February 24, 2003 :: 12:58 p.m.
there's some goings-on going on
I am so fucking tired of being a girl. Seriously, I have spent the last four or five days in constant and agonizing pain just because I happen to have been born with a uterus. And dammit, I'm sick of it. My gyno told me that the Pill would help with my (horrendous) cramps, and while they do lessen them a bit, they're definitely still there. And it seems like they're angry with me, because this month is much worse than the last few have been. I never bought into the whole "menstruation is a special, magical gift that empowers women" thing, because you know what? I do not feel empowered while I'm lying on my bed trying not to puke or cry or gouge out my reproductive system with a pair of scissors. I feel rather like shit, actually. So whatever inspired these lofty, feminist rants about embracing your womanhood and cherishing your period... well, I obviously am not special enough to be feeling it. No, I just get the PAIN.
Speaking of - Adam's sister Meghan is pregnant. That is too terrifying to put into words. Perhaps it's just my natural loathing of children talking here, but I'm feeling the terror on so many levels that I don't really think so. It's just... frightening. And I would definitely be willing to remove and sell my reproductive organs to the highest bidder.
The fingers on my right hand hurt. It's quite bothersome and has been going on for a bunch of days now. Note to the pain in my fingers: please leave.
11 days until Spring Break, not counting today. I'm very much looking forward to having some personal space at home, and being able to cook myself actual food. I have to look for a summer job, though, preferably at Borders. I don't know why I still bother applying there - they're not ever going to hire me. I think I'm too normal-looking or too fat or something. It has to be something superficial, because god knows I've been as persistent as one can be without getting slapped with a restraining order. Bastards.
I really wish Emily wasn't going to be back any second, because I'm feeling the urge to put on music and bounce around my room like a freak. Possibly later, while she's at work. Or possibly not, depending on whether the rabid porcupines in my stomach decide to burrow themselves new homes or are kind enough to lay dormant for a while.
Well, that's all for me at the moment. I'm still very much reeling from my Naked Giles encounter, and so I feel the need to go wash my eyes out with turpentine. Fun!
Cheers.
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