Soooo, I finished the second Phoenix Wright game. Hurrah



I like those games. ^.^

Anyway! Short entry is short. I have to wake up early tomorrow to massage stinky-foot lady!





In addition...

I found that randomly online. If I had made it, it would obviously be prettier.

Yesterday, I had something of a movie date with Lauren. We had so much fun! We met at Books a Million, where I ended up running into some friends from high school before Lauren arrived. Actually, I ran into the mother and younger sister of one of my high school classmates, which was cool. I had gotten to know them through band and the like. My classmate was in the color guard and the younger sister was in the band in junior high at the time, while the mom helped out with band fund raising and the like.

Anyway, once Lauren arrived, we pranced around the bookstore for a while before running off to watch the movie. We decided beforehand to watch The Lovely Bones, which she had read but I hadn't. We chatted and giggled through the entire previews. I seriously couldn't stop laughing, we're so crazy together. Then, the movie started. It was better than I thought it would be.

Leaving there, we went eat, then returned to the bookstore to cut up a little more. Neither of us wanted to go home yet, but... bleh.

So! We decided it was a huge success and must do something of the like again! Plus, I have to meet Lauren's elusive boyfriend. Heh.

Let's see. My mood and outlook have been improving. I reached out to a lot of friends, but not many responded. One in particular did and we've been talking more than we used to, which is great. We still need to hang out, though. Lauren, I'm talking about YOU! ::cackles::

Anyway, I found a cool little niche online called www.care2.com . One of the main parts is a click-to-donate area. There are different causes and you can click on the buttons to donate to each once a day. How it works is just like online advertising. The sponsors pay for each click.
There's also a community, and I'm slowly dipping into there.

Shiatsu went by... okay. Nothing noteworthy. Wednesday, I couldn't donate because I was too hydrated. The nurse-whatever lady said that my iron was too low, probably because I was drinking so much water. Feh. That brings us to today. I didn't have to massage the stinky-foot lady because she canceled since she was sick.

But, I must get my butt off the computer. I'm having a late start today (overslept big-time! >.<) and I have to get my room cleaned so I can vacuum and Krystal can come visit! C'mon, Kiera! Get yourself together!

♥

Aha! Another update! Is hell freezing over? Maybe. The Saints made history already.

Anyway. I went to the casino today (or... yesterday... Monday, whatever.) My grandmother took me as a birthday-thing. She took Luke when he turned twenty-one as well. She gave me $30 total to gamble with, $10 at a time. Lost the first $10 pretty fast. On the second, I won $30, profiting $20, but I gambled it away. Sad Kiera. Then we went eat for free 'cause Granny had points (and the food made me sick afterword... ). After fooding, she gave me the last $10. Hopped around from machine to machine, steadily winning and losing, mostly losing. Then I was down to about $0.25 and I win $30, outright. And then we called it quits. XD

Tomorrow (or... today?) is shiatsu. Hurrah. I need to get to sleep. Wednesday, I go to donate blood! Wish me luck, as it hasn't worked before. I wasn't hydrated enough, they said. I've been drinking a lot, though, so hopefully it'll work. Thursday, I go massage a stinky-foot woman for the third time. Hurrah again.

And so, with that, I bid you farewell!

I've been a bit depressed, lately. What's new?

I need to start taking more photographs. Like artsy ones. I need to draw more and learn to use my watercolors.
I need to make more friends. I need to... do stuff with them. I've become shy and withdrawn. When the fuck did that happen? I used to go up to complete strangers and have conversations.

I've realized I'm jealous of one of my friends... they don't even know. I plan to keep it that way. They've become so popular, making friends all over, with help from me. And we don't even hang out anymore. I think they're avoiding me. I'm left in the dust.

Turns out, I have to retake a class at Blue Cliff. Graduation is not quite as close as I had hoped. In a way, I am relieved, though. I don't think I'm ready for the real world. I'm not... stable yet.
A good thing about it is my friend that I helped release that one day is in the class, so I'll be taking the class with her. Hopefully that will be cool.

As massage therapists at school, we have learned how to help clients release the tightness in their muscles and to ease pain. We were also told that, in some cases, a massage can become very emotional, opening closed, locked doors, beginning an emotional release. I hadn't witnessed such a release... until today.

My class had let out early for lunch, so I, having nothing to do, went into the junior's class to see what they were doing. I stood by the door for a while, watching the students while not getting noticed (apparently, I can make myself invisible sometimes). In most of the classes, we learn by massaging on each other, so that's what they were doing. Eventually, the teacher, Ms. Sue, moved over to one of the students on the table. That's when she noticed me and sort of called me over with her eyes. When I got there, I noticed that the girl on the table, one of my friends, was crying softly. Ms. Sue told me to massage her feet, so I did.

Gradually, her crying intensified; she could not stop. It was as if she had opened the floodgates and the water was pouring out. Soon, there was me, Ms. Sue, the original classmate working on her, and one of her friends, all working on her, using what we had learned of the spiritual side of massage therapy. I alternated between trying to send good energy to her and trying to wipe the bad energy away.

Before we knew it, the whole lunch hour was gone. She stopped crying and was able to get up. She told us that she felt so much better and said that she loved all of us. It was a very emotional and strong experience. It was amazing to have been a part of it and to know that I have helped a friend clear up their emotional baggage.

It's the second day of the new quarter. Things are better than I thought they'd be. I don't have my books, though, which sucks. They didn't come in or something. And the freshman class his huge. Today, we were forced to move out of the big classroom into a little tiny one for shiatsu. And even though I'm really interested, there's something about Mr. Artie that makes me want to take a nap. Laying down on the floor doesn't help, either.

Anyway, short post. Byes.

Look, a second post within a twenty-four hour span! Great Caesar's ghost! ... yeah.

Tonight, I may be attending a massive dance party. I'm a little nervous. That's not exactly a Kiera thing to do. But I love music, and when I'm not being all self-conscious, I like to dance.

The reason why I'm not certain about attending is that I was going to bring a friend and his girlfriend there, seeing as they had no transport. Sort of using them as an excuse to go, since I don't know too many people there. But my friend got sick and they canceled. So here I am, waiting for the time of the party to start, mulling it over.
Meh, I don't want to go by myself.

Haven't updated in a while, as usual. I really need to fix that. Oh well.

I had a really strange dream when I was taking a nap Thursday. I was in a hot-air balloon with my mom. The fabric of the balloon was a very faded pink. The air in the balloon wasn't hot enough to have us airborne, so the basket was just hopping along the ground. We made it into a wooded area; I'm not sure how the balloon made it through all the trees. There were two merry-go-rounds in the woods; one to the left of us and one to the right. Leaves covered everything and some were still slowly falling. On the right merry-go-round, there was a kitten spinning around. On the left one, and on wooden posts and tree stumps nearby, were several birds of prey, looking like hawks or kites. They were enjoying a meal of... something.
So there mom and I are, bouncing along in our hot-air balloon, trying not to make too much noise, when suddenly, a massive monarch butterfly flies in front of us. Massive, as in its wingspan was about four feet. It flies toward the basket and hovers for a moment, then turns into yellow paper, with sticks holding it in a crude shape of what it once was. I pluck the paper and sticks from the air, and then the balloon starts to rise.

And then I wake up.

Mom and I were at the pool earlier today. Since it was a very hot day, there were a lot of people, including children.
So, I'm swimming around and one of the girls, maybe nine or ten years old, asks me if I'm old enough to stay in the pool by myself. The pool rules state that if you are under the age of 15 (or 1, since Lukas peeled off the 5...), you have to be with a parent. I reply, "Yeah, I'm twenty."
Without missing a beat, her next question is, "When are you going to have babies?"

What. The. Shit?!

My response was, "When I find a man." Then I swam away from her.

Well, hello there. It's been a while since I've updated. Again. I seem to do that a lot.

I'm actually working on an entry that will shed light on what happened six months ago. I'm a little hazy on the details, myself, so I'm gathering information.

In current news, I'm a lot better than I was in my last entry. I've started school again, which is helpful. I was very sad when I found out the teacher that helped me the most wasn't there anymore. He was fired. So, I didn't even get a chance to thank him for what he's done for me.

The cause of the emo-emo entry was my medicine. I was put on medicine for bi-polar to get me out of mania. Well, it worked... I was just catapulted to the other side, the one of depression and dark and, apparently, emo. As a result, I'm on a new anti-depressant.

So here I am, walking along on a tightrope, anti-depressants in one hand, lithium in the other. And a little hat on my head with seizure medicine (yes... seizures...) in it. I don't like hats and I'm not a fan of tightropes.


On a brighter note, last weekend I had a visit from Krys, my "lesbian lover." (<3) We gathered up her friend, Joey, then went out to eat and watch UP. I loved it! I want to watch it again. It was awesome how it was just a cute movie and then suddenly, BAM! there's action. It was great. Our favorite line was, "I hid under your porch because I love you."
And then, Kyu-chan introduced to me Dr. Horrible's Sing-along Blog, which is awesome. Everyone should watch it. It's made by Joss Whedon, who created Firefly, Buffy, Angel, so you know it has to be good. And the songs are very well-written. I can't get them out of my head! Sadly, it's only about forty-five minutes long.

I shall leave you with a quote from Dr. Horrible:

Penny: Billy? You're driving the spork into your leg.
Billy: So I am. Hilarious!

I haven't written in a while. I should write more often. Especially now.

I am out of crazy school. I miss it. It broke up the monotony of my day. Now I have no purpose. That's what it feels like. I don't do anything.

I miss school. I miss having a job. I miss having a reason to wake up in the morning.

I will be moving to Baton Rouge with Michael. I love him. Right now, I feel like I need to convince myself of that.
I hate being depressed. It really fucks up your life.

I don't want to be an adult. I don't want to be a kid. I am mentally ill. I am a yin yang. Bipolar. I have highs and lows. The extremes of both are scary but the lows are worse. They sneak up without warning and grab me, yank me under. I'm drowning with no shore in sight.

I've never been suicidal, but I tell you... someone else in my shoes would probably be.

So, I have like five million ideas for stories, books and what-have-you... About fifty of these came from watching Hook last night with my boyfriend, Michael. It was the first time I had watched the movie with an adult's eye and I was completely in awe. That movie is amazing. No wonder it was one of my favorites as a child! Not only does it have the visuals and drama to capture a child's attention and adoration, it has more than enough to steal away a literary buff's attention and love. The whole movie I was like, "Now, that scene was amazingly done," or the like. I was... man... I need to own that movie.

Anyway, I'm getting my hair layered today! This will help with the thickness, the split ends, and the general style on my hair. I'm excited. I haven't cut off this much hair in ages! I shall try to keep the same length. I'm growing my hair out, but sometimes that puts strain on the hair. Anyway.

I have to go eat breakfast!

Allo, allo! I have recently made a new journal, young_wordsmith . I'm writing that journal as Diem Smith, not Kiera Rowland. But they are one in the same, let me assure you.

I have also started a new community, allysmith . It is my belief that everyone should join. :D


Anyway, I have to go clean teh apartment; my stepbrother's coming over. ^.^

I am at Michael's house! I am in love with him!

Tomorrow, I leave to go to Renn Fest! And I found out that Kat, my unofficial big sister, will be there as well! I am full of excitement! I will be bringing my camera to take lots of wonderful pictures.

And! The day after my birthday, I start working at Hobby Lobby! My excitement levels will make me explode. I cannot go in that store for less that one hour, as Michael now knows. And being an employee there, I get a fifteen percent discount! OMG YAY! I will never have a paycheck because I'll be spending it on artsy things! That's probably very bad.

Anyway, now I go to eat breakfast. Farewell!

Apologies for not posting my very fun and exciting day. I was distracted with other things... such as life... and work. La la laaa! ♫

( Fun and exciting day )

I'm late for class, now! I will update at a later time. ^.^;;

EDIT!
I'm on break right now. ^.^ So, Monday was my first day of class. It was a bit slow and boring, doing all the introductory stuff. I was still really excited, though.
Unfortunately, I didn't wake up for class yesterday. I don't know what was wrong, but I just could not wake up. I ended up finally getting up around three o'clock, feeling absolutely miserable. I still could have slept a little bit, but used my better judgement.

So, today is technically the third day of class, but only my second. We got our uniforms today. I promptly tried mine on and decided not to change back. I feel so professional. The uniform consists of a white polo with the Blue Cliff logo on the upper left-hand side and scrubs in a pretty blue color. It's pretty comfortable, actually.
We also started looking in the text book for massage therapy. It's a lot more spiritual than I had originally thought. The text book is fascinating and I'm devouring the pages with my eyes. Isn't that an interesting mental image?

Anyway, I'd better get back to class. We're about to do an assisted meditation. Exciting!

Today has been so much fun, and it's not even over! How can this be?

In a little over thirty minutes, I will be attending orientation for my new school, Blue Cliff College, where they will teach me about anatomy and the techniques of massaging people. Hurrah! I'm really excited. And today is such a beautiful day, too!

So, I'll explain all about my great day... later! Gatta run! Making it all away across town during rush-hour traffic will be difficult. At least the weather's nice! Mmm, I love autumn so much... ♥

Today was a lot better than yesterday.
This is what I keep telling people, but it is truth.

I had mentioned my weird equilibrium problem. Well, it got worse, so I convinced Collin to drive me to my doctor all the way in Arnaudville. It takes a while for me to be seen. I read two chapters of my book and beat my game (IT IS MY FAVORITE GAME EVAR! EVERYONE SHOULD PLAY IT!) called Hotel Dusk: Room 215 (for the DS). I get seen, Dr. Elliotte says it's probably allergies and prescribes me medicine. I go on with my merry little life.
I take the pill, then two and a half hours later, I'm at work. Balance still out of whack, nauseous, light-headed. I'm trying to do my best since it's five o'clock, one of the busiest times. Few minutes after I'm there, I start hyperventilating. I suddenly have to cry, but I try my best to hide it from the customers. I call Collin over (he was being all manager-ly) and tell him I can't do it, I can't work my shift and I have to leave. He takes my place and I run to the bathroom and start crying and hyperventilating. I text my mom, asking her to pick me up.
When she gets there, I make it to her car and that's when I really break down. I start sobbing and hyperventilating. Mum freaks out and asks if I want to go to the hospital. I nod my head and off we go!
She drops me off so she can go park the car and I slowly make my way inside. I can't walk that fast since I can't balance, but I make my way to the desk. No one's there. I look around and don't see anyone. Mum brought me to the wrong entrance (she didn't know any better, sign said emergency entrance). A janitor lady sees me and asks what's wrong. Between sobs, I answer, "I don't know." She brings me to the right place and I check in, sobbing all the while. The nurse tries to get me to start breathing evenly and I try to explain what happened. Mum shows up after parking the car and helps explain what happened. Basically, they tell me to never take that medicine again and call my doctor the next morning. Yay. Apparently, I'm allergic to something in the pill and my "nervous breakdown" was a result of it.

Today I wake up. No balance issues. No lightheaded-ness. No nausea. Nothing. I make my way to work. It was a great day.

( Stupid Customer Rant )

So, I was supposed to wake up early and do so many things today. Instead, I woke up less than an hour ago and feel like complete shit. I set two alarms and even got a call from someone (at eight in the morning! Never call me that early...) But, sadly, I didn't wake up.

I should blame myself for staying up until five, internetting and reading. Dammit, Kiera. Go to sleep on time! Ugh.

Anyway, date with the magician man. I have... never met anyone like him before. Weird. In this one date, I have ascertained that he is not "the one" for me. He doesn't like animals. He doesn't want any kids (oh, by the way, he's thirty-three and has an eight-year-old son...). He is a little too religious for my tastes. On the other hand, I wouldn't mind spending more time with him. Meh, I dunno.

I have a paid account once more and am currently on the hunt for yet more icons. I am at present, looking for an icon of anything (cartoon, anime, movie, drawing) of a maniacal smile and something snarling. For the snarl, I would prefer something drawn instead of a photo or whatever. If ya know anything that can help me out, don't hesitate to tell me!

Everyone should go watch this. Right now. Do it. Watch it now! I'm telling you!

Something has happened and my equilibrium is completely out of whack. As a result, I feel nauseous and probably can't walk a straight line. This is probably the third time this has happened in the span of five months, but this time is by far the worst. Mum bought me some "ear cleansing" stuff, but after using it, things seem to be worse. Thankfully, I am going to sleep soon, so... I don't have to experience terrible vertigo. I shall visit my doctor as quickly as able.

So tomorrow, (or today, rather), I have a date with a magician. Odd, yes. He came into Albertson's a few days ago, looking for "the big dog." He wanted to offer is magical services for any company get-together. I was the nearest cashier, so he asked where he could find Mr. Marcus (the "big dog"). He struck up a conversation and handed me his card, saying his number was on it. He said I could call him sometime and maybe we'd go out for coffee or something.
I called him tonight, and before I knew it, I had a date set. I'm a bit nervous, but yay. Hopefully my equilibrium will be righted.

I'm straightening my hair right now, so I shall go. Blarg.