#heybhae

that is the sound of stress.

I am stressing out.

Hey Lovely Ducklings,

As some of you know, I've had a bit of a rough time lately. Paying for school is hard enough as it is. Factoring in the cost of medication for Migraines and Bipolar Disorder, as well as the fees for Doctors and Psychiatrists...gas money to GET to school, time missed from work for not feeling well--let's just say I want to finish school with as little debt as possible, and I'm stuck.

I've started a GofundMe page to try to raise money to replenish my savings that have been eaten away by my medical expenses and what few classes I have been able to take, and also so I can finish school and work towards a career goal.

Being a young adult isn't easy for anyone. Having a disorder just makes things a little more complicated. I'm doing everything I can, taking every medication I should be, and if my parents weren't in debt I would just ask them for help instead but they can't afford it. So if you have a few seconds to click the reblog button, I would really appreciate it. You don't have to help by donating. Spreading information is just as helpful, and just as appreciated.

Thank you for reading! Much love, and God Bless. <3

Had a dream that they re-opened the Discovery Channel store in the mall except it transformed into a terrifyingly realistic Jurassic Park style animatronic  dinosaur exhibit/merchandise store complete with being made to look/feel/sound like a jungle.

Also had a dream that I lived in an apartment in the UK with an American Alsatian Service Dog named D'Artagnan (which makes little sense because I am not disabled) and a short hair Russian Blue cat named Sherlock.

And then  dreamed that I had grown a beard.

stop flickering at inopportune moments during my show

nervoussss

Comment here with your favorite joke or pun so I have something happy to read when I get back from the doctor, yeah?

I'll repost the best one when I get home.

Mother: How did your appointment go?

Me: I left with a travel-sized box of tissues and a psychiatrist's phone number. Does that give you any indication?

Stepsister and I share a room.

Just finished turning off all the lights but can't sleep so we're chit-chatting in the dark, laughing about random stuff when all of a sudden FLASH OF LIGHT/ and then darkness.

Me: ...what the hell was that?

-silence-

Me: Hey. Seriously, what was that?

Sister: The light bulb.

Me: What light bulb?

Sister: The ceiling fan light it just turned on and turned back off for no reason. I was staring right at your side of the room I saw it.

Me: wtf

Sister: turn the light on!

Me: Why? We're going to bed.

Sister: Just turn it on.

Me: No, you.

Sister: I AM SCARED.

Me: ...-sigh-....-switches on the fairy jar she made a few days ago.- Boom. Night light.

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side note, my mom was shuffling down the hall so I went to ask her if the power had surged or something. She goes "No, why?" so I told her what had just happened.

Her exact words: "You'd better rebuke that shit because I don't want it in MY bedroom next."