  Well after a combined 14 hours spent in a hospital trying to see a neurologist, I was finally given the privilege to be in his presence. After such a long wait I had kind of expected something a little more... grand. Like shakily O'Neil... or something. It wasn't like he wasn't that great... but he seemed... normal. Despite this, after giving me an exam that seemed to be almost identical to the exams every other doctor had given me, he told me that I have Chronic Motor Tic Disorder. Apparently it's a lesser known variant of Tourette's Syndrome.
He also gave me a prescription to some drugs that I doubt I'll end up taking. They're suppressants that make you drowsy at the same time. So... I'm thinking no. Anyways, it's just a relief to get all this over with. Now I just need to learn how to deal with this disorder.
Well, we shall see. It's weird... I don't know if it's the countless hours in the hospitals or the overdose of Scrubs , but I kind of feel compelled to become a doctor right now. I suppose it could be nice helping people... but at the same time I kinda hope that this feeling will pass. Being a doctor seems pretty time consuming. It's a lifestyle in it's own, and I don't know if I could handle that.
Heh, once again, I guess we'll see. I'm really at a loss right now. I have no idea what to do with myself. But nobody is going to tell me what to do. Nobody can. I need to figure it out for myself.
I firmly believe that all the problems we see in our lives - all of the boredom, all of the confusion, all of the shitty people, all of the hopelessness - everything can be solved with a change in perspective. Because all of those things aren't the real problems. Those things will always exist, no matter where you go. The trick is to find a way of looking at things that makes it bearable. No running away, no giving up, just accepting. If you can do that, then you've got it set.
The cynic in me is dying of laughter... 
