Schizotypal Personality Disorder

Quick Summary:

Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.

Symptoms of Schizotypal Personality Disorder:

• Odd or eccentric mannerisms or appearance
• Superstitious or preoccupied with paranormal phenomena
• Difficult to follow speech patterns
• Feelings of anxiety in social situations
• Suspiciousness and paranoia
• Odd beliefs or magical thinking
• Appears shy, aloof, or withdrawn to others

It certainly reminds me of myself. Oops.

I'm fed up with all those people calling themselves "lady" this, "lady" that. In most of the cases, they have absolutely NO idea, what a lady is supposed to be.

A lady, if we take the word as it is, is the "woman of the household" as in married to the guy owning the house, and nothing more. If we take the title, they are the wives of the lords, or sometimes as a courtesy, daughters of lords are also called that. I rather fdoubt any of those women who call themselves "lady" are in possession of those titles.

Furthermore, if they claim to be ladies, they should be acting like one. (Right now I'm talking about those simpering "ladies" who act like nobility from past centuries.)

• Ladies know proper etiquette. Therefore those, who are rude, curse in public, are not dressed properly or whatever else they do that is not considered proper, are never ladies.
  
  
• Ladies are virtuous, therefore those who have slept with their boyfriends before marriage, shall never be ladies. (Also, those who have spent the night at their boyfriends' without a chaperon also fail.)
  
  
• Ladies are meek and never as aggressive as men. Those who argue, those who cuss, those who act like men do (No, not thinking about toilet issues or anything sexual.), well, they are women. Those who are at least a bit on the side of feminists have no right to call themselves ladies, since real ladies, are inferior to men. After all, in the centuries the title was in use they were believed to be inferior. (Lesson: don't use something you know little or nothing about.)
  

Last, but not least, here is a quote from wikipedia: ' lower class women strongly preferred to be called "ladies" while women from higher backgrounds were content to be identified as "women." '
This explains it all.
Gods, I'm so sick of them.

I think it's another top too small for me.

And I know. I'm really evil. :D

Wow. Guys are nice to me left and right. Maybe I have "Trick me!" written on my forehead, and I shall wait for the other shoe to drop? I wonder.
Still, the attention feels nice. And they are soooooo cute. Jesus, I think about grown up men as kids. There is something seriously wrong with me.
Yup, this is all thanks to the sunlight. I need to move to a place with lotsa sunlight. Yup. I do.

/And if you'd 'a took to me like
A gull takes to the wind.
Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well./

Good conversation today made me very happy. Also my new hairpin. It's from leather, and it looks like something tribal. Very very pretty.
Romans don't really float my boat, but they were a suitable topic. He's not that reserved once you get to know him. He's actually pretty nice. He must be an american geek with a suprisingly clear and clever mind. I guess miracles still exist. ^^

/Bones sinking like stones
All that we've fought for
All these places we've grown
All of us are done for/

Too busy and scared shitless to take time off to write too much.
Busy with studying, scared shitless of failing.

Bit of a hard thing trying to exist between two dominant males. Ok, one dominant, the other is... he is too, just not that way. And they are both proud and want to be noticed and ...well, they both want to be very important. Which they are of course. I'm just in an overload with the exams coming. Wish they could help me out with my exams. *Nudge.*

Well, I hope all shall go well. Or something like that. Same with the guys. I like them both... I also want to pass the exam very very much.
Please.

Mily csodálatos nap ez a mai. Újabb hasonló érdeklődésű leánykára találtam. Láttam egy régi ismerőst, aki sétapálca helyett esernyővel rótta a várost. Hirtelen bevillant, hogy a stílusosság és a röhelyesség között milyen vékony a határvonal. Bevallom, nem tudom eldönteni, csak a határon áll-e vagy már túlment rajta, de majdnem elröhögtem magam mikor megláttam.

Nyelvészettel a faszom tele. Unom, és szar. Emellett túl sok napot basztam el, szóval bele kell húzni.

Tegnap végképp elegem lett a legújabb társulatból akikhez hozzáverődtem... egy internetes játékon... Ami nagy hülyeség. Hasznavehetetlen, tehetetlen, teszetosza banda, szóval hamarosan vagy átpártolok másokhoz, vagy végképp elunom ezt az egészet. Nem látom nagy hasznát annak, hogy napokig semmit nem tudok csinálni, mert mindenki elvan a saját kis világában. Ha nekem ez kell, nem keresek társaságot. A társaságban már alapjaiban benne van, hogy többen csinálnak valamit. Ami nem faszvakarás. Idióták. Hócipőm tele.

Tegnap már majdnem feladtam hogy értelmes emberre akadjak, mikor szóba elegyedtem egy chatablakban, ahol töltöttem, pár ismeretlennel. Jó fejnek tűntek, ma, haösszejön, újra dumálunk. Mint víz a szaharában szomjanhalónak.

Yup, totally digging my flat-heeled black sandals with the patterned leather straps. They are very comfy and so very pretty.
Photocopied so much I could not stuff it into my bag. It is a first. My bag is a handbag, belonging to a female, so it should be able to swallow everything. I mean they are know to contain double the amount that it should be able to hold, that's why they are called purses or female handbags. Well, this was just too much for my poor thing.
What else? Oh yes. My darling rodent just offed another necklace of mine. The chain. It was his third. Gotta go and get it repaired tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I shall keep that in mind. Sigh. Sometimes I wish he had a button to turn him off. Will try to find him a girlfriend if I can, as soon as I can.
Gonna ask a shrink friend of mine how to get rid of my psychological connections, since they are getting a bit restrictive.

Reading American Gods. Love it. Simple as that.

Yesterday it was pure hell and torture warmed over. Today I'm all better, but I shall be glad to say good bye to "Aunt Irma". *Thinks about The IT Crowd and bursts out laughing.*
Went shopping with my mom. At least I got some things out of the bargain.
Got a buttersoft leater white pair of shoes. They are of course thin and made for summer. Totoally flat heels, of course. Also got a sandal adorned by black leather straps that cross each other in strange patterns. Looks kinda like a mary jane, but not quite. Flat heels, of course.
Also got a blouse and some utterly comical keychains with animals on them. Got one for mom and one for dad. I'm such a sweet little doll, eh?
And I handed my dad his after he declared I must be +20kilos heavier than what I say (and what is my real weight), and that I must have a 35-40 points less IQ than I do. Course he does not know what's my IQ and prolly doesn't care. Dragged him over to show him my weight and did not tell him how many points he guessed wrong. No point in showing him that an arts student is better than him and his wife in brain requirements, while they are so high and mighty with their professions of architecht and engineer. *bored shrug*
Who would honestly believe they are more clever than her, when they believe Star Wars was a pure science fiction, and so not fantasy. Two words: teddy bears. They sure as hell don't have pointy ears, but come on, walking, talking teddy bears in the jungle? Might as well be the elves instead. At least you can believe in pointy-eared people (think Spock), but cuddly little bears? Nope, not unless they are coalas totally zoned out from eukaliptus.

There were more things I wanted to write, but I forgot. Shrug.

It was totally Hollywood today. A guy went into a bank, tried to rob it, captured some people for hostages. Police came and after some hours they barged in and killed the guy.
Seriously... last time I checked it was Hungary and not the bloody USA.
Yuck.

On a happier note: got a black bracelet, a thin wristband. Black, as I have mentioned, with "Dream" imprinted on/in it. (It was a present from the shop where I bought some dice-beads. Small, black dices with white spots and holes in them. ^^ Now I have a dice bracelet. Looks pretty.)