Him: Do you remember that day you fell outta my window?

Today we will be discussing the extent to which one may encounter feelings of personal anachronism or simple desynchronisation with the oneself. Clinical manifestations of this syndrome include spiritual distension, spinal mal-alignment and hallucinations. Behavioural manifestations include obsessive compulsive tendencies followed be periods of doll-bludging mirrored behaviour.

Case Study I

Patient, Miss Man, is an 8 year-old female. An admission, patient presents with tachypnoea (respiratory rate 30: breaths per minute) and bradycardia (heat rate: 60 beats per minute). Patient is febrile at 39 degrees Celsius and is nauseated.

Project full moon encounters

I had a book of AMAZING facts when I was young. I don't remember the title (although it was something to the effect of '101 AMAZING facts'). I'm not sure if I still even have it. What I do remember is one particular page with a cartoon picture of a full moon and a person howling in the foreground. Their lips were pursed like a trumpet, head tossed back and back arched like an over-extending ballerina. This wasn't the first project, but it was one of many. After reading the page, I remember taking a ruler and a pencil and drawing up a grid. I then took down the family calendar and record all the dates of upcoming full moons. I then, wrote down the names of all my closet friends and families along the left hand side of the page. I wanted to test out this 'AMAZING' fact; People became 'crazy' during full moons. The plan was to give a short record and then rating of every person's behaviour during the full moon- assuming of course that I was not to be influenced by the full moon myself and thus alter results.

Toilet paper collection

I can't believe I'm admitting this to an invisible audience. I would be lying to say that in retrospect I'm not sure what the fascination was; I used to collect toilet paper. The thickness, patterns, size of squares from house to house. I still vividly remember taking my one square sample from my cousin's house, folding it carefully and putting it into my pocket. I'm not too sure what happened to the collection. I believe that in the end I just kept misplacing the small squares or changing my mind about what to do with them. Did I get obsessive with this? Yes. Lo and behold my failure the day I forgot to collect a good sample.

Leaf/flower pressing

Preservation. Although, I was clearly young and did not have a much of a clue for abstract contracts, I do feel that I was immensely pressured by the thought of the impending impermeability of time.

And so I said.

I'm sifting through old photographs, worn receipts and feeling awfully sheltered in my trackpants and jumper.

So I said that I would write and keep up my projects. I also said that my only excuses for not writing would ever be:
1. Stress
2. Depression
3. Falling blindly in love

I'm proud to say that I was stupid (and probably still am) and very wrong.

My life has flipped around. I've never been so scared yet excited and restless before in any time that I can remember.

I would brief it out but I shall contain myself for now and wait for another time to write.

Dinner Time

Egg, onion, garlic, chili, ginger - let the stinkyness begin!

anicpay round II

Panic has crept up on me again. It's not just in my head. It's definitely physiological. My heat rate has escalated beyond what it would normally be after an hour running. My body is radiating heat as though I've got fire under my skin and my lips are dry and peeling. I think this panic comes about when I've been bottling things down a lot so that I can 'get on with the job'. I can't see clearly. Nothing feels right and I doubt everything. I need to catch up on reading everyone else's blogs and it's probably about time I wrote a proper blog again. For now I must essay away and stop freaking out over my own little phantoms.