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Well, long story short, a friend died, I nearly lost my job, and grad school can go fuck itself in the goat ass. Want details? Read on.

Chronologically, grad school sucked first. The first semester was good, if tough, but that wasn't at all unexpected. The second semester started out all right until I got a pretty severe case of bronchitis. Twice. First it was viral bronchitis, then bacterial (which needed two antibiotic treatments and kept me out of work and school for over two weeks). Being sick in itself sucked, but then the TA in one of my grad classes reared her ugly head and showed herself for what she truly was, probably violating a lot of ethical guidelines and what not in the process. In the words of my mentor, "We won't be making that same mistake again."

Problem was, my TA was (and still is) in charge of where I was supposed to be interning. And now she hates me. So yeah, scratch that internship site! Been looking for another one ever since.

I got over that though, and am still in grad school, so that's good I suppose. I snagged a girlfriend at some point in time over the summer; not quite sure how, but we're exceedingly happy with one another, so yay for that!

But then the school year started again, and more shit hit the fan. Work started out great until a bunch of hyper-overreacting parents got me removed from the school I worked at and almost got me fired from my company too. The aftermath of such a decision caused at least one boy to get his tooth chipped (because it was briefly believed that it was his parents who had gotten me fired) but that quickly led to the truth coming out; it was in fact a girl who's parents got me fired, and this poor girl suffered. Apparently having 60+ 6th grade kids come up to you and say "It's your fault, we hate you!" tends to be a downer. The poor thing...it wasn't her fault at all, and I tried to do what I could to stop it but, well, if I go back to that school now things will only get much, much worse.

Things actually *did* get much worse, but the story is way too long to tell right now.

Finally, an old friend died, a friend I had known since I was eleven or twelve, one of my two oldest that I'm still in contact with. Well, not in contact anymore, on account of that fact, you know, she's dead.

She died October 1st at 4:55pm after her mother decided to pull the plug. She had contracted a severe strain of H1N1 that attacks the lungs. She was initially admitted for a pneumonia which eventually was cured, but then she got another pneumonia, as well as a few other random infections, plus kidney/liver failure and collapsed lungs. She had been on a respirator (the tube they put down your throat into your lungs so they can force pressurized air into them to give you oxygen and keep you alive...it's incredibly painful, so it requires heavy sedation) for over a week when the doctors told her mom that she might get better, or she might not. But even if she did get better, she would never be the same person. Her blood oxygen level had been averaging around the mid 70's for five or six days in a row (you're supposed to be above 90) and at this point they suspected there was moderate to severe brain damage. But they couldn't put more oxygen into her lungs without causing them to rupture, and it was pure oxygen at that. She had been in the hospital since Labor Day here in America, nearly a months time. She was healthy as an ox, no lung problems or heart problems or anything. She was, in all honesty, a tank, literally.

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That's her entry at her kingdoms wiki. She was one of the very few women who would don the full plate mail and get down in the front lines and whack the hell out of people. She and I used to wrestle (she'd usually win, but only because she'd start pinching and shit).

I miss her so damn much. When she died there were another 100 or so confirmed cases of this same severe strain reported to the CDC around the country, essentially meaning that she died from a 1 in ~3 million chance.

Well, as they say, life sucks and then you die.

Despite the negative mood this entry entails, things aren't all that bad. People die all the time. We had a beautiful service for her and sent her off in a way she'd love I think. I thought about dropping out of grad school and getting another job once she died; nothing puts life into perspective like someone maybe half a year older than you dying randomly from some damn pig flu, and I'm tired of "treading water" in college. But I can't do that now. I can't let her down, I can't let my girlfriend down, I can't let those kids I used to work with down (some of the girls used... ]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/22078508/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/22078508/ Sat, 20 Dec 2008 03:08:41 PST not being here. I'm physically there per se, but mentally I'm elsewhere. Where exactly I am depends, but it sure as hell isn't now, in the moment.

After a good week or two of thinking about this little revelation I realize this was my defense mechanism. All this time I thought my main way of "dealing" with stuff was to intellectualize and rationalize. That is to say I would overthink and overanalyze things, which allowed me to step back from painful or uncomfortable stuff and deal with it in a less threatening way. But no, my main way of dealing with bad, uncomfortable, painful, or boring situations was just to not be there. The more I think about it, the more I realize huge chunks of my life aren't something I can easily remember, if I remember them at all. Thanks to all the crap I went through in junior high and high school I learned to just send my mind elsewhere until I got back to doing something I liked (or stopped feeling something I didn't like).

This is all very important to me because one of the hallmarks of good therapy is the ability to be present, which is to say the ability to be there in the moment with the person. It's also important to me because now I know why I'm denser than most heavy metals; it's because over a decade ago I made a conscious decision to not feel things, and the way I went about not feeling things resulted in me not being there. It's hard to notice stuff when you're not there. Likewise, it's hard to notice little things about what a person says or does if your mind is off somewhere else.

I call it Blissful Dissociation. It's my own little take on blissful ignorance; that which you are unaware of cannot hurt you. In my case, I was aware of it, but I consciously chose not to be present with it, which let me fool myself into thinking I wasn't there and thus not experiencing it. A kind of sick take on "mind over matter".

Now I have to stop it. You'd be surprised how friggin' hard it is to constantly stay "in the moment", how very easy it is for me to just drift off into what happened yesterday, or what will happen later today, or just some weird random creation of my mind. It's how I got through so much unpleasant stuff, whether it's from the long and boring drive up to Vegas I'm doing in a few days, to the pain of having to re-make new friends at new schools three times in one school year (or the loss of hearing your best friend hung himself).

But at least now I know, and I know how to stop it.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/21461119/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/21461119/ Wed, 12 Nov 2008 20:18:20 PST
[link]

But not just any link....a link of live streaming video involving the aforementioned Uber Cute Puppies. Seriously.

On a more....uncomfortable note....yeah, I've been reading the Twilight series. I feel f*cking dirty doing it, because it's considered "teen romance" and that makes me feel so very very wrong, but at the same time, it's actually a pretty good series, much to my surprise.

Perhaps worst of all, I find myself wanting to see the movie when it comes out. I hate being such a damn hopeless romantic >.<

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/20863600/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/20863600/ Mon, 06 Oct 2008 18:19:11 PDT [link]

Seriously.

In a Dystopian Mushroom Kingdom, corruption and avarice reign supreme. Even the greatest heroes of the land have buckled beneath the overwhelming will of the amoral elite. When a series of grisly crimes pushes an unlikely champion to seek the truth, a mystery unfolds that could completely destroy everything he holds dear.

So great.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/20149899/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/20149899/ Tue, 26 Aug 2008 03:19:05 PDT [link]8gLKntVKU4

Go. Watch it. Be entertained.

It seems that, in a cruel twist of fate, there is an equal sign and a lower case p next to one another, resulting in the smiley of being inserted in the middle of the URL I attempted to link. So, for those still interested in seeing some Flute Link Awesomeness, here's the link to the video, written in such a way to allow you to easily copy and paste its Win into your browser (and, for no reason, I will say the word link another five times. linklinklinklinklink):

http: //www.youtube.com/watch?v=

p8gLKntVKU4

Make sure you remove the space between the : next to the http and the double backslashes when you put this in. Yes yes, I know, not exactly as easy as I had planned it to be, but worth it nonetheless.

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Some of you may have heard me say that I'm just a big romantic teddy bear at heart, and, well, said teddy bear comes out in full force when I watch anything involving grace and elegance, be it ballet, gymnastics, or even, in some cases, a well-ran Le Mans classic.

Tonight was insane. It wasn't perfect, but it was damn near, and most importantly, it was just beautiful to watch, hitting me in the part of my being that most appreciates the work and dedication it takes for those rarest, most fleeting moments of beauty.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/19566580/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/19566580/ Thu, 24 Jul 2008 04:10:52 PDT
SEE. THIS. MOVIE.

It's that simple. All that hype you've been hearing about? Yeah, it's wrong. It's way better than that. We're talking going from store bought generic brand champagne to a bottle of Dom, or Cristal. Only the Dom or Cristal is being served to you in edible glasses of ambrosia and accompanied by a heaping helping of All That Is Awesome In This World.

Seriously. This is the nectar of the gods in movie form.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/19450192/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/19450192/ Thu, 17 Jul 2008 16:46:24 PDT
Oh, what a birthday that was. Things started off innocently enough; me and seven of my friends went to the Hofbrau Haus (a tradition of ours when we go to Las Vegas) and over the course of 1.5 hours I managed to pound 2.5 liters of beer and a shot of Jager and schnapps. That would have been enough for me, but my friends were absolutely adamant that I go to a club for my birthday. I'm not a clubbing guy, but I figured what the hell, I'll go anyway. I didn't really have a choice due to my condition and the ability of even the tiny Asian girl to manhandle me in my drunken state, but for the purposes of this story we'll just assume I did everything of my own volition.

It was around this time that everything got....a little blurry. I'm not entirely certain how I got to where I eventually ended up, but somewhere along the line I had acquired a nice shirt and was standing next to an old friend of mine while she sweet talked her way onto the guest list at the club. There was one small problem though....my shoes....they wern't nice enough.

/sadface

But wait! There's more! My friends don't know the meaning of "give up", and so, with me drunkely in tow, we assaulted a number of the Forum Shops at Caesars in order to find me a pair of shoes that both fit me AND the dress code (and preferably didn't cost an arm and a leg).

This was about the last truly coherent thing I remember. I snuck a few sips from a variety of drinks my friends had purchased while in the club, which furthered my inebriation and secured this night as The Most Drunken Night in Ralph's Life Ever, and sometime around 2:30am I went home.

The next morning I woke up in something of a haze, and after a brief search around my room, gave my best friend a quick phone call. Our conversation went something like this:

Me - "Dude....where's my shoes?"
Friend - "In Burbank."
Me - "....wtf?!"

We eventually deduced that, in the confusion of the night, I had placed my previously worn shoes into the box that the new shoes were in, and then placed that box into the purse of a friend, who gave it to her friends to put in their room at the hotel. They then left the next morning for their home in Burbank California with my shoes in hand.

And that's how I know I had a good birthday.

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And it's driving me nuts.

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I'm stoked to say the least. Out of nearly 150 applicants, they can take 60, and I'm one of those 60. I like to joke to everyone that I got in due to my minority status (in the psychological world) as a heterosexual white male. But really, it's damn hard to get into there, and about half the people interviewed with me still had some kind of prerequisite courses to finish, which I'm sure helped me out some.

I can't help but wonder how much influence (if any) the fact that I'm a heterosexual white male had on the decision process. It's quite weird to ask that question, but the fact is that psychology today is probably the most female-dominated career in the world next to straight-up caregiving. Everyone I've talked too that's been enrolled in some kind of graduate level psych program since the last ten years has mentioned the same thing too. So while I'm really happy getting into the program, and I'm confident that I was accepted based on my own merits, I still can't help but think about it from that perspective.

Ah, but now I'm rambling again.

Work is going well. I'm working in the schools now, so that's making me more busy. But on the bright side it's a great mesh because I have the mental maturity of a twelve-year old and I work with twelve-year olds, so we get along swimmingly. Also, I'm making more money, which is always good.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/17428328/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/17428328/ Thu, 20 Mar 2008 15:12:57 PDT
I'm in Vegas! But not for much longer. Gotta drive back tonight so I can go to work on Friday. Had a good time here, saw some friends, slept a lot, avoided spending a lot of money; overall a fruitful trip, but it'll be good to get back to Los Angeles and not sleep on an air bed. I'll miss my mom, but I'll see her again in the summer, so it's no biggie.

The MFT interview went great. Had it last Friday, and I think I've got a good chance of getting in. Affirmative action could definetely help me out, seeing as I'm a white heterosexual male who desires to work in the field of psychology and therefore am in the vast minority. Seriously, all kidding aside, I went into the right profession in terms of male:female ratio. There were eight people in the interview total, six of which were women, one of which was a gay guy, and then me. I talked to another friend of mine who had her interview earlier and she was also one of eight, seven of which were women and one of which was a man (also gay). I think out of 144 applicants for the program, maybe 25 of them are male.

I've noticed this trend as I get further and further into the world of psychology. It's especially pronounced now that I'm on the practical path and not the research path. Less men in general are drawn to psychology now than in previous years, and those who do choose psychology generally go into research. I'm one of those rare males who have the capability to be nurturing and not be insecure about my masculinity as a result of it. It feels quite odd though, when I look around a room and realize that I really am the only guy in class. I feel like Jane Goodall among the chimps.

I don't mind though. I actually feel something of a higher purpose at being in this position. A trend I (and others) have noticed over the years shows a decided shift in the general thought patterns of psychology as a whole. I'm sure everyone who reads this has noticed that seemingly every kid has some kind of disorder, be it ADHD, ADD, or what have you. A large number of the children who have this disorders are male. Does that mean boys are more likely to get these disorders? Or does it just mean that a bunch of people who lack the personal understanding of what it means to be a boy are the ones directing "policy" as it were? I'm of the mind it's the latter, and I kinda see my lot in this as a balancing one, to shift the scales of perception away from the "your son has ADHD" to "your son is just an active boy".

I say this because I look at a lot of kids with these "disorders", be it autism or ADHD or what have you and I see a lot of myself in them, and I didn't have any disorders like that growing up (I had mild dyslexia, but that's very different). Not only that, but I compare these kids to my nephews and younger cousins and I don't see much, if any, difference. Certainly nothing that warrants being classified as a disorder; it's all explainable as differences between individuals (in other words, every person is different).

Sure, there *are* some kids who have disorders, but my belief is that it's not nearly as prevalent as people think it is, and I think a lot of that has to do with the viewpoint held by a lot of people in psychology today. The majority of these people are women, and women just don't know what it's like to be a boy, much as men don't know what it's like to be a girl. So I feel that it's more a matter of perception than it is of any huge maladaptive pattern. Thusly, my job is to educate and provide another opinion to hopefully help balance things out.

But first things first; I gotta actually get into the program. I'll know by May 1st.

What about the artz you say? There is stuff, floating formlessly in my head. I've been wanting to write, but haven't felt the passion needed to get it into a form I can be happy with. We'll see.

Also, I've been playing a lot of Super Smash Bros. Brawl lately, so there has been interesting mental conflictions between Pit/Zelda/Bowser cross-realm fan fiction and the "other" stuff that inhabits my brain.

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I GOT A LETTER FROM THE MFT PROGRAM!

Yeah, they want me to come in for a group interview on the 14th. AND IF THAT WASN'T AWESOME ENOUGH they also said you can bring anything that you forgot to include in your application when you turned it in. In other words, I can get my second teacher rec and my resume turned in! I won't be rejected on account of the fact that my first teacher that I wanted a rec from never fucking replied to any of my e-mails!

The rat bastard.

In other news, I've discovered DragonForce. My feet are tired trying to drum those beats. But damn it's fun. I'm also working a bit more, 10 hours a week now. May not seem like much, but when you have to explain to a 10-year old child why people say "You're welcome" when someone says "Thank you" to them, it can be mentally taxing.

Luckily the place where I work with one of my kids has a number of attractive females working there. Sadly, as I spend more time there, I'm learning that less and less of these females are, how do they say it...ah, yes....not jailbait. I learned today that the cute girl working the front desk was tired from being up all night studying for her AP environmental science test.

Ouch. My face. It is teh pwnt

I suppose there are always more fish in the sea, but my philosophy on women goes thusly; they're like parking spots. All the good ones are taken, and the rest are handicapped.

It's ok though. Once Super Smash Bros. Brawl comes out, I'll be pretty much dead to the world for at least a few weeks, so I suppose it's all good for the time being.

But until then, it's me and my drum set trying to figure out the underlying pattern behind "Through the Fire and Flames". Serenade me to sleep you sweet inner ear ringing.

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I miss her, I really do. I still don't know why we broke up exactly. According to her she likes me, thinks I'm a good person, but just doesn't like me "that way" anymore. So what in the name of what few things are still holy gives?

So here I sit, blasting my ears out with the loudest most aggressive music I can get my hands on. I'm not stopping until the ringing in my ears outstrips the screaming in my head. Anything to get these fucking thoughts and feelings out of my head. Trephination sounds like a fine alternative at this point.

Fucking women.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/15584104/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/15584104/ Tue, 20 Nov 2007 00:22:05 PST
In short, I'll be helping autistic kids learn the social skills they need to interact with others, while in turn helping their parents and friends learn the skills needed to interact with the autistic child.

In practice, this means I basically watch kids play with each other and "coach" so to speak. I can't wait to start. I'm actually pretty eager to get going into this. I'm actually going to be using my degree less than a year after attaining it.

I know. Gasp!

Thanksgiving soon....I hope you all get fat from it. I mean that in a good way too. Eat you're friggin' hearts out, and obesity be damned. You won't have time for obesity if you're busy sleeping off all the turkey.



]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/14999175/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/14999175/ Wed, 10 Oct 2007 11:44:53 PDT
But that's not all! Good things have happened recently. Halo 3 is awesome wrapped in pwnage wrapped in sex, and Super Smash Bros. Brawl is shaping up to be the multiplayer game of the century (for me and my friends anyway). Online play just makes it all the sweeter, although I need to be able to get online with my Wii before I can utilize that little aspect of it. Stupid old motherboard with its non-2.0 USB ports.

College has been going well. Learning different types of therapy in my counseling class atm. Checked out Rogerian person-centered therapy last week, and this week we watched Fritz Perls and his Gestalt therapy, then tried some in class. I know a few people I'd like to go Gestalt on; none of this "How does that make you feel?" crap that so many people associate with psychology. Fritz would call you a phony to your face and laugh at you while you squirmed, but you'd still come away feeling better about yourself. The man was a brilliant, rude genius.

Granted, Gestalt therapy isn't really like that anymore, but the core ideas are still there. Confront the person with their incongruencies, challenge them to resolve those incongruencies, and help them become more self-supportive.

Getting over the ex, slowly. I mate for life, so it'll be awhile (and it's not helped by the fact that she and I mated a LOT), but I'm getting there. That hopeless romantic part of me still harbors hope that maybe we'll get back together, but the reality of it is we won't. Oh well. That's how it goes I suppose.

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Now I'm torn between my love for her and wanting to rip her to pieces....or rip myself to pieces. It's not that I hate her now; it's more that the only way I can deal with this is being angry. It seems like it was so easy for her to just start seeing another guy, which makes me wonder whether those five years were actually worth what I thought they were. Or was I just a placeholder? So here I sit, raging to myself, seeking some kind of outlet that won't result in unfortunate consequences, for me or for others.

The worst part is that we share the same phone bill, and separating it into two different bills would cost more money. Money neither of us has. So there's at least one time a month where I'll have to see her. Everything that reminds me of her pains me in some way, and it's going to be this way for a long fucking time. And I'm afraid too....afraid of not having her anymore. Even though I already don't have her.

Expect angry writing from me soon. This needs to come out, and it'll probably be dark and bloody and at least somewhat ultraviolent.

At least college is going well so far. Job hunting is still the pits however.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/14215089/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/14215089/ Fri, 17 Aug 2007 17:47:37 PDT
My writing buddy tagged me. Word on the street is that the rules to this "tagging" are as follows:

Rules:

The Rules:
1. Post these rules.
2. Each person tagged must post 9 random (hopefully interesting) facts about themselves.
3. Tags should write a blogpost (journal) of these facts.
4. At the end of the post 9 more bloggers are tagged and named.
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged.

1. I have no knowledge of any of the neat formatting things used here on dA (like thumbnail icons and such...this post has them out of the goodness of a friends heart).
2. I'm a horrible procrastinator with a penchant for getting insane bouts of writer's block. In case no one noticed this before *looks at Jenovas Legacy*.
3. I'm an only child, but I have two older step-brothers, who have three boys between them, my step-nephews. I call them snephews, and I really wish I had a sniece.
4. I've beaten the Gravemind level of Halo 2 on Legendary, saved all five marines in the process, and did it WITHOUT crating. So there.
5. My stepmom is deaf. The guy who I refer to as my stepdad (but isn't actually married to my mom...it's complicated) is blind. Yes, I know that's weird. No, I swear I haven't ever met anyone who told me that that's weird. Really.
6. I'm told I'm sarcastic at times. I personally don't see it, and I'm sure it has nothing to do with fact #5 either.
7. I spend a LOT of time on the internet, especially on forums. This probably contributes to fact #2 in some way.
8. I'm denser than most heavy metals. I am physically incapable of seeing the forest before the trees for some reason, but only if it applies to me. I'm acutely perceptive as to things happening to other people however.
9. My favorite characters in Super Smash Bros. Melee are Bowser and Ganondorf. They're not evil....just misunderstood.

Now for the new tagees!

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You're it folks.

]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/14150544/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/14150544/ Mon, 13 Aug 2007 14:12:30 PDT [link] held a contest over the past two months or so wherein the contestants entered their own take on a Link x Midna pairing. Mine was Death and Love [link] and apparently I won the contest.

Which is awesome. Didn't see it coming (although I was hoping). Can't say much except thanks. Thanks to Stephonika for reading it and providing great feedback, and thanks to anyone who read my story and (hopefully) enjoyed it.

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]]> ~Quor18 http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/9794543/ http://Quor18.deviantart.com/journal/9794543/ Sun, 20 Aug 2006 15:42:48 PDT [link] here has a similar thing like this posted, and I'm one of the first five, but in order to get the hawt artz, I need to pay it forward and do the same thing for anyone who happens upon my page. The only problem is, my artistic skills, at best, can only be described as incredibly abstract. Or the mad workings of a three-year-old. One or the other.

So, since my talents lie more in the literary, instead of visual art, the first five to post will get a story tailored to them in some way. Name the tone (dark, funny, sad, apocalyptic, whatever), what kinds of characters you want (original ones, or taken from other sources), and the theme (epic, mock epic, drama, comedy, tragedy) and I'll do my best to come up with something I think you'll like. I've got a pretty wide knowledge of characters and stuff, but if you name someone I don't know much about I'll ask you for some background. Obviously, if it's an original character I'll need background anyway since it's likely I won't know that much about them, and I aim to please.

Of course, the same restriction that applied to me applies to y'all; you gotta pass this along in order to get a story. ]]> ~Quor18