really wanted to move to a city, I connected with the character of Eustacia. Life is much better since I got out of da burbs.

That's all for now, congrats for making it to the end.

testing: one, two, three, pi, bleem

So, I got sucked into yet another online diversion. Welcome to my live journal. Cause I needed more stuff to take up my time. I have some reservations about starting this thing, but a bunch of my friends have them and I can't read theirs unless I have one, and besides I'm sick and doped up on codeine and I needed something to do. Anyway this journal will be a little different than a lot of journals because I don't plan to use it as a personal journal per se. I have one of those and I have it hidden away in no man's land so no one will read it. This is more a place for me to dump ideas, occaisional writing projects and the like, or to talk about cool stuff I am learning in school (yes, I am that rare person that really likes what they are studying enough to talk about it elsewhere.) So if you like discussing esoteric psychology topics you've found the right place. If you like reading poetry and essays/stories, this might be a good place to be. If you routinely find yourself talking, while sober, about things most normal people would only discuss under the influence of something exotic, this is also the place for you. But if you want lovelorn tales or to indulge the voyeur within by reading about someone else's angst and sex life, go somewhere else.

And now, the EV (EustaciaVye) FAQ:

Why are you so damn anonymous?
Because I have nosy parents and I have to keep them from ego surfing their way to this page. I want it to be publicly readable so that people I know can read it without starting their own journal, and the occaisional remark from a stranger can be helpful, thus I have to keep all identifying information away from the search engins.

Okay so what CAN you tell us?
As I mentioned, I'm a student, studying counseling psychology. I'm at the beginning of the long haul toward my masters degree and state licensure. You know those people that can't have a conversation without injecting mind-numbing psychobabble? That's me, especially during the first hour after class. I also write poetry in my spare time, and I juggle devil's sticks. I also sing, though not in any formal setting anymore. I used to do voice lessons, choir, the whole nine yards. I tried to play guitar but that was a mistake. Fine motor control is NOT my forte. More stuff about me will be revealed later.

You mentioned you're on codeine while writing this, why?
I woke up this morning with a cough that caused shooting pains in my lungs. THe codeine cough syrup is supposed to help. I don't know if it is, but it did make me hallucinate for 3 hours this afternoon when I was trying to take a nap. Now I'm afraid to go to sleep. God knows what the ceiling will look like when I wake up.

You're remarkably coherent for someone who is on narcotics.
Thank you. Though I'd point out that I am sitting here having a conversation with myself. I don't know if a truly coherent person would do that.

Who is Eustacia Vye anyway?
She was one of two major female characters in Thomas Hardy's return of the native. Suspected of being a witch by some, and viewed by others as just plain messed up, she was the outcase in a small rural town in Victorian England. Earlier in her life she resided in the city and her longing to return to that more elegant life ultimately resulted in her downfall. Unfortunately the book was ruined when Hardy was asked to add an extra chapter after the book's beautiful but tragic ending because it was too sad as he had originally written it. Bah.
Anyway, as a quirky, often outcast suburban kid who really wanted to move to a city, I connected with the character of Eustacia. Life is much better since I got out of da burbs.

That's all for now, congrats for making it to the end.