Hoo de lolly

        Hello, people. I am just not in the mood to blog lately, so I thought it would be polite to blog and tell you that.

        It looks like Christmas is in full swing over at Cathy’s, and Heather Anne is still celebrating Thanksgiving over at her place, and me? Time standeth still, and honestly, I like it. When I was depressed those few weeks ago, I discovered a book by a Jungian analyst who uses art therapy in his practice, so I decided to try it for myself since I have to do my own analyzing at the moment, not having the money to toss at someone else for the privilege. I made an art journal, and it has saved my ever-lovin’ buttocks. I’m not kidding. Since I’m reading and/or writing words all the livelong day, it’s a wonder to express my feelings with ink pens and colored pencils. I have not developed my drawing skills one iota over the last weeks, but the process is a form of meditation that has been, and still is, priceless. I have to write a paper on stress for Psychology this weekend, and baby, I’ve got that thing by the short and curlies, and I haven’t even put one word to paper yet.

        Speaking of short and curlies, I would show you some of my drawings, but most of them feature the aforementioned, as well as assorted penii and boobies. You may think I’m kidding because I have a perverse streak, but I’m not, and yes, I do have a perverse streak, I know. Which undoubtedly explains all the penii and boobies. “Penii and Boobies” sounds like a Simon & Garfunkel song, doesn’t it? Well, it does to me, anyway. Or no, maybe more Sound of Music. “Raindrops on roses and tin-colored whistles” and the like. Or no, actually, I’m thinking of “Crimson and Clover.” Oh WHATEVER.

        I’ve been watching the first season of Ghost Hunters, the name of which refers to a group of people under the anagram o’ T.A.P.S. (The Atlantic Paranormal Society) who go about doing good by attempting to debunk hauntings and claims of supernatural activity. They do this because they believe in ghosts and ghoulies, which I think is an interesting twist. They want to prove their existence by using all the equipment science has provided us with so far, disprove the fakers, and comfort people who are afraid of something that isn’t really there. It’s a fun show. One weekend last year Torie and I stayed up all night to watch the entire second season, so now we consider all the T.A.P.S. members friends and send them cookies every month. No, no, we don’t; ixnay on the ookieskay. The interesting thing about watching it while I’m in school this year, however, is that my critical thinking skills are in high gear. They have to be, or I would be toppled by my teachers at every turn. So I find myself balking at nearly everything that wows everyone else. It’s sad in a way. I weep for me and my credulity, who used to be such good friends.

        Lunch now!… and then I need to start my paper. What do you say on a day between Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas? Have a herry, mappy day! kiss.