I feel like it's been a really long time since I wrote anything. And I'm sure you're all wondering about my fascinating life, so here I am to provide insight into the beauty and joy that surrounds me daily.
So, it's been a little more than a month since I started treatment, and I'm finally in intensive outpatient instead of partial hospitalization, and let me tell you, my life has improved by at least 50% just from that alone. Now I don't have to get up at 7 in the morning anymore, and it's wonderful. I still have to spend my time eating copious amounts of dubiously tasteful food and talking about my feelings though, so I'm not sure just how positively we can qualify the improvement. Still, as I always say, the more time I spend asleep, the better. Speaking of which (sort of), I finally started medication, and it's so nice. Honestly, I have no idea why I didn't just bite the bullet (or tablet) and take it earlier, because it's really great. At the moment, I'm on two meds at fairly low doses, but tomorrow I'm going to talk to my psychiatrist about increasing them if I can, since my symptoms haven't decreased as much as I would like. Still, I'm very happy with the outcome, and it's really great not to be suicidal anymore. I'm a firm believer now; I think everyone should go on medication.
On October 2nd, I'm going to start school, and honestly, I'm very scared. How am I going to manage this? What if I'm bombarded by weird people? What if I am a weird people? Oh goodness me, I'm not sure I'm up to this. At least my classes are going to be interesting. Although they only let you sign up for three at first, which is weird (but understandable, given the immense size of the student population), so I'm not going to be very busy at all, even if I get my fourth class later. But I like my selection, and I think it's going to be a fun quarter. I'm taking art history, anthropology, and a linguistics class (which is at a higher level than the one the other ling transfers have to take, so I'm pleased with OSU's course selection), and Chinese, if I can get it. You see, I have to take two languages here, and although I have almost enough credits to be done with Spanish (I have to take one more course), I still need another language, and it can't be Indo-European. And since we've all been trying to learn Chinese for years, and X is taking it for free at Columbia (oh the perks of being a Juilliard student), I figure it's a good choice. I still can't talk to my relatives though, since they all speak Cantonese. Ah well. At least I can work for the government.
Tonight, as many other nights prior, I spent my time with the bae, being all adorable and murmuring sweet nothings into each other's ears and arguing about the economy and all that cute stuff that couples do. He's such a diehard Democrat, and that's great, but man, he is so hardheaded sometimes. Arguing with him about the free market for example, wow that is really difficult. He is persuaded that the more the government intervenes, the better everything will be, and nothing will convince him otherwise. Oh dear, oh dear, I can't believe I'm dating a Keynesian! No, but he's very lovely, and I even watched football with him, so that's how you know it's real. There are about five hundred things I care more about than whether or not the Giants will beat the Redskins (for example, whether or not the Redskins will change their name to something that's not a racial slur), but if I think of it as an epic reenactment of the Battle of Five Armies, I can pull through. And now I know enough to hold a decent conversation, so maybe all is right in the end.
It's pi time, by which I mean it's 3:14 AM, so I really should probably go to bed. I have the pleasure of treatment to look forward to tomorrow, and I really wouldn't want to oversleep and miss any of that! Actually, I did that today. Dad took a nap too, and forgot to wake me up, so it was all bad all around. But my treatment team wasn't too bent out of shape about it, fortunately. Still, I really should get to sleep. Perhaps I will play one round of Candy Crush before I hit the hay. That game is so addictive, I swear. If only they would grant me more than five lives at one time. It's probably good for me to be limited though. Well-p, time to head off! I will talk about myself more later, never fear. It's always honesty hour here. Okay, goodnight!