There's a Complex Under My Bed

I think we as human beings may know too much about how our brains thoughts and emotions work. a lot of times, i think knowing so much about how we work causes us to give complicated explanations to our behavior that are really unneeded, they just give us extra complexes that just confuse us a bit more. that said, i'm taking introduction to psychology next quarter. :) lifes just full of paradoxes, isn't it? i like that word, it paints an interesting picture in my head, because i start to think paradise, then i think oxymoron/hypocritical, and i come up with a series of twisted up upside down little islands.

oh, i haven't talked about this on here yet, have i? last friday, at work, i was working with philip and sarah and a few other people. philip was teasing sarah gently, and i was thinking back to a week or so ago when sarah had been complaining about how hyper philip had been. i hadn't really noticed, and i realized that he bugged her more than anyone else. i came to the conclusion that maybe philip liked sarah, and not Five Minutes after i thought that, he gave her a bouquet of flowers. We were all laughing and talking about it for like twenty minutes after he left, it was so sweet. he says he's going to ask her out to dinner soon. all at once now: aaawww. (and yes, the ironies of this have already been pointed out to me by rachel, and no, i actually didn't realize they were there until she pointed them out).


When all the other ducks are standing in a line, I'll be the one in the back dancing.