Apparently Whitney Cerak isn't dead after all. In a case of mistaken identity gone way too far (and way too absurd, really), Laura Van Ryn turns out to not be Laura Van Ryn. Somebody somewhere screwed up big time, and confused the bodies, so to speak. Nobody had any idea that Laura was actually Whitney until yesterday. Keep in mind, Whitney 'died' five weeks ago, and 'Laura' has been out of the coma and able to speak for a couple weeks now. The observation skills of people are clearly not up to snuff. But then, considering the sheer bizarreness of the situation, who can blame them? I told you things weren't over yet.
On a completely different, and less ridiculous (at least to me), note, I was just released this afternoon from an acute psych unit. I checked myself in (mostly) on Saturday afternoon and spent the next five days trying not to be scared of the crazy people surrounding me. Among the disorders present: Post-traumatic stress disorder, antisocial personality disorder, alcoholism, drug addiction, borderline personality disorder, ADHD, bipolar disorder, dementia, and everybody's favorite, schizophrenia! Not to mention anger and stress management people and your run-of-the-mill depressives and self-mutilators. But I survived, and I like to think I'm the better for it. At least I'm not teetering on the edge anymore.
But because of this whole thing, my parents are having me fly down to CR for the rest of the summer, I leave sometime early next week. I'm hoping to be back in time for Christine's wedding; if I can't make that, I'll for sure be back for Mu Kappa Orientation...not that I have any real say in the matter, considering that I'm one of the orientation leaders.
Oh, and apparently whatever charisma or charm that I possess works on nutjobs, too--all the crazy people liked me. I suppose that, if nothing else, should be a comfort.
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