Item number 19

Yes indeed. With my future now uncertain it did occur to me that in less than a year I may or may not have medical insurance, but either way this is certainly the last time I will be able to go to the doctor as many times as I want and not pay a single penny. My point being, If there was ever a time to seek medical help for my social anxiety this was certainly it.


I called the doctor and made an appointment to talk about "anxiety."


When I got there he had me fill out a questionnaire to determine whether or not I was "depressed." Personally I think if I was depressed I would have said I wanted an appointment to talk about "depression". But maybe that's just me.


Dr Witt was his name. He's not the doctor I am officially assigned to. Whom by the way I have never actually met, but happens to be busy every single time I make an appointment. Not a real big loss. When I checked in to the command they had me pick a doctor from a book. I picked a lady who was smiling in her photo, because I hoped that meant she would be nice to me when I went to see her. Apparently many other people were thinking the same thing, which explains why she is always too busy to see me.


Poor Doctor Witt is not nearly so photogenic.


Anyway, as it turns out, usually people who come in complaining about anxiety actually in fact are also depressed, so they are immediately prescribed anti-depressants and sent on their merry way. (Merry is perhaps the wrong word) But people who are anxious and not depressed, are complicated cases that need referred to a psychiatrist. Put simply, having less problems is harder to treat. So after making me promise I wouldn't kill myself, Dr Witt gave me a referral and that was that.


So, while I'm still waiting to find out if there is a cure for shyness in medicine, at least I have officially completed Item number 19 from my list of 30 things to do before I turn 30.


2 down, 28 more to go. Stay tuned everyone! (I am sure you are all on the edge of your seats.)

The five most Attractive Fictional Men so far created by the Human Imagination,

The first one that comes to mind is Enzo Matrix, from the cartoon show Reboot. His tough guy persona is just an act that he puts on to cope with his hard life. Deep down inside he is lovable, adorable and loyal. In other words he's definitely fictional. He also has green skin, but still manages to be handsome.

The second is Jack, from the show LOST. Jack's biggest problem is that he goes after the wrong women. A common mistake made by extremely attractive but good-hearted men. Luckily for Jack, and for all the women who love him, he is not actually real.



Third, is Superman, also known as Clark Kent. Whether it's the one from the comics, movies, or tv shows it makes little difference- all incarnations of this man are wonderful. He is powerful, but good, he is horribly attractive and famous, yet for some reason he only has eyes for one woman. If only it was me, and if only he was not fictional.



For the fourth, we have perhaps the complete opposite of Superman- Vegeta from Dragonball Z. Vegeta is the ultimate bad-boy. He is powerful, hateful, selfish and obsessive, (i.e. very sexy) yet he is still oddly loyal to his wife and children. Very unrealistic I know, but that's what's great about fictional men.



Finally, the fifth is the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Also fictional, as it turns out.

Easter Package

My baby likes his new bunny! Thanks for the Easter basket Mom! (Was I supposed to wait till Easter to open this? I just thought of that, Oops!) Well, I needed cheering up today anyway.

My Roomates

I have a few geckos living in my house with me. Geckos are territorial, so each one of them has their own spot in the house where they spend most of their time.

This is Vacuum Gecko. (He likes to hide behind my vacuum.) He is the largest of my geckos and the one that I see the most often. I am quite fond of him. He lives his whole life on one wall of my house. Late at night he walks back and forth looking for food. When he gets upset he makes chirping noises.


This little guy is Balcony Gecko. He was playing dead when I took this picture. He played his role so well that he even let me touch him.

Fun With Floam at Home

So I did it. I decided to go ahead and make a pencil holder out of Floam.

I have to say, it was one of the best decisions I ever made.





On the down side I cut my hand on the edge of the can while making it. It bled quite a lot in fact.





Actually that's not really blood, that's ketchup. I did cut my hand, but it wasn't that bad. And that's actually not even the right hand. I cut the other one. I just didn't want to put ketchup on the cut, I thought that might hurt.

My hand smells like ketchup now, even after I washed it.