The Intriguing Life of Jennifer Lisette Thomas

I was already getting gradually more depressed before I discovered that I was going to lose my scholarship. Now I'm just sliding down that rocky slope, but I'm also agitated. I don't want to be in a mixed state, but it looks like that's where I'm heading.

It's time to take my medication. Hopefully, that will help me level off. Hopefully.

I'm still recovering from my trip the ER. I'm much better, but I still feel very weak.

I have a new article about bipolar disorder published at Associated Content.

I need to keep studying for finals. Wish me luck! I've only got one left.

Don't expect much from me in the coming weeks. It's finals week, so I'll be unbearably busy with studying and testing. If you're really interested in reading my writing, I can't emphasize enough that I have a book published. :)

In all seriousness, wish me luck.

I have safely returned to Savannah, and I brought some ghost shrimp with me from Columbus. So far, so good.

I'll definitely be writing- in both fiction and nonfiction capacities- about what it was like to see my oldest brother in his current state. I keep learning new things about life that I didn't pick up when I was out of mind. That's still how I feel sometimes, but I have moments of clarity and understanding that I'm so thankful to have.

So, it's back to the grind. More tests and assignments and lectures. I love it.

First of all, I'd like to share the poem "The Naked and the Nude" by Robert Graves. It's a favorite of mine.

For me, the naked and the nude
(By lexicographers construed
As synonyms that should express
The same deficiency of dress
Or shelter) stand as wide apart
As love from lies, or truth from art.

Lovers without reproach will gaze
On bodies naked and ablaze;
The Hippocratic eye will see
In nakedness, anatomy;
And naked shines the Goddess when
She mounts her lion among men.

The nude are bold, the nude are sly
To hold each treasonable eye.
While draping by a showman's trick
Their dishabille in rhetoric,
They grin a mock-religious grin
Of scorn at those of naked skin.

The naked, therefore, who compete
Against the nude may know defeat;
Yet when they both together tread
The briary pastures of the dead,
By Gorgons with long whips pursued,
How naked go the sometime nude!

Now that that's out of the way... I signed up for an appointment with my academic advisor in the psychology apartment. Of course, I wandered endless halls to get to the right room, but I looked confident while I did it. When it's raining, the psychology department looks dark and ominous, with tightly closed doors bearing signs that say, "Do not disturb! Experiment in Progress." I want this to be my world.