So I've never really talked to anyone who stutters before until the other day. This kid, a teenager really, came into my shop the other day and just seemed excited about the whole Disney thing and it was like he had no one else to talk to so he picked me. It was interesting because I noticed the more he talked to me the less he stuttered. His stutter never went away but it did seem as if each of his sentences and words began just a little easier as he continued. He was on a high school band trip and didn't seem to have any friends, he was alone and usually these kids travel in packs. Large obnoxious packs.

You know you do come across some interesting people working somewhere where you just see so darned many. One thing I would like to know is why does a family with a couple of moody kids in their teen years think it's a good idea to go to Disney together? Seriously? These families fight like the dickens. It's insane. I could hardly sit through dinner out with my parents when I was a teenager much less vacation with them.

I was a particularly moody teen though. Huh. Me moody? Even as a teenager? Heh.

There's this kid I work with who is like sixteen or something, he's so funny to talk to! Today he was all 'these are the best years of my life, when else can I mess around so much?' I felt like telling him wait until you hit your twenties where the consequences can really mess you up.

I had great fun when I was a teenager. I mean really, going out, meeting guys, going out, meeting guys, what'd we call it? Scamming I think. Or me and K called it that. Well maybe Amber too. When I hung out with Corinna and the lot we didn't call it that...we were too busy being cool (excepting the fact that I was a spaz). Hanging out with K was so much more fun. Aw...I miss K! I heard from her the other day via email.

Anyways? My twenties? Lots of drinking, lots of going out and lots of consequences plus the whole going crazy thing that happened. The mental breakdown was the least fun of it all. Der.

That reminds me, I hit my one year anniversary of being medicated and my first diagnosis. I had two diagnosis' by two separate doctors within a month or so. Did I ever mention that? But one year. Of course I've had a couple of medicine changes since then but all for the better. It's been maybe eight months since I really started feeling human again. Yay for the Seroquel and eventual Prozac addition to the Trileptal mix. Zyprexa was the evil for it made me gain weight.

I love my meds. I love feeling normal and laughing and smiling and feeling things the right way. I love sleeping at night. I still don't sit still but the energy that takes me over isn't nervous or skittery just dorky and spazzy, which I can handle.

One year.

I also said hi to Matt today. I was a total geek about it of course. I almost all but but passed him before I reached out my hand in an exagerated wave and sing songed hello. This is a super strangth crush. A part of me dreads being off the next two days.

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