Abnormal Psychology is probably my favorite class this semester. That's not counting ceramics, because ceramics is a whole different thing, but yeah...abnormal psych. So when I read this book, instead of my mind wandering all over the place like it usually does, I actually READ it...and it's creepy.

I kept saying that I didn't want to be a clinical psychologist, but my mind's kinda even changing on that, too. I think I just don't want to be the one that sits there and deals with small-scale problems, but if I could work in an institution, I think that would be kinda cool.

One thing that's kinda weird...I was reading the book--the anxiety chapter to be specific--and it was talking about how people with the whole getting-blood-taken-thing pass out because of anxiety. I knew that, but I just never really thought about it, and it scares me because when I go to have blood taken, I am completely oblivious to any anxiety that I have. I don't like it, but I can pierce my ear with no problem, so what's the big deal? Anyway, the fact that I'm oblivious to the anxiety makes me think that maybe I'm oblivious to other things wrong with me...cuz a lot of the times I sit there and think everythings alright. Especially lately it's been bothering me because a certain someone likes to point out how fucked up mentally I am, and I guess after a while it hits you, that maybe I am! ...and just don't know it.

The sky is falling--I don't care, I just want to feel good.

So that's that. Goodnight!