Going to a wedding this weekend. Corey agreed to come so I can show him off ^_^ It’s too bad we’re both kinda fat right now. Still, I found a dress that I look great in–if I do say so myself. I had to get a size 14 to fit my breasts. The rest of me is a size 8. I pretty much gain the most weight in my boobs. It’s not so bad! But I do have some stomach pudge right now that I’d like to get rid of. Problem is, when I try to diet, my whole body gets shaky because of the hunger, or low blood sugar or something, and that’s scary and makes me eat until it stops. And it’s not like I’m starving myself to that point, it just happens if I eat too little or not often enough. I pretty much have to eat every couple of hours. I can’t decide if that’s from my meds or hypoglycemia or if my meds cause hypoglycemia or what.

I was in the grocery store (Aldi’s) yesterday and my hands were shaking (like they always do, only a little worse because I was hungry) and the cashier lady says, “Hon, are you okay?” “Huh?” I say. “Your hands are shaking really bad, are you okay?” “Oh, yeah, it’s just… low blood sugar.” That slipped out. I don’t know what causes it. So she says “I know how that is, I’m diabetic. I have a candy bar in my bag over there if you want it, I’d be happy to give it to you.” She was really concerned about me and kept trying to give me candy, but I figured I could make it until dinner so I turned the candy bar down. Heh. Stranger was gonna give me free candy! Well, it just seemed like one of those “whoops” instances where you say you’re something you’re not and it turns out the other person is… (Like in A-Team where Murdock (is that his name?) hands over his fake Nigerian passport to a guy that is actually from Nigeria).

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the wedding. Not my wedding, unfortunately. Will Corey and I ever get married!? Probably not until after I get through college/get a job/get sane. Man, never gonna get hitched at this rate. So, my oldest cousin Sam is getting married. I’m happy for her ^_^ I’m really not close to my cousins, which is a shame, but I want the best for them. And hey, I got a great polka dot dress (I’ve been obsessed with polka dots lately and hunted down all the polka dot dresses in the stores). It’s black with ivory polka dots, and it looks great on me. A lot of dresses I tried on made me look fat, but this one actually made me look slimmer. Yay! I also got some pearl clip-on earrings (my pierced ears closed up a bit, so I figured I’d just get some clip-ons), a pearl necklace, a pearl bracelet, and I’m going to look for some pearl barrettes. I also had to get new shoes (found some cute flats with polka dot bows on the front… oh yeah I need to check and make sure they match…) for 11 dollars!! And a little black purse that’s attached to a bracelet so I can wear my purse and not have to carry it around. Perfect! I never dress up so this is going to be fun.

The other day Corey came to pick me up for his lunch break and we went to Taco Bell. Then, he didn’t have enough time to take me home and get back to work on time so we dropped him off at his work and gave me the car to go to the mall across the street. I said I wanted to go shopping for some shirts, so I could probably handle shopping for three hours and then go pick him up from work. I was looking for a new style for myself, and perused all the department stores the mall had, ending up with nothing. Everything I liked was too expensive and not worth it. Finally I went to this store called Body Central and found some great shirts. Basically I got the same shirt three times, only it’s a little different each time… got this black and white striped shirt that has a black short-sleeved vest/jacket thing that hangs way past the length of the shirt, got a plain white shirt to wear underneath this striped, loose blue tank top and a striped grey and white tank top with pockets! I know this is fascinating and all… Well, I didn’t make it quite 3 hours so I went home. As soon as I arrived in the parking lot and got out of the car, my phone rang. It was Corey, and he was ready for me to come pick him up from work. ;__;

Ah, I’m trying to get a new psychiatrist because this psychiatrist I just started with is not working out. I go in and we sit awkwardly for 1 minute, he talks to me for 2 minutes, writes out some prescriptions for 2 minutes, and then ushers me out. 5 minutes for 120 dollars. @#$%! They also expect me to go to a counselor at this same place separately for counseling. Granted, you can’t expect every psychiatrist to be great at counseling, but it’s nice if they at least sit there and listen to you for 50 minutes, for that kind of money. I searched endlessly and found one psychiatrist in Charlotte that does psychotherapy as well as medication management, in a 50 minute session. Problem is, he’s expensive. It’s 310 dollars for the first visit (first is always ridiculously expensive because there’s always the chance you might not come back and they want to get as much money out of you as possible) and then after that it’s 180 dollars. And insurance doesn’t help me, since I have a ginormous deductible to reach before mental health kicks in. However, he’s only about 20 bucks more than my other psychiatrist from Cary, so maybe I can convince my parents to pay 160 and I’ll pitch in 20 bucks. Problem is the 310 dollars. That hurts. And what if I don’t like him?! But nah, he sounds really nice on the phone. I really hope this will work out.

Ohhh heh… whenever I answer the phone and someone says, “Ms. Butler?” or “Is Shannon Butler there?” I always spontaneously reply with: “This is me!” … O_O  I am such a dork. It doesn’t occur to me to say the proper “This is she” or “Speaking” or even “That’s me!” No, I have to say, “This is me!” Because it just makes sense to me, as a crazy person.

So, yeah, gonna be gone to a wedding this weekend. Won’t be able to work on drawing. However, I have started a Peons comic. Number 471, I believe. I decided to try a new style for fun. I freehand the drawing (by which I mean I don’t rough sketch first and then ink over it, I just go straight at it), and then I “paint” the colors on instead of filling them in solid-like and then adding shading. It gives it a watercolor effect. I can’t decide if I absolutely hate it or adore it, but I’m gonna keep going with it to see how it turns out.