im only trying to be fair!

i figured i only blog when im unhappy. so this is me being pretty content. i told you, bipolar.

last week, mr puckett, my psych teacher, told us to think of three positive things that happened every day. "positive thinking" is apparently a new form of therapy, i cant really explain it, but it does wonders to a brain, go figure. but i realized, anyone can think of positive thoughts. that whole week had like a reverse effect on me. i may have written positive, typically happy things down, but i didnt feel the emotion that should have followed through. you could say i was a bit apathetic last week. i dont even remember what happened last week.

so anyways, this is me, not thinking positively, but rather, viewing positively.

i was going to sit here and list a couple things that could be viewed both positively and negatively, and say my content perspective with them, but i think this sentence is enough. its kind of like those "make a note of" thoughts, the kind you dont really say out loud, but you just think about heavily, storing it close to the front of the mental filing cabinet.

i dont really like that analogy though-you can only see the labels of the memories you've stored, not the actual memories. like im sure if i said order of operations, you'd find that "tab" in your brain and think "please excuse my dear aunt sally." but you dont really think on it hard. so i'd say our memory storing capabilities is more like a giant box. you open the box and its filled with crap. you can see through so several different layers, cause its not all crammed down, its like piled up, if this makes sense. OKAY NO I GOT IT. your memory is like your messy room- you know where everything is, but still a long reach into a pile of crap to find it. some of the stuff is not pleasing to look at, like the occasional glass of liquid someone has left in your room. but some stuff is so quick and helpful, like those water bottles conveniently dropped beside your bed on the floor, so that in the middle of the night you can just reach down and take a long swig.

i sort of lost my point through all this analogy talk. but the point is, im not crying my eyes out or hating the world right now. im a little tweeked at myself for procrastinating, but thats what Coke is for. (the drank, not the drug). i mean really, all i can say is that prom is this weekend. yikes?