  Conversation with mother last night: Mom: "We are having people over for Thanksgiving. " What goes through my mind: People. What people? Surely not family, if she's saying 'people. ' Is it possible that my parents have made friends since my sister has left for college, leaving them with nobody at home but the dog, who my father loves more than the rest of us anyway? What I say: "What people? " Mom: "You know, people. " My thoughts: Oh my, maybe they have made friends, or have adopted new kids in our absence without telling us.
But be specific! Me: "So, who are these people? " Mom: "Oh, you know, Grandma, all the aunts, etcetc.." Okay, in retrospect, that wasn't that interesting. But it was just so confusing at the time. Not to mention, every Thanksgiving, we have our whole extended family over, so this is nothing new. Who knows why she was trying to make this exciting or mysterious.. And I was so excited for a new baby sister.. And I am indeed a lazy turd.
Ever since I gleefully cleaned my cupboards and gave away all my canned food which had been stashed there in case of a nuclear attack (I mean, seriously, I could have survived at least 3 weeks in my apartment with all the dried and canned stuff I had)... I haven't had anything to eat for lunch. Obviously, I am too lazy to actually leave my apartment and bring something back, because that would take effort.
So I've had lots of clementines and crackers and peanut butter (the good, grind-it-yourself-kind-by-pushing-a-button-on-the-machine-in-Whole-Foods) before my afternoon classes. It's gotta be good for me, somehow. But, it's not quite enough nourishment to have me fully alert for whatever fascinating lecture is in store. At least yesterday was psych, where the professor just shows movie clips to illustrate different kinds of psychiatric disorders.. although he did start to lose me when he over-extrapolated and said that Clint Eastwood characters generally suffer from schizoid personality, that is, they are virtually incapable of being warm and are anxious when others try to be close to them.
It was a little too much for me. So then I started figuring out what personality disorders I had, and have deemed myself schizotypal - having odd and eccentric ideas that indluence daily life - with a dash of borderline - at least, the impulsive behaviour part of borderline - and histrionic - dramatic, attention-seeking.
Throw in a touch of avoidant - hypersensitive to criticism - and that might be me. (And I am demonstrating quite brilliantly how *not to diagnose psych disorders, as I'm picking and choosing only applicable characteristics from each one, but oh well, it was fun. ) And we (okay, really, just my friends and I) have determined that personality disorders aren't really disorders most of the time, but rather medical terms for making fun of people. Sometimes, it's the little things that bring joy to one's day. 
