Well, I just got informed that I made it through the second loop of applying for disability. I now have to get a neurological exam *I guess to verify I got the tumor* and a mental exam. The mental exam has me going to a shrink, er, psychologist. While I know what he/she will ask and what the point of the asking is all about, I decided I should be honest. The reason is because I think I have a slight emotional disorder. I can control myself in public and all that, it's all internal. Michelle sees it first hand. While I know logically how I should fix it, maybe I don't have enough chemicals, or too much. Who knows. Though I really don't want any more meds. I have 3 already prescribed. *none related to mental illness, due to tumor* You could say 4 if you count the multivitamins I take. 5 pills a day, man, I'll be like an old person.

Other than that, not too much. Attending classes and stuff. Haven't really hung out with anyone. They're all slackers anyways. They don't study and expect to get good grades. They all think I'm really smart and stuff, but it's all about getting to know your materials. Then again, some people like Donald are just slow. How he made it this far in life just baffles me. Ok, that was arrogant of me to say that. *heh* On the outside it appears that way. It's my "other" front. If I'm not shy and polite, I'm cocky and smug. Especially to the people in psych class. Ok, here's the story. We're in groups, each group is assigned a question. I look at it and immediatly answer it. They look at me like "how do YOU know, where in the book" I tell them I don't have or need a book, I just know. One of them asked me if I'm passing the class. So I say "Yeah, I'm doing pretty good" I then hear her mummering, "yeah right" So I brought the teacher assistant there *blind professor, long story*, I ask what my grade is, she says "Highest in the class" I smile. Wow did I ever get a negative vibe. The girl mummered know it all, and the guy said wow sarcasticly. I told her I wasn't good in everything, I'm not good in Bio. She then glances at my homework. WHAT MATH YOU IN? I tell her and she isn't happy. I'm not sure how people could be in a lower math than that, but yeah, she probaly was. So they end up looking in thier book for the answer. They can't find it. I ask for the book for a second. I speed read through the chapter, find it in under a minute. Eyes rolled. While I wasn't trying to be a jerk or anything, it just appeared that way. Not really my fault I'm talented. *I'm glowing in my own self, I should stop, I am suddenly remembering a verse in the bible about pride* Usually I'm not confident enough though. Anyways. <-------fav transistor word

I wanted to write about them Episipical people. I hear they have a gay bishop now. Wanted to put my 2 cents in but I have to study. Maybe later tonight. Wonder what thier message boards are saying. That is all. ~end~