Frolicking & Frivolities
Columbia Mall shooting

3 dead, one of which is suspected to have been the shooter. I’m about to look up the 4pm police debrief to see if they share more.

That’s the mall I grew up going to. That’s my hometown. I may be a few states away right now, but that almost makes it worse because I can’t be there right now.

Like, seriously? HoCo? I know we’re right between Bmore and DC, but things just don’t usually happen in HoCo. It’s suburbia.

Btw media, HoCo definitely does not equal Baltimore, just fyi.

Sad news:

The ASL class I was enrolled in for this semester got cancelled because not enough people enrolled (there were 3 of us enrolled as far as I know, since we were the only ones to complete the previous class in the winter).

*tears*

At least I still have Coffee Chat on Wednesdays :)

wings-for-castiel:

kasukasukasumisty:

manimeshades:

dont go through an artists sketchbook without their permission

i repeat

DONT GO THROUGH AN ARTISTS SKETCHBOOK WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION

AND LISTEN TO THEM WHEN THEY TOLD YOU TO PUT IT DOWN

OR PEOPLE’S WRITING PLEASE IT’S SO EMBARRASSING WHEN SOMEONE READS SOMETHING YOU WROTE THAT WAS MEANT TO BE PERSONAL

THIS GOES FOR JOURNALS AND SKETCHBOOKS PERIOD.

ASK FIRST.

IF THEY SAY NO, THEN NO TOUCHY.

Don’t freak out, I changed my avatar pic. ‘Tis a piece of oil pastel artwork I did in high school.

I’m not gonna lie, it’s a work in progress. Right now I feel like a bitter, scornful thing that does NOT want to let go of this hurt. I want to keep it inside and use it every chance I get to rub in their faces and say SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE THIS IS YOUR FAULT as if it’ll solve anything. It’d be revenge, but I’d essentially be doing to them what they’ve done to me.
It sucks, and my pride still doesn’t want to acknowledge it fully, but I know it’s the truth.

And so I sit in bed, split between seething anger, silent tears, and a desire for forgiveness towards them that I can’t seem to reach just yet. Jesus, I need to forgive them, I know that! Help me forgive them, help me love them, help me be angry but not sin out of it! You’ve done it before, when the whole thing happened with that person in high school, and oh, how sweet that peace was! Jesus, work in me like you did then! But please, I beg, don’t make me persevere for 6 months for that peace, unless that’s your will.

God, work your will within my life and heart right now. In your way, in your timing. I’m not in the right place, but I know you’ll get me there. Help me keep my eyes on you and you alone every moment of every day.

Commence Operation Get-Ladybug-Out-Of-Dorm-Room.

writing a paper due tonight by midnight.

brb.

My exams are done, so me and my bum-looking self are super-relieved and tired ^_^
Can’t wait to get rid of this book. But for now it can be my faux pillow for selfies.

My exams are done, so me and my bum-looking self are super-relieved and tired ^_^

Can’t wait to get rid of this book. But for now it can be my faux pillow for selfies.

I’M FREE!!! I’VE FINISHED MY FINAL EXAMS!!! SOMEBODY COME CELEBRATE WITH ME!!!

But if you’re geographically too distant to come celebrate in my literal presence, you may leave comments and questions in my Ask Box. That will suffice :D

One week left of summer session 1.

Dangit. 

I got one week left to actually learn this stuff before exams :P

sometimes I wonder why I didn’t become a Ling major in the first place.

lol God knows me too well :)

Hair Update:

My hair feels like a dream. My scalp does too… oh my goodness this olive oil thing might become a monthly treat. Yay for calm, empty Friday nights where I get to play spa and watch White Collar on Netflix. 

Now to get a bit of sleep before work tomorrow…

Praying to God real hard I don’t get assigned any random shifts after 1pm. This is my first Saturday night off in a month and a half. I just wanna have time to do some laundry! 

That said, I hope my randomness doesn’t deter y’all and that you have lovely evenings. Sleep well, friends!

Awkward shot of Rachel deep conditioning her hair.
AKA the only time I’ll ever get to sport a silver faux-hawk

Awkward shot of Rachel deep conditioning her hair.

AKA the only time I’ll ever get to sport a silver faux-hawk

Wow.

More of Jesus less of me, please.

Still processing the night. Might post about it later, we’ll see.

All I can say is WOW MY GOD IS AWESOME AND ALL POWERFUL!!!!

i cannot even.

actuallyadhd:

For explaining to people that it’s my ADHD, not ME:

I explain it in metaphors. This is probably a product of the fact that my brain works by drawing connections (like when I learn a new word I want to learn the latin roots so I can connect it to other meanings), so I explain most things in metaphors.

Sometimes I ask people to imagine that having ADHD is like having bad vision. You go into the optometrist’s office and he informs you that your life would be much better if you could focus your vision. You explain to him that that’s why you’re there - you need glasses. He asks if you’ve tried behavioral therapy to improve your vision, or if you’ve tried a variety of vision-focusing techniques, and you explain to him that that’s not the problem! You just need glasses!

All your friends ask why you can’t just read things that are far away, and wonder why you’re not trying hard enough. If you just applied yourself and wanted to read enough, you’d be able to. 

Now imagine that this is taking place in a world where only 5% of the population has poor vision, and quite a large portion of the world believes that there is no such thing as poor vision, and those who need glasses just aren’t trying hard enough to see, and that many parents jump to glasses as soon as their kids aren’t trying to see, or are just kids being kids.

Having poor vision would be awful because no one would believe you, or they wouldn’t understand how something like your vision could be beyond your control.

I also use metaphors to try to explain how my brain is working at that moment, to hopefully explain how I’m feeling and get people to imagine it. (ADHD is like a kid following you around that won’t let you work until you entertain it; ADHD is like trying to make it through the day in a world where no one sleeps and no one understands what being sleep-deprived is like; ADHD is like Google Instant search, where on the path to what you’re trying to do, a million related things show up and distract you as you try to complete a thought… etc.)